: Section 29: Different Levels in the Same World

"Booming that bunker! Trolls will retreat if they lose that bunker!"
An Emperor adventurer dressed in orange legendary equipment from Suramar City shouted with his head bowed, and the artillery of Lordaeron ’s resurgent army was being fired. All fired and fired were high explosive or incendiary bombs.
Soon, a flexible thief adventurer rushed out of the huge bunker stuck in the middle of the road by the Amani troll, followed by a loud noise accompanied by the explosion of fire, and the bunker suddenly collapsed by more than half.
"Okay, okay, this reward is complete, next!" Ou Huang adventurers turned on their horses, and a large group of adventurers behind them followed their various mounts and rushed to the next mission site like locusts.
This is Alterant Valley, now a paradise for adventurers.
Okuyama, or Okuno, is the abbreviation given to this area by adventurers.
And this European emperor adventurer, also known as the head of Aoshan.
The number of heads of Aoshan is not large. They are basically a small group of powerful adventurers who dare to fight and have good luck. They have mixed their heads from the upper elves of Kalimdor continent.
This group of Emperors made use of their fame and connections to pull up their respective Aosan teams. After the call of the National Army of Lordaeron, they began to pull people around.
Doolin Diamond, the younger brother of Oscar, is now walking in the snow-covered valley in the mountain of adventurers with a look of confusion.
After he left the barren land, he met the Aoshan rewarding group to pull people. So desperate to get ahead, Du Lin, who surpassed his brother, immediately joined Aoshan, an area where adventurers flocked to.
But now, he was a little confused and scared.
He originally thought that the adventurer's career was a novel and exciting adventure with a heroic color. Those legendary experiences made by his brother Oscar can definitely surpass him by giving him some time.
Now he found himself wrong, eighty thousand miles away.
The world of adventurers is extremely cruel and bloody, and there is always the possibility of death.
And these are just for gold coins.
As for hero color? That's just the lucky one.
Du Lin's heart trembled in the Aoshan battlefield. The artillery volleys all day, the multiple arrows and spears shot by the trolls, and various voodoo traps.
He saw with his own eyes that an adventurer got caught in a voodoo trap. Countless poisonous snakes and insects instantly smashed below his waist. The poor man lay on the ground, dragging his upper body to mourn, and sent out an unwilling grievance .
And those terror arrows and spears penetrated the body, and then the body was filled with arrows and rain, the horror scene with arrows and hearts piercing Du Lin almost vomiting.
This is not the peaceful Ironforge, nor the legendary and exciting adventures of the heroes sold in the grocery store.
This is the battlefield, the battlefield of cruelty and human life.
Du Lin now admires his brother a bit, those Oscar used to face are more cruel and dangerous than the current battlefield of Aoshan.
It turned out that the adventurers didn't exaggerate, and their brother really deserves admiration.
"Dulin, what do you think of the dead dwarf! Come on top! Are you not a warrior!" A small captain adventurer ran to Dulin, interrupting his daze with a roar.
The adventurer Aushan Regiment, where Doolin is located, is now on a high ground in the middle of the valley. Their task is to keep the mountain camp in order to prevent trolls from occupying the commanding heights.
The Amani trolls collected the dead trolls and the rotten trolls in the Hinterlands, and they fled to Aoshan.
Now the troll army is also storming this central highland, which is called the Frostfall Cemetery.
A human brave man adventurer is maneuvering a machine gun from the Lordaeron National Army in exchange for his contribution, firing continuously down the hillside. In this cold snowy environment, the strong man was naked with his upper body, and the heat from the machine gun made him extremely warm.
"Warrior! Knight! Go to the top! A group of trolls are coming to the east!" The captain was shouting. Human and dwarf warriors, cavalier professional adventurers were quickly rushing towards the east.
Du Lin held up his iron shield and slowly pressed up with the soldiers around him. It was a standard shield made by Ironforge, which was bought by Doolin at the Blacksmith Weapon Store before leaving.
Several machine guns on the hillside are providing them with vitality to suppress, trolling soldiers in the distance trying to throw spears and archery at the soldiers.
Paladins and Dawn Knights are fighting against troll witch doctors, who have raised a large number of voodoo creatures, from snakes to insects. So the knights are using their holy light and dawn dawn to burn those voodoo creatures that are not afraid of death in batches.
As for the mages and warlocks, because they are relatively small, they have long been transferred to defend other more important points and bunker posts.
These legal professional adventurers are not ordinary consumable cannon fodder. They are more powerful, and naturally receive treatment that matches their strength, and more dangerous enemies.
At night, this team of adventurers ended a day of defensive missions and returned to the base of the National Army of Lordaeron.
Experienced, the adventurers who have been debuting for many years are sitting around the bonfire, filling their mouth with the strong ale provided by Lordaeron's free army, bragging and farting.
Those new adventurers are sitting silent in the corner, taking care of their wounds, or looking at the sky in a daze, with homesickness in their eyes.
Du Lin was the latter. He had just bandaged several wounds on his shoulders and legs, and sat quietly with a bottle of ale in a daze.
This life. . . How did my brother Oscar survive?
It was less than a month after I came out that I had missed the hometown of Dun Morogh and the peaceful days of Ironforge.
Would Oscar be homesick?
This kind of day without knowing if tomorrow is a day of life or death is simply torturing a person's ability to bear.
Moreover, this group of adventurers is only a group of low-level low-level adventurers, and they can only perform some expendable tasks.
And those advanced adventurers who are powerful, such as their brother, are alone ~ EbookFREE.me ~, or form a small team to fight in the plague of east and west, facing all kinds of horrors of the same strength Enemies.
Yourself. . . Still too naive and idealistic.
Wanting to be an Oscar-level adventurer, even the Titan gods received, celebrity leaders around the world also knew him.
I can't do it myself.
After all, my brother Oscar is no longer a world, a level character.
Now he has become the high-level leader of the Undead Scourge. He is one of the four knights of Apocalypse, and the classes and characters he faces are already like mountains to Du Lin.
With a sigh, Du Lin got up and returned to his tent and lay down.
With the howling cold wind outside the tent, gradually fell into a deep sleep.
tomorrow is a new day.
Cruel new day.