The night elf hunter whose name is Kelly Dark did not immediately reply to these people who greeted her latest situation... し0.

Those who whispered to him did not reply.

He just paused for a while and said.

"I am Dake's father. Thank you for your help and care for Dake during this period. He was very happy in the last period of his life. I have never seen him so happy. Thank you."

After Kelly Dark posted this message, the guild discussion column that was still in the heated discussion before suddenly became silent. A reality that they didn't want to think about was something they deliberately did not mention during this period.

"Yes, Dark passed away last night. He entrusted me to say goodbye to everyone, saying that he likes you very much, and he is reluctant to leave his friends in the game..."

This incident spreads very quickly on the server.

Not one afternoon, many people in the league knew about it. The night elf hunter Kelly Dark who likes to help others died of illness. His father logged into his account and went to his guild channel to thank Dark's friends, and then said that this account would probably never be online. The people of Dark Guild planned to hold a funeral for Dark's game character in Stormwind City.

Many players on the server said that they would also attend the funeral at night.

This incident spread very quickly.

On the official forum of Mars Entertainment, some people also posted this matter, and many people posted it. Many of them were even on the same server, and they were also saying that they had received help from Dak.

As more people reply, more people will naturally post.

Many people also became interested in Dark and said that they would also go to Dark's server to attend the funeral at night.

Maybe because Karazan has not opened yet, so, except for those who are still insisting on clearing Naxxamas, most of them are quite leisurely. This post was quickly replied to hundreds of floors on the forum. Jester accidentally saw this post when he visited the forum. When he saw the name Kelly Dark, a memory also appeared in his mind.

He knew this Kelly Dark.

He is a celebrity in this game, not to say how much he has made to this game, but to be a real player who loves this game. He died of illness. After his death, his friends on the server collectively held a funeral for him in Stormwind. Almost everyone on the entire server came to attend, and even followed American practice.

Twenty-one salutes were sounded for him.

This incident has a great impact on the entire O player circle, and countless people have shed tears for his deeds.

It even affected Blizzard. In order to commemorate this player, Blizzard added an np to Shatas in "The Burning Expedition", which is the image of Kelly Dark's night elf hunter with the frost spear.

This image is also called the hunter who will never go offline by many players.

There is another task that is specially added for this player, which is to let the player find this np called Kelly Dark.

It touched some people very much.

Jester knew about this, and he had done this task. He could even recite a commemorative poem written by Blizzard for him. The poem was imitated, but it was really interesting.

Soon, a friend of Dake also responded to this post.

He also added Dark's poem written by himself.

A very sad poem.

Jester thought for a long time and felt that Blizzard did a good job at this point, very humane, and everything was mainly players.

So, he also responded to this post.

"I'm sorry to see such a post. I feel sad. I feel sad that such a player has left us forever. I have a lot of things to say to all players now, but I can't say it. I think a lot. I know that in the world of O, there are many players like Kelly Dark who loves this game, loves his friends, loves life, and loves everything around him."

"I thought of a poem, the name of which is called "Transformed into Thousand Winds."

"This poem is very famous. Many people may have survived it, but they may not know the story behind this poem."

"The author of this poem is Mary Elizabeth Frey, who wrote this poem in 1932 to a Jewish woman in Germany. At that time, the Jewish woman named Margaret Schwartzkopf lived in Frey's home in Baltimore. Frey, who had never written any poem, was inspired by her to write the poem."

"The situation was that Margaret Schwartzkopf was worried about her sick mother in Germany, but someone warned her not to return to Germany because the anti-Semitic atmosphere was strong there. When her mother passed away, she was heartbroken and told Frey that she didn't even have the chance to 'stand at her mother's grave and cry. So Frey wrote a poem on a paper shopping bag."

"She later said the words 'naturally came out', expressing her feelings about life and death. The poem was only circulated in private and never publicly published. In 1995, an Englishman died in a bomb attack in Northern Ireland. This poem was found in his relics. His father read the poem on the BBC radio program and received widespread resounding. The poem was often recited at funerals abroad or at memorial service commemorating the war."

"Please don't stand in front of my grave and cry. I'm not there, I haven't fallen asleep."

"I am the wind that has raised thousands of times."

"It's a diamond that shines on the snow."

"I am the light shining on the golden wheat rays."

"It's the gentle rain of autumn."

"When you wake up in the silence of the morning."

"I am the bird that rises in the air and is flying quietly."

"It's the gentle and twinkling stars at night."

"Please don't cry in front of my grave."

"I'm not there, I'm not dead."

"I remembered this famous poem, and suddenly I felt inspiration. Just like Frye, I had the following poem written specifically for Dark. And I also had an idea. I wanted to add a separate task for Dark's character in the subsequent version of O, and to make his Night Elf Hunter named Kelly, never go offline."

"The following is this poem."

"Don't cry in front of my tombstone, I'm not there, I'm not sleeping forever."

"I am the bitter cold wind passing through Northrend's snowfield."

"I am the gentle spring rain that moistens the wheat fields in the western wilderness."

"I am the quiet dawn, and it permeates the forests of Stranglethorn Valley."

"I am the sound of the drums, flying over the clouds of Nagland."

"I am the warm stars, embellishing the nights of Danasus."

"I am a singing bird, and I stay in the beautiful world."
Chapter completed!