Just today, the forum's popularity was completely dominated by the news that Grind Emperor Group is about to graduate.
The most influential player on the forum is: Black Night Approaching.
The most popular live broadcast section is the live broadcast room of member Grind Emperor Group.
At this time, the entry "Grind Emperor Group Graduation" shot up to the top of the forum like a prairie fire.
Whether they are old players, a group of new players who have recently obtained player qualifications, or even reserve players who have been watching the live broadcast as guests outside, many of them have witnessed the growth of Grind Emperor Group in the training camp.
During this period, I would laugh out loud because of all the interesting things in the training camp, I would also be sad because a student died in the trial, and I would also clench my fists when Grind Emperor Group and his comrades were in dire straits, and hold my breath with them in the live broadcast room... It was like a TV series that had been followed for two years. But now, Grind Emperor Group's story in the training camp is about to come to an end.
This makes many players who have been following the update feel very reluctant to give up.
In the discussion area of the forum, someone found a photo of Grind Emperor Group when he first joined the camp two years ago.
At that time, they still had lazy faces and green smiles. The training camp flag behind them was rustling in the wind. Not far away were Ghost Eye and other Four-Pupiled Clan people with contemptuous expressions. Farther away was the chief instructor of the first training camp, Kuáng Shā, standing in the air with his arms folded.
Now looking at the latest group photo, there are many more faces, and everyone's eyes have become sharper after settling.
But when they looked at each other, the warmth was the same as it was two years ago.
This story continues to this day, and players and visitors watching the live broadcast know that it will inevitably come to an end.
Just like the morning fog in the training camp will eventually dissipate, the BOSS in Adventurer Dungeon will eventually be overthrown.
Hunger tactics, staying up late tactics, camp graduation trials... those nights spent staying up late with Grind Emperor Group will eventually turn into stars in memories.
There are too many stories worth recalling.
Especially the hunger tactics in the first phase are still picked up by players and watched over and over in current dramas.
The live broadcast room of Grind Emperor Group member is also the place where "come on" appears most frequently.
This journey has not been smooth sailing.
The audience accompanied Grind Emperor Group through the joys, sorrows and joys of the training camp, and watched them grow stronger little by little.
The three words "Grind Emperor Group" have already become a part of the daily life of many players.
After many players die and enter Xiao Hei's Room, the first thing they do is enter the Grind Emperor Group live broadcast room to watch and watch what interesting things happen here, even if nothing happens.
Just watching these brothers together and listening to their jokes and quarrels is very interesting.
During this period, someone posted a post on the forum with a simple title: I feel like crying. Is the story of the training camp really coming to an end?
The replies below are coming in very quickly.
Many players expressed their emotions in the post.
Among them, the replies with the most likes are full of warmth.
"No, they are going to write the next chapter. The story of the training camp has ended, but their adventures are still going on, and our companionship has not ended. It just changed the scene. I think they are more like jumping out of Newbie Village. We should send our blessings."
"There is no real end. The perseverance learned in the training camp, the trust chosen in desperate situations, and the courage picked up after failure have already flowed into the hearts of every witness along the years in the live broadcast room. Just like the devil instructor said, "Tempered" Steel will remember the heat of the furnace. During the time in the training camp, every difficult challenge and every struggle on the verge of despair were like the tempering of steel by the fire, and this two-year companionship also left a warm memory in our hearts."
"I feel reluctant to give up, but I am willing to bless you. The current forum feels like a grand farewell to me. I am watching those figures who have laughed, cried, and complained with me go to a broader battlefield, and I am also watching the person I once accompanied in the live broadcast room usher in a new story. Grind Emperor Group, come on, the story will always come to an end, but the things in the story will be like seeds, taking root and growing in the hearts of everyone who has heard the story. I wish you a triumphant return."
"When I opened the forum today, my emotions suddenly became extremely intense. It was like watching the stars that I had been chasing for a long time and were about to go farther away. I was proud of their light, but I couldn't help but miss those nights when I looked up and could see them. Those days when I laughed because of them, cried because of them, and believed that I could succeed because of them. They have long become my memory medal."
At this time, the Grind Emperor Group player who was in the training camp never thought about it.
Those who are about to graduate will become a hotly discussed topic on forums, and the popularity has reached unprecedented heights.
Looking back on the past, I can't help but feel emotional.
They initially had rustic game IDs such as Bricklayer and Eat Earth. When they first entered the game, they had only one idea: to earn high profits through the game. In addition to hunting, they squatted outside Newbie Village to eat food. They would eat canned food, and then they would argue in the team chat box about who would last the last hit. Who could have thought at that time that their group of stupid young people, who could only open one Star Vein Slot, would later become the most popular Grind Emperor Group in the live broadcast room all year round.
And their Definition view of the game also changed in the process.
That summer, they accepted God of Wealth's invitation and embarked on a journey to Tidal Rebellion Training Camp.
The early stages of this journey were not well received by the outside world.
Bi Jing had a terrible start.
Every day they were either beaten or looked at with contempt, and they were insulted both in and out of their words because they were weak and thought they were not worthy of entering the training camp. Those who had connections should be eliminated as soon as possible to avoid wasting the resources in the training camp.
There were not many viewers in the live broadcast room at that time, and most people thought that they would most likely give up on this hidden mission.
Even they themselves felt that they might not be able to hold on for long.
The reason for persisting is nothing more than four words: hidden mission (huge benefits).
Living in modern times, they have never suffered much hardship since childhood, and all kinds of manual labor are done by robots.
They also play games with an entertainment mentality, and feel that they are living a life worse than death in the game.
Later, they were even deprived of the right to eat, beaten until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen, and they were thrown out of the cafeteria. This incident made them completely angry.
Although he is a Bricklayer party player, he also has his own persistence.
Li Zheng chose a head-on confrontation, and fought with a group of Good Brother who had been following him for many years and launched a fist of resistance against the powerful Ghost Eye and others. Since he wanted to fight, he had to force himself into a desperate situation first.
In this way, they embarked on a new player path, which is what players now call: student players.
As for the relationship with Ghost Eye and others, from enemies to best friends, this process is incredible even for Grind Emperor Group players.
When they first met, there were only sparks of hatred between them and other students, caused by fist bumps.
In the quagmire of the training camp, in each other's eyes Reflection saw the other's most miserable appearance, wanting to push the other to the ground and beat him up.
At that time, they were the sons of destiny who thought they were favored by the player system, and they were also players who just wanted to live a bad life and get rewards. On the other side were the training camp students headed by Ghost Eye, warriors who came with glory, pride, and becoming stronger... Two completely different survival philosophies were destined to be incompatible.
But fate used the cruelest way to cast them together.
When the blizzard engulfed the entire team, when the poisonous miasma corroded the last half of the pot of spiritual liquid, when the roar of the ferocious beast was close at hand and Qi and Blood was exhausted... the once clear boundaries, the body temperature transmitted by the backs that were forced to stick together, and the licking of each other's wounds in difficult situations. The scene... was erased. In the first phase of the snow mountain trial, they used their body heat to keep each other warm, and in the second phase of the lava purgatory, they learned to trust each other's blades... They were no longer mere competitors. Although they spoke harshly to each other, they regarded each other as brothers in their hearts.
Looking back, they were shocked to realize that the fists punched in the face and the curses Taunt had been hardened into a bond stronger than the contract.
What is written in the training camp is not a beautiful fairy tale, but a comradeship forged through countless lives and deaths.
They, a new generation of warriors who once despised each other, have been able to expose their most vulnerable sides to each other with a smile, and the past history of confrontation has long become a joke in retrospect.
This journey of growth has been witnessed by countless players and accompanied them every day.
Witnessed their transformation together.
At this time, the player Grind Emperor Group was browsing the forum information in the training camp and was moved by the speeches of countless players.
But they didn't forget about the next preparations either.
The final trial is about to begin, and they need to count the supplies they carry according to the instructor's requirements.
There are no restrictions on this trial. All weapons, equipment, and props can be brought.
Just like God of Wealth, he wore the armor left by his father to participate in the ultimate trial.
Half a day later, the instructor will hold a farewell ceremony for them.
Before that, they had to add some guarantees of survival for the brothers in the training camp who were about to part ways.
Li Zheng prepared 20 bottles of special recovery potions for Ghost Eye and others.
This is a considerable Sacrificial Power expense, and each bottle of special recovery potion is worth up to 1,000 Sacrificial Power points.
But in the eyes of players like Li Zheng and Grind Emperor Group, the survival of their brothers is more important than anything else.
When they delivered the medicine to Ghost Eye and others, Ghost Eye and others did not refuse and took the medicine one after another, but they were still teasing. Especially Ghost Eye, after stuffing the medicine into the tactical bag on his waist, he raised his hand and punched Li Zheng's chest with great force:
"When I come back alive, I will repay you double the amount of these potions."
Long Gen next to him shook the special potion bottle in his hand, and the bottle collided with a crisp sound:
"Bricklayer You are really picky, just 20 bottles? Who can eat it? Here are 20 more bottles,"
Complaining, he pushed the potion into the interlayer space inside the armor with his backhand.
Hearing the teasing from these brothers, Li Zheng opened his mouth and smiled:
"Come back alive to me, and the medicine I gave you will be treated as something you owe me. I will wait for you to come back to pay your debt."
"Bah, there is no word "owe" in my dictionary. Everything that enters my space is mine. You may need medicine or not, but your life is at stake..." Before the student Bronze Clan could finish his words, he was grabbed by the neck by Eat Earth who attacked from behind:
"Then take your life and die for me."
The scene fell into daily fighting, but soon fell silent again.
Everyone understands how risky this journey is.
Maybe there will be brothers who will never come back.
The sadness in the hearts of Li Zheng and others also comes from this.
They can have unlimited error tolerance, and the worst thing is a one-hour resurrection cooldown.
But these brothers who live together day and night only live once.
"How about we make an appointment? If someone doesn't come back, go to the place where he died alive and put a bottle of wine for him?" A student from Ghost Wind Race suggested in a low voice at this time.
"It's just your crow mouth."
"Palm mouth."
As soon as the words were spoken, the student Ghost Wind Race was surrounded on the ground by a group of tough men and beaten.
"By the way, brothers, stand together and take a group photo." Family Shared Godfather suddenly suggested at this moment.
"What does the group photo mean?"
"I'm too lazy to explain to you, just do as I say."
"You Player Race are the only ones who have a lot of shit to do. Hurry up and get it done. I have to be busy preparing props."
The wind picked up again, picking up the gravel on the training ground and making a crackling sound on the armor.
A group of Good Brother followed Family Shared Godfather's request and all leaned towards the middle in tacit agreement, shoulder to shoulder.
They all know that this road is very dangerous, but as long as they think of these brothers who have agreed to meet again after the trial, even if there is a mountain of swords Sea of Fire in front of them, they must step forward.
Deep in the hearts of Grind Emperor Group players.
Some concerns are more important than pure interests. Although it is a virtual world, it is more real than reality.
The perspective of Guidance under the control of Family Shared Godfather is zoomed out.
In the screen of the live broadcast room, the figures of the training camp students are huddled together, shoulders touching shoulders. The edges of the armor glow coldly in the sun. There is a rare softness hidden in the slight curvature of each person's head.
Some students were still pulling on the helmet straps of the people next to them. Some students followed Killing Intent with a confused look and raised their scissor hands. Some students deliberately hid their faces away from the camera, but were pulled back by the collar by Family Sharing behind them.
Li Zheng stood in the middle, grinning widely, Ghost Eye turned away with a look of disgust, Long Gen tiptoed towards the camera... The wind lifted the corners of their clothes and rolled up the weeds on the edge of the training ground past the camera, as if adding a furry edge to the photo.
Boom!
There is no real shutter sound.
But every player in the live broadcast room who saw this photo seemed to hear the soft sound of time freezing.
There is no perfect composition or exquisite background in the photo. There is only a group of warriors who are about to go to the unknown, using the most clumsy postures to carve each other's appearance into the end of this long adventure.
The next day, Lacerated Throat Valley.
Counter-Tide fifth training camp, graduation farewell party.
The evil wind roared, and hundreds of thousands of students, wearing battle armor, lined up on the cliff, and the darkness was like a murderous steel jungle.
Underfoot is an endless abyss, the mist surges, and the roar of unknown beasts can be heard vaguely, as if waiting for the flesh and blood of the fallen.
In front of the array, the instructor "Magic Shield" stood with his hands in the air.
He was as tall as an iron tower, with three claw marks across his face. His eyes swept over the students present, and his voice was as low as thunder, but it made the entire Lacerated Throat Valley silent.
"Today, you will step out of the training camp and fall into the unknown."
"Before I leave, I want to tell you that the strongest weapon of a warrior is not the body, armor, or martial arts." His five fingers suddenly closed together, and the energy in his palm Quantization created a sky full of black mist, covering the entire valley.
"The strongest weapon of a warrior is the courage to move forward."
In the black mist, the voice of the magic shield echoed in the ears of every student like a ghostly whisper:
"You all know very well that in this world, there is no certainty, only variables."
"Your enemy is never a fixed opponent. You may face a challenge from a stronger opponent in the next second... and what you can rely on is never experience or intelligence, but the courage to face the unknown."
Demon Shield's eyes were like torches, looking directly at everyone:
"Today, you will fall into the abyss. No one knows where you will land. It may be a poisonous swamp, a lava purgatory, or a Jedi that has never been recorded. Only if you survive and bring back the loot, you will be the real warrior."
"If you die..." He grinned, revealing his white teeth:
"Then it proves that you are nothing more than that."
"Maybe you will think that you are unlucky to be in a desperate situation, but having the courage to face the unknown is the ultimate test of a warrior." After saying this, the evil wind in the valley suddenly surged violently, turning into countless Shatter images flashed in front of the students' eyes.
In a desperate situation, someone kept waving his weapon in the heavy rain, but he happened to smash the head of the invisible beast and escaped death.
Someone slipped and fell into a crevice in the ice, and came across the armor left behind by the powerful clan that had been sealed for thousands of years.
Some people even exhausted their energy in a desperate situation, only to be swept to safety by a sudden strong wind and narrowly escaped.
Countless scenes passed by in a blink of an eye, and in the end only the rapid breathing of the students was left.
"Monster World Every inch of soil is breathing, and every gust of wind contains variables." The voice of the magic shield suddenly rose, causing the gravel on the cliff to roll down:
"The blocking, anticipation, and Qi and Blood cycles you learned in the training camp may not be applicable on the battlefield. The enemy will not play according to the tactical manual. Even the ground under your feet may become a huge mouth that swallows you in the next second."
"The luck you talk about is never fair. When you are struggling in a rotten swamp, choking on poisonous water, luck may be a rotten tree that helps you escape. When you are hunted by a ferocious beast in a thunderstorm, luck may also be the lightning that strikes you... What I want to tell you is that when facing the unknown, you should not pray for good luck, but when bad luck strikes, dare to show your fangs."
Demon Shield's gaze swept across a tense young face:
"When you wake up in a completely unfamiliar area, when your arms are broken, Qi and Blood is exhausted, and there is only the roar of powerful enemies in your ears, what sustains you is not any moves taught in the training camp, but the courage to take the first step in the dark."
"The truth of this world is that there are no Eternal rules, only Eternal unknowns."
The final roar of the magic shield was mixed with the prehistoric evil spirit and soared into the sky:
"Remember, the blind jump trial is the beginning of you truly becoming a warrior. When you can find your way in an unknown environment and carve out a way out of absolute despair, you are worthy of being called a warrior. And a true warrior must have a violent spirit that can even cut away bad luck. The so-called luck can also be the Fire Flower that your own courage knocks out in the darkness."
After saying this, Demon Shield raised his hand and pointed, and suddenly the neatly arranged shuttle cabins in the distance opened one after another, and the wind of his words also changed:
"In the following blind leap stage, your landing locations will be divided into three main types."
"The first one, Black Tide node, is generally the area occupied by the newly arrived Evil Spirit Warrior. It is delivered to this area. All you have to do is to collect enough Evil Crystals to complete the trial challenge, and then use the runes on your body to summon the examiner to complete the trial."
"Second, ferocious beast strongholds. Powerful monsters generally exist in these areas. You have enough hunting certificates to complete the assessment."
"Third, prehistoric ruins. These areas are very complex. There may be pet beasts left by powerful prehistoric tribes, there are also a large number of monsters, and there are various traps. You also need to hunt enough prey there to complete the assessment."
Having said this, Demon Shield's tone softened:
"Finally, I hereby wish that you can cut off the heads of evil spirits at the Black Tide node, and tear apart the organs of giant beasts in the depths of the wilderness. Let me witness with my own eyes that your bones and blood are harder than hundreds of millions of years of hard stone, and your sharp edges are more powerful than the evil wind of the Split Throat Cliff."
It clenched its fist violently, its knuckles crackling, and its figure suspended in mid-air suddenly erupted with dazzling energy light patterns, echoing the light of the engine of the shuttle cabin in the distance:
"Don't think about leaving a retreat for yourself. The bloody path you have carved is your retreat. Don't worry about reinforcements. Your courage is the reinforcement of your own strength."
The strong wind swept his roar past the ears of every student, and the originally tense young faces were ignited with burning flames. "When you return from the fog with your trophies, I will personally mark the stone tablet of Lacerated Throat Valley with my own hands." I will engrave you with the name of glory." Demon Shield waved his hand violently, and the doors of the neatly arranged shuttle cabins in the distance emitted heavy metal Roar, and the faint blue beam of light from the cabin pierced the fog like Li Jian.
"Go away and fight. Survive for me. Use your courage to leave something worth remembering for this land where you have been, so that your tribe and future generations will be proud of you."
The last lesson of Magic Shield Instructor ended, and all the students roared against the evil wind.
The roars of hundreds of thousands of students condensed into one force in the evil wind, like a war song rising into the sky, tearing apart the clouds.
Hundreds of thousands of war blades sharpened in the training camp were unsheathed at the same time, and the rich Qi and Blood rising into the sky illuminated Lacerated Throat Valley.
In the bloody light, every young face reflected the same determination.
There is no tragedy of dying, only the arrogance of living toward death.
At this moment, the desolate sound of a bone flute suddenly sounded from the edge of the cliff. It was the animal bone piccolo that the assistant instructor "Zhi Ao" took off from his waist.
The body of the flute has a dark yellow luster and is engraved with intertwined battle scars. I don't know how many soldiers have accompanied them through the graduation ceremony.
Its figure hanging in mid-air leaned forward slightly, and the sound of the flute first sounded like cracking silk, then suddenly changed to Shen Xiong's tune.
That is Lacerated Throat Valley <Blind Leap Ballad> which has been passed down for thousands of years and will only be played when saying goodbye.
The sound of the flute rises and falls, like the voices of countless ancestors stirring in the wind.
The students spontaneously stepped to the tune, and the rhythm of the armor's collision became the strongest drum beat.
When the last flute sound was crushed in the evil wind, Zhi Ao put away the bone flute and tapped his knuckles lightly on the flute.
The voice was as clear as a bell, cutting through all the hustle and bustle, and Zhi Ao's humming sounded in the ears of all the students:
The armor is cracked and the blood is not yet cold.
Step on Black Tide and kill the giant beast.
In life, he marched in formation as a god of war, and in death, he transformed into wind and thunder to chase away the remaining bandits.
The soul of a warrior is not imprisoned in the tomb.
Either roar on the way to charge, or stay in the chants of those who come after you...
At the same time, hundreds of thousands of shuttle cabin engines exploded Roar at the same time, carrying the blood of the new generation of warriors, tearing apart the sky and flying into the unknown.