Vol 2 Chapter 507: : Azeroth is old

The following is just an ordinary and old fritters adventurer, his boring and anonymous story.
He is a European adventurer, his name is not so important, his experience may be less concerned, but it has no effect on his life.
No matter what big thing the tall Titan deity is doing, he is still living his hard life for gold coins.
At this moment, he just wanted to sit quietly on the edge of a floating small stone on the Nagrand prairie, sitting in front of his humble log cabin, to remember everything about him.
This European emperor adventurer has entered middle age now, he is still alone, he just wants to get calm.
A few years ago, like all the ordinary adventurers around him, he resolutely stepped out of his calm and comfortable hometown, carrying a yellow linen backpack with a small capacity, and began his long-awaited adventure.
Oh, he was born in the North County Abbey area of ​​Elwynn Forest, where the days are quiet and peaceful.
Empire also clearly remembered that before he left, the sheriff specially commissioned him to go to the wild near the monastery, and hunted a few flooded Timberwolves and those dirty and noisy kobolds.
At that time, he was full of fighting spirit, he wanted to become stronger, became a prominent hero, and returned home with a lot of gold coins.
He held the extremely rough one-handed sword in his hand, and the rusty standard shield, which perfectly completed the task assigned to him by the sheriff.
Then, with a letter of recommendation, he strode away from this hometown where he had lived for nearly two decades without looking back.
His career as an adventurer officially began in the town of Flashing Gold. He still remembers the crowds and lively crowds there.
He also looked enviously at a dwarf adventurer, with two beautiful bubble elves and high elf female rangers, took over the reward mission of hunting the hog king Hogg, in his eyes at the time, the three A powerful stranger is the hard-to-reach top.
Ou Huang quickly rejuvenated his spirits. He began to do some low-level reward tasks without difficulty, moved forward steadily, and slowly accumulated a batch of starting capital.
When he held the huge bag of ten gold coins in his hand, the sense of accomplishment he had achieved could no longer be reproduced in later days.
During the struggle, the Emperor met many adventurer partners. They are also the ordinary ordinary adventurers at the bottom. The only thing they can do is to warm up together, work together, and face the cruelty of this reality. The vast world.
They formed an ordinary group of adventurers, and like everyone else, rushing around in the world of Azeroth, growing hard and happy step by step.
The European adventurer was very lucky. He took his comrades-in-arms across the ocean and came to Suramar City, where his strength ushered in a turning point.
Through countless reward missions, Ou Huang and his team quickly obtained a large number of gold coins.
By contributing points, Ouhuang got his first legendary orange enchanting equipment, which is a breastplate.
Partners voluntarily donated all their own points. The whole team of more than a dozen people worked together to create this orange legend for him without any complaints or dissatisfaction.
European Emperor did not say anything, he was deeply grateful in his heart, and continued to lead the team step by step.
He is still very careless, swearing, and cursing his team.
As the undead Scourge swept across the Eastern Kingdom Continent, the Emperor resolutely led his team to leave the Kalimdor Continent and returned to the Eastern Kingdom Continent to face the Scourge.
At this moment, they are already shotguns for guns.
Not only the Suramar graduation equipment of his whole body, each of the brothers and sisters in the team, each of them has at least three or four legendary enchanting weapons and equipment that are very envious of outsiders.
When outsiders cast their envious gazes, or he was called the emperor of luck, he was too lazy to explain, because he knew how he could get what he looks like today.
European Emperor's team started to rise up in the eastern kingdom and continent. He eventually established his own adventurer's guild, and managed this increasingly huge group of adventurers with a dozen calm old men.
They rushed into the Black Rock Mountain, and rushed into the Blackwing Nest together with the Alliance army, drove away the Black Dragon Prince Nefarian, and successfully slaughtered the dragon, bragging and showing off in the tavern for several days.
They participated in the Battle of Naxxramas, followed the world coalition forces and defeated the terrible undead natural disaster, drove the fart hit by the big lich Kel'Thuzad, and rolled back into the Northrend continent.
They experienced the brutal battle of Alterac Valley, and fought back the crazy attack of the Amani trolls, and defended the valley for the Lordaeron.
They faced the overwhelming Yaki swarm on the desert of Silithus, and witnessed the god-level war between the Titan and the ancient god.
They also stepped into the scorching heart of the molten fire and competed with the fiery elements of fire.
During those days, some old folks died in battle and some were disabled, but this still couldn't stop them from moving forward.
The career of an adventurer is unprecedented.
Eventually, they crossed the door of darkness and were ready to accept new challenges again in the broken world of Outland.
They are full of confidence, furious and motivated.
But as the years go by, their eyes have grown wrinkles, and their strength has begun to decline.
They suddenly found that the passion and fire for the adventurer's career in their hearts had begun to fade away.
Or is it. . . I really can't move.
European Emperor looked at the old buddies and brothers who walked with him, and then he made a major decision.
The Emperor ’s Guild of European Emperors broke up.
They have experienced too much, they have gained enough, they have lost more and more.
The disabled and aging comrades-in-arms returned to their hometown and started their new life.
But the Emperor did not go back. He bought the floating gravel over the Nagran prairie, a tens of square meters, and built a simple wooden house here.
Since it ends in the outer world, then stay here.
The Emperor Ou took off his legendary armor, and put his superb, unique one-handed sword and shield in a box under the bed.
He wanted a calm day.
Every night, he will sit on the edge of the gravel, watching the turbulent and turbulent cosmic energy over the Nagrand prairie, and feeling the soft breeze of Nagrand.
Like every night, he remembered his old survivors again.
The weak priest girl married the irritating mage, and the two ran to Elvin Forest, using the earned gold coins, to jointly run an ordinary small orchard.
The thieves went to MI7, and after their retirement they had a comfortable life to guide the novice rookie ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The hunter returned to his hometown of Stormwind City, and opened a popular small hotel in the trade area.
The honest and honest knight brother returned to the hometown of Redridge Mountain, became an ordinary sheriff, and continued to fight for the people in his hometown.
Thinking about it, Emperor burst into tears.
Maybe we are all old?
Wants to pick up the shield again and break through the obstacles of reality.
Wants to sail the endless sea again, piercing the haze like a silver gull.
I want to rain another heavy rain in Ashenvale and deceive myself that everything will not end too quickly.
Would like to stand side by side again in the Xueluo cemetery, facing the flying snow, laughing and proclaiming that he would never be defeated.
Years thin and left a deep knife cut on his body, swallowing the bitterness and hard to hide the constant passion in his heart.
But I still have this group of guys fighting together. . . I can't go back.
In the era when couldn't go back, Yao sacrificed his youth.
This is the story of a European adventurer, a trivial story of an adventurer who was defeated by years and an adventurer who stopped in the outer world.
Every day, new adventurers step into this vast world, and every day, there are also adventurers who end their adventures.
Belonged to their era is over, they hold their somewhat worn, once extremely brilliant weapon armor, silently withdrew from the world stage.
Perhaps 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?