Chapter 277: : Azeroth is old

What follows is just the story of an ordinary and veteran adventurer.
He is a European emperor adventurer, his name is not important, but his story may be less noticed, but this has little effect on him.
At this moment, he just wanted to sit quietly on the edge of a floating rock on the Nagrand Prairie, sitting in front of his humble cabin, and remember everything about him.
The emperor is now middle-aged, he is alone, he just wants to get calm.
A few years ago, like all the adventurers around him, he resolutely stepped out of his hometown, carrying a small yellow linen backpack, and started his long-awaited adventure.
He was born in the Northshire Abbey in Elwynn Forest, where the days were peaceful and peaceful.
Emperor Ou also clearly remembered that before leaving, the sheriff also specifically commissioned him to hunt some Timberwolves and those dirty and noisy dogmen near the monastery.
At that time, he was full of fighting spirit, and he wanted to become strong and become an outstanding hero.
He held the rough, one-handed sword in his hand, and the somewhat rusty standard shield, perfectly fulfilling the task assigned to her by the sheriff.
Then carrying a recommendation letter, he left this homeland where he had lived for more than ten years without looking back.
His adventurer career officially started in Shanjin Town, and he remembers the crowds and excitement there.
He also enviously watched a dwarf with two beautiful bubbling high-elf female rangers who accepted the reward task of hunting Hog King Hogg. In his eyes, those three powerful men Adventurers are the hardest to reach.
Ou Huang soon regained his spirits, he began to do some low-level rewards without difficulty, and slowly accumulated a batch of funds.
When I hold the huge sum of ten gold coins in the small bag in my hand, the sense of accomplishment I can achieve will never be achieved in the future.
Emperor Ou has met many adventurer friends. They are ordinary adventurers at the bottom. All they can do is warm up by group and work together to face this realistic and dangerous world.
They formed an ordinary group of adventurers, traveling around the world of Azeroth, growing up hard and happy step by step.
Ou Huang had good luck. He took his friends across the ocean and came to Suramar City, where his strength ushered in a turning point.
Through countless tasks, Ou Huang and his team quickly obtained a large number of gold coins.
By contributing points, Ou Huang got her first legendary equipment, which was a breastplate.
Friends willingly contributed their points, and a dozen people in the entire team made up a legend for him.
Ou Huang didn't say anything. He buried his gratitude and continued to lead the team step by step.
When the Scourge of the Dead swept through the Eastern Kingdoms continent, Ou Huang resolutely led the team away from Kalimdor.
At this moment, they are already changing their guns.
Not only his own Suramar equipment, but every brother and friend in the team has at least three or four legendary items that are extremely enviable to outsiders.
He was too lazy to explain it when others cast envious glances, or called him the ill-fated Ou Huang. Because he knew how he got what he is today.
Emperor Ou's team was so popular in the eastern kingdom and the mainland. He established his own adventurer's guild and managed this growing group with a dozen old folks.
They bravely entered the Black Rock Mountain, and together with the Alliance, they broke into the Black Wing's Nest, drove the black dragon prince Nefarian, and slaughtered the dragon.
They participated in the battle of Naxxramas, and followed the coalition to defeat the terrible undead.
They went through the battle in Alterac Valley, and fiercely attacked the crazy attack of the Amani trolls.
They saw overwhelming worms in the desert of Silithus, and witnessed the divine war between the Titan deities and the ancient gods.
They also stepped into the hot molten heart and competed with the fiery elements of fire.
In those days, some old folks were killed in battle and some were disabled, but this still couldn't stop their footsteps.
The adventurer's career goes forward.
They crossed the gates of darkness, and once again accepted new challenges in the broken world of Outland.
But as the years went by, wrinkles grew in the corners of their eyes, and their strength began to decline.
They found that the passion and fire in their lives for the adventurer's life had slowly faded.
Emperor Ou looked at the old folks and brothers along the way, and made a major decision.
The Emperor's Adventurer's Guild broke up.
They have gone through too much, they have gained enough, and they have lost just as much.
The disabled and aging old folks returned to their hometown and began their new lives.
Emperor Ou didn't go back. He bought a few dozen square meters of floating gravel over the Nagrand Prairie and built a small wooden house here.
Since it ends from the outer domain, then stay here.
Emperor Ou took off his legendary armor and put his best, unique one-handed sword and shield in the box under the bed.
He wants quiet days.
Every night, he would sit on the edge of the gravel ~ EbookFREE.me ~ watching the colorful and chaotic universe turbulence over the Nagrand prairie and feel the gentle breeze of Nagrand.
He remembered his old fellows who survived.
The weak pastor and his sister married to Luo Luo's annoying mage, and they ran to Elwynn Forest to run a small orchard.
The thief went to MI7 and lived a life of coaching novice rookie after retirement.
The hunter opened a popular restaurant in the Stormwinds trade area.
The honest and upright knight returned to his hometown of Redridge Mountains and became an ordinary sheriff.
Ou Huang thought for a while, and burst into tears.
Maybe we are all old?
Want to pick up the shield again and break through the obstacles of reality.
Want to sail the endless sea again, piercing the haze like a silver gull.
Want to get another rain of Ashenvale, deceive yourself that everything will not end too soon.
I want to stand side by side again in the snow-falling graveyard, and laugh at the snow in the sky, proclaiming that I will never be defeated.
The years have lost weight, leaving a deep cut on the body, swallowing the bitterness and concealment of the constant passion in the heart.
But myself. . . And those guys fighting together. . . Can't go back.
In those days when he couldn't go back, Yaoji offered his youth as his youth.
This is the story of a European emperor adventurer, a story of being defeated by years and an adventurer who stopped in the outer world.
Every day, new adventurers step into this vast world, and every day, some adventurers end their adventures.
The era that belongs to them is over, they withdrew their worn-out, once-very brilliant armors and exited the world stage.
Maybe they will still pay attention to every major event in the world of Azeroth.
But they can't go back.
Azeroth is old, or are we old?