If the White Food Tent housed Oasis Restaurant, then the Blue Food Tent housed Ice Snow Restaurant.
The tables, chairs, and kitchen were all carved from ice, with ice lamps hanging from several ice pillars.
There were also two stalls here. The players behind them sat on two ice stools, with goods spread across the ice tables before them. At that moment, the two stall-owner players and several players in the restaurant were all sizing up Zai Jiu Xunge.
Just like Oasis Restaurant, every player in the restaurant belonged to a different race, and every diner had a different form.
But that was not particularly strange. There were simply too many races on the World Battlefield. Cases like Yu Xunge's, where a race had produced only one player, were rare, but no race had many game players to begin with.
It was even less likely for members of the same race to all happen to join the same Godly Game.
Take the Moon Foxes and the nine Moon Emperors. Only four had come to this game.
The odds of them running into one another in the same restaurant were even lower.
Just then, movement sounded behind her. A player had chased after her. Yu Xunge recognized him—the Needle Drop Tribe's 16th Tier Demon King from the Ghost World, Ghost Sangbei.
The Needle Drop Tribe looked and were built similarly to humans. Or rather, at least sixty percent of the players among the myriad races had forms similar to humans, differing only in minor details.
The Zelan 12 Alien Races were the same. Oak Owls, Moon Foxes, undead, Waterless Sea Monsters, Blood Elves, Night Elves, and Candle Barbarians all had their own traits, but their body structures were actually extremely similar to those of humans.
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