The battle was finally over, and the Rage Tooth Camp, which had to be forty or fifty orcs, was completely wiped out by two people. The camp was full of corpses and no orcs ran away. This is the nature of this creature. They would rather die in battle than live in secret.

With the remaining fire in the camp, the two of them looked around and picked them up in the camp. Both of them had no psychological barriers to finishing the knife and scavenging the spoils. But these poor orcs really had nothing good. It seemed that the last batch of robbery supplies should have been transported to the Grimbato Fortress. They only found dozens of gold coins, or human gold coins - the orcs have not yet begun to mint their own currency. They are still in the primitive clan state of bartering. They have their own currency. It must be a few years after the founding of the capital of Orgrimmar.

In the tent of the orc leader who was not affected by the fire, Diago found two hand axes. He had to prepare for the battle behind the enemy - this would be an inevitable situation in the future. Almost every melee profession knew that when encountering a hunter, he should stick it up as soon as possible and get entangled in close combat.

The axe is dwarf-style and looks a bit old, but it is well maintained. It should have been mixed with a small amount of silver when forging, which makes its axe blade exuding a dreamy emerald green luster. The blade of the battle axe is very wide, and a sharp armor-breaking cone is installed at the front of the axe handle.

"Good things, at least of excellent quality." Diago guessed in his heart. In Azeroth, the quality ratings of weapons and equipment are ordinary, excellent, excellent, epic and legendary. Occasionally, there are low-quality equipment better than the previous-level quality, but that is mostly because good things are added during forging. Of course, this situation is rare, because few people are willing to use superficial crafts to ruin things.

Oh, of course, except for the rich and orcs. That's what he ended up with the two leather armor he found in the camp.

Diago's human hunter learned to make skin before traveling through time. It was so difficult to improve the professional skills of World of Warcraft. It was entirely built up by practice again and again. From elementary, intermediate, advanced, expert, master, master, Zen master, and master to Master Drano, the skills rating is even more complicated than the professional title evaluation level before traveling through time. Majors like engineering are even divided into two branches: goblin engineering and dwarf engineering, known as the king of cheating. Players even joked that "archaeology ruined a lifetime, engineering was poor for three generations." Unfortunately, Diago learned goblin engineering, so he has always been a poor ghost.

In addition to these two professional skills, Diago also practiced fishing, first aid, and cooking to the master level of Drano. After all, as a hunter wandering in the wilderness, these skills can ensure that he lives well without any supplies.

Judging from the master's leather-making perspective of Tadrano, although these two leather armors are rough in craftsmanship, the materials are pretty good. They both use the best hard armor leather, which is lined with hard armor fur. If changed, it will increase his defense and the Night Elf.

In addition, there is nothing in the camp that can attract his attention. The craftsmanship of the Dragon Roar Orc is far from being able to create exquisite chain armor or mail, and the bulky plate armor is not suitable for the two agile professions of druids and hunters.

The night elves found a bunch of strange things. Even with Diago's eyes, it was difficult to tell what these things were for - oval stone beads, bones full of tooth marks, tattered banners, clay pots with gaps, and some other fragments.

"I have studied archaeology, which is obviously an antique from some old era." The night elf explained with certainty that he carefully put the rag in a leather bag and carried it behind his shoulders.

"Archaeology ruined a lifetime, another naughty child was fooled." Diago sighed in his heart. He didn't say it out because it was difficult for you to distinguish the truth from a "antique collector" who had a big idea.

After some plundering, the two left the Rage Tooth Camp and came to a small river next to them. Because the hair on the night elf giant bear's body was soaked with blood - it had his own blood, but more of it was orcs - the hair on the whole body was sticky, tangled into balls of hair, which was very uncomfortable.

Diago is relatively tidy, which is also an advantage of the distance profession. But he also has his own things to do.

By the small river beside the camp, Diago soaked his hands in the cold river water, curled up and down, stretching his numb fingers back and forth to relieve the swelling of his arms. He fired more than 80 arrows in a rapid shooting state today. The already injured arm could not withstand such violent force, and his muscles were torn - if it weren't for the thick calluses on his fingertips, his fingers would have been worn out long ago - the druid had to cast a rejuvenation technique on him. This continuous treatment effect is more suitable for this internal injury, and the situation is much better now than at the beginning.

With the two moons hanging high in the night sky (Azeroth has two magical moons, one is Ms. White, the night elves call her Elune, the Taurus calls it Msha, and the other smaller moon is called Blue Child), Diago looks at his reflection in the water. This is the first time he has seen his face after traveling through time. He looks about in his early twenties and is not handsome. He can only say that he looks quite upright, with a little sunshine, which looks a bit like Matt Damon in "Spy Shadows".

"You did it so beautifully today, and you're almost caught up with me. In the hunter industry, even the best elf shooter can't do it better than you." The druid, who had just taken a shower and turned into a human body, came over, sat next to him, and praised loudly. After just experiencing a hearty killing, this young night elf was tired, but still couldn't hide his excitement.

"Don't you rinse your mouth with some water? I saw that the orc you bite was thrown out and dragged all over the floor in colorful colors." Diago asked deliberately, looking at the blood on the corner of the elf's mouth.

"Can you not mention this? I'm disgusted by this," Masley said with some reproach. He turned his head and retching a few times. "It's the first time I've done this. I didn't have it before, I uttered..."

"...so powerful!" The night elf vomited a few more times, then thought about the words, and said proudly. He took the kettle handed over by the hunter and rinsed his mouth, "But you have to agree. It's very refreshing to do this, right?"

...

It was dark, and in a small valley about a few miles away from the Nuya Camp, two people built a small camp. The sight here is very good and you can see the Nuya Camp in the distance. If an orc team came over from the Grimbato Fortress at night, they could see it as soon as possible.

The bonfire was burning, and two small iron buckets containing tender crocodile meat were mounted on it, emitting a strong fragrance. The crocodile raised by the orc was found in a sink in the orc camp today. The druid bear, who was killed, pounced on it and had a claw, so the dinner came.

Diago sat silently by the bonfire, watching the flames ecstasy. After a tense and exciting day, this was the first time he had time to sort out his somewhat confused thoughts.

Before traveling through time, although both of his parents were still there, the two brothers were also very filial and should be able to take good care of the elderly for him. Even if his girlfriend had just been dating for half a year, she would definitely be very sad. Although this girlfriend is not pretty and her appearance can only be considered average, she can be said to be obedient to him and gentle as water. The relationship between the two is very good. Although it is not yet at the point of discussing marriage, she suddenly disappeared. What's the matter? Diago was a little melancholy - no one could easily cut off the past without leaving any thoughts.

"What year is this?" he asked the night elves, pointing to the back of his head, "You know, I've been hit here and I can't remember some things."

"This year is the 21st year after the opening of the Dark Gate. Just last year, we had just won the final victory against the demons on Mount Hygar!" Masley said proudly, but he was very upset about not being able to participate in this jihad.

Diago nodded, and he almost immediately understood what time it was. He knew that the World of Warcraft game would not start operating in four years, the 25th year after the opening of the Dark Gate. This made him feel relieved.

He didn't know why he came to this world. At the beginning, he was afraid that this was a realistic dream. One day, he would suddenly wake up in this dream, and then go to work, go home, sleep, and repeat his mediocre and tasteless life day after day.

Later, he wondered if his soul was sucked into the game World of Warcraft, like an NPC, turned into a set of data and stored in the client or server. If one day the game stops operating and the server is closed, he will disappear, but now it seems that this fear can be dispelled - because at this time, World of Warcraft has not even started operating, and his existence has nothing to do with the game. He knows that he may no longer have to worry.

"Where are you going?" Masley Bearspi interrupted his thoughts and came over to ask. This hundreds-year-old naughty child is different from other restrained and elegant night elves. He looks more energetic and adventurous.

Diago thought about it a little. From here, there are three roads, one is to go west to the port city of Minaishir, and then take a boat to the elf city of Darnasus or the newly built human port Theramore, the other is to go north to the human kingdom of Lordaeron, and the third road is to go south to the dwarf country Ironforge, or take the subway to the Stormwind, the human kingdom further south.

"I heard that Danasus is a good place. The city built on the tree of the world, Teda Hill, is picturesque and spring..." Thinking of this, he asked tentatively.

"What's good about it? In addition to the forest, there are also a group of old stubborn people, which has no meaning at all." Masley interrupted him impatiently, as if he didn't miss home at all.

"Okay, then don't go there." Diago made a fork in his heart, but he would not choose Port Theramo. Because just this year, Admiral Dalyn Prodmore brought his fleet to the continent of Kalimdor, and launched a war with the orc country established by Thrall, destroying the newly established harbor city. It was too dangerous - although Diago Asnar was eager to integrate into this magnificent and surging era, he knew that he had to be cautious and could not dive into the thorns like a reckless wild boar. He still needed time to get familiar with and adapt to the world, especially before he mastered his own strength.

He didn't want to go north either, because the kingdom of Lordaeron in the north had been destroyed. On that ruin, the banshee Sylvanas Wind Walker was leading the Forsaken to fight for the liberation from the control of the Lich King. Now, the land is full of plagues and the undead are rampant, which is not a good choice for traveling at home.

Then, there is only one choice left.

"I want to go to Stormwind City in the south. I am alone now and forget everything about the past. Perhaps among my compatriots, I can help me get back the past." Diago made up a reason and said.

"Then I'll go too," said the elf without thinking. It seemed that as long as he didn't go back to Danasus, it didn't matter where he went.

"I heard that the human girls over there are all very enthusiastic." He said in a longing mood.

Diago was silent. With the light and shadow caused by the swaying bonfire, he quietly looked at the night elves. Unlike many handsome and miserable elves in fantasy novels, the male night elves of Azeroth are not handsome. Although they are also slender, the person in front of them looks taller than Diago, who looks more than 1.8 meters tall, but their muscles are twisted and their thick and powerful arms look exactly in line with the appearance of a strong man rather than a handsome boy, not to mention that long horse face, not only isn't handsome, but they even look a little vulgar, but this adds some affinity to them. After all, no man likes to stay with someone more handsome than himself - is it great to be a green leaf?

Many players have always speculated in secretly that this is also an important reason why the handsome and elegant blood elves do not form alliances with humans, but join the tribe. After all, among the group of demons and monsters, the blood elves are definitely outstanding and outstanding. This is so psychologically advantageous, at least they can maintain a good mood every day, right?

However, it is also beneficial for male night elves to be ugly. As a minority group, male night elves living in human society have not been beaten or slap, and are directly caught by humans and trained to become rabbits or faces. It is a big reason for their ugly appearance. In this regard, male blood elves are not good. They are too handsome, and they are even at the point of killing both men and women. Because of this, blood elves are not only women, but also men, and the number of missing people every year is high. Regent Rothema Theron issued several strict orders, and torture and suppression of slave arresters is useless - there is no way, the market demand is too great!

"Are you a player too?" Diago asked suddenly, he was in Chinese.

"What? Are you talking about trolls?" The elf who was fiddling with the bonfire looked up at him in surprise. "Although I understand dwarfs and dwarfs, I have never heard of the language you speak."

"Oh, the Diaoyu Islands are ours!" Diago continued to say in Chinese. He wanted to finally determine whether he was in the game, or whether the indigenous people of this world had ever contacted players.

"What?" The elf looked at him with some reproach. It was too rude, because he had clearly said that he didn't understand this kind of language. Is he showing off his talent for language?

"The king of heaven is over the tiger!" Diago looked at the elf with eager eyes, but to his disappointment, the latter looked at his eager eyes vigilantly, rubbing backwards with some disgust, farther away from him.

"Hey man, listen," Masray Bearskin said with a serious expression, looking very serious, "I don't discriminate against homosexual love, but I don't want it to happen to me."

"Absolutely not!" He waved his hand vigorously and emphasized firmly.

"Neither," Although I was happy to be sure that I was not in the game, Diago still felt a little amused and crying. He decided it would be better to lie. Explanation is equivalent to concealing it, and it would not work well at this time. "I was just asking, does druid spells have to be talented or specific races to learn?"

"Oh, this," Masley looked at the hunter with great enlightenment. He smiled with relief and thought carefully. "The profession of druids has never been a saying of talent, and there is no limited race. The two races of taurens or elves have abundant druids, but their thoughts or lifestyles are more in line with the teachings of druids and are closer to nature. My teacher also told me that more than one human has learned druid spells from him, but they failed without exception, because this race is too impatient, too greedy, and has no restraint. He asks for nature without knowing rewards, and of course nature will not give them their own power."

Speaking of this, the druid bent down guiltily to the hunter and explained, "I'm not talking about you, Asnar, you are different from them. You are a good person. Even by the standards of an elf, you can't ask you to do better."

Diago, who was sent a good man card, smiled bitterly, "It's too impatient, too greedy, uncontrollable, asking for nature without knowing how to reward it." There are not many of these problems in himself. However, his drunkenness is not about wine, so it's good that Masley can't misunderstand that he is a gay man.

As a hunter, he did not intend to work as a part-time druid. Although both professions are suitable for survival in the wilderness, they have great similarities. This world does not follow the DND rules. Before traveling through time, he never heard of a player who successfully worked part-time.

After traveling to this world, all his skills, both life skills and combat skills, were retained. In addition, some interesting knowledge was also preserved. For example, language. Diago, who only passed the English Level 4 exam before traveling, is now a powerful language master, proficient in five languages: human language, dwarf language, elf language, Draenei language and dwarf language. However, there are too many words for dwarf language and dwarf language that are mutually exclusive. The neighbors living in Danmoro for the two generations influence each other far beyond people's imagination.

Because there is no system or character panel, Diago doesn't know what level his body is at, which makes him a little depressed. Maybe a werewolf may kill him if he goes out, but this possibility is not too great. After all, according to his feelings when he is fighting in the Rage Tooth Camp, he is not the kind of rookie who can be abused at will.

But no matter what, it is always nothing wrong to be careful in everything. In this world where there are big shots everywhere, it is better to be a low-key person.

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Note: The Age of the Dark Gate: In order to commemorate this history that caused painful harm to all races of Azeroth and Drano, all races agreed to set the year when the Dark Gate opened as the first year of the Dark Gate.
Chapter completed!