“Ha~”

Late at night, the glimmer of computer screens still flashed in apartment buildings and rentals everywhere.

At the computer desk, a young man in his 20s and an ordinary appearance yawned lazyly.

His left hand was pressing aimlessly on the mechanical keyboard in front of him, and the virtual character presented in the center of the monitor was also shaking around with his finger movements.

Looking bored at the empty city of Borales on the screen, the man's eyes looked a little unconscious.

“8.0 is truly a 'disaster' that developers themselves admit."

"In order to forcefully reduce wisdom and balance the strength of the two major camps, we will not hesitate to abandon the rationality of the plot. We are truly the legendary interstellar team."

Frustrated, he threw the wireless mouse away, and the young man leaned on the back of the computer chair and sighed.

"It's almost time to afk."

Thinking of the 7.0 Dark Team creating a disgusting secret realm and an increasingly brainless mentally retarded plot, the young man looked at the ceiling and silently missed the monster that once made him spare all night.

"Go to sleep... I have to go to work tomorrow."

The exhausted young man was too lazy to withdraw from the game slowly, so he directly pressed the shutdown key on the mainframe box, moved his body hard and threw himself onto the soft big bed.

Before falling asleep, the last vague thought flashed through the young man's mind.

"Is the monster that carries many beautiful memories of young people really only able to live in the past feelings?"

...

The tragic battlefield was filled with a strong smell of blood, and green and red liquids were mixed into the ground.

A large number of incomplete corpses are placed on the land dyed with strange colors, and broken limbs and arms are everywhere.

"Well……"

Amid the continuous shouts of killing on the battlefield, a faint moan came from below the pile of corpses.

A "corpse" that should have died suddenly pushed away the heavy object pressing on him, opened the golden eyes that were flashing with glimmer and looked around in confusion.

Under the illumination of the bright moon hanging high in the sky, the appearance of this "corpse" that suddenly resumed action can be vaguely seen.

The strange violet skin is over two meters tall, and the long and sharp elf ears.

These characteristics alone are enough to prove that this person is not a human, but a fantasy creature that often appears in fantasy works.

The chest of the "corpse" was cut out by an unknown weapon, which was about half a meter long and bone-like wound. The wound had begun to initially scab near the wound, but the dark red semi-dried blood almost completely dyed the upper body of the "corpse".

"Um!"

The action of pushing away the pile of corpses made the man with short silver hair and a bearded face show a painful expression on his originally confused face.

"Where am I?"

The man looked at the huge wound on his chest in horror. In order to avoid further tearing the wound, he lay in the pile of corpses for the time being and did not dare to move. He could only sway his head slightly to observe the situation around him.

As a veteran Warcraft player, the man simply glanced around, and his pupils suddenly tightened.

"Night Elf?! And... Demon?"

He stretched out his hands and flipped back and forth in front of him, and then he finally realized something was wrong with his body.

"This is not my body, who am I? Did I travel through time?"

Although I really want to slowly sort out my chaotic thoughts, now I am on the battlefield and don’t have so much time to think too much.

A ferocious Doomsday Guard noticed the movement here from above, squirted the flesh wings in the air and turned a corner, rushing straight towards the direction where the traveler was.

The demon guard raised the wide blade and two-handed giant sword in his hand in mid-air, and a bloodthirsty grin appeared on his face.

"Little mortals, your world will surely burn, for Sargeras!"

The visitor from another world who had just passed by, endured the pain and rolled to the side at the critical moment.

The severe pain from his chest made his face, which was covered by the white beard, twisted. Fortunately, he successfully avoided the opponent's powerful slash at the last moment.

If he was hit by this sword, he would not have to consider the wound anymore.

"puff!"

The dull sound of the giant sword cutting into the pile of corpses came from beside him. The man hurriedly covered his chest with his hands that had been oozing blood again, and stood up from the pile of corpses crookedly.

I don't know if the corpse he was reborn has some residual thoughts, but he couldn't control his feelings of hatred for the demon in front of him.

This hatred is not only directed at the demon in front of him, but expands to the entire demon clan.

His body instinct made him subconsciously pull out a wooden stick next to him that was stuck on the ground, hold the center of the stick with one hand, and subconsciously put it across his chest to make a defensive posture.

"roar!"

The Doomsday Guard glanced at the long wooden stick held by the night elves opposite, and roared and raised the giant sword with both hands high above the top, launching a fierce jump to the position where the night elves man was.

"die!"

"Swish!"

Just as the crosser's muscles were tense and he was about to roll to avoid the side again, several arrows broke through the night sky and plunged into the doomsday guard's body accurately.

The additional force in the arrow made the Doomsday Guard lose balance in the air. He passively changed his jumping trajectory in the roar of pain and hit the ground about five meters beside the night elf man.

The strange red and green soil was splashed by the impact caused by the Doomsday Guard when it landed on the ground, and one of them happened to fly to the face of the traveler with a somewhat dull expression.

"Swoosh!"

Before the Doomsday Guard stood up, another arrow broke out into the air, firmly nailed to the struggling demon's forehead, and finally made the Doomsday Guard lose signs of life.

A large purple bird with wings swung past the air, and a graceful figure jumped down from the bird's back and landed in front of the time traveler who was confused about the situation.

Before the time traveler could see the other person's appearance, the female night elf wearing combat priest light armor took the lead and asked anxiously, "Andrea, are you okay?"

‘Andria? Is this body’s name?’

The time traveler's heart tightened. He did not have the original memory of the body he possessed.

Even if you can get away with it now, you will sooner or later lose some familiar details about the other party.

After weighing the trade-offs, the time traveler finally chose to speak out.

"That...who are you? Where am I? What are we doing?"

"ha?"

The young night elf with purple face patterns on his face and a tall ponytail with long blue hair tied into a high ponytail showed surprise on his face.

"Andrea Yueying, have you been hit by the demon?"

"I am Sandys, your friend Sandys Yuyue, and this is the battlefield near Mount Hygar."

The time traveler was shocked. Although he still did not get any memories of the other party from his predecessor, as a time traveler, the name Sandys Yuyue would never make him feel strange.

"Shan...Tis?"

After carefully examining Santis' slightly green and beautiful face, the traveler looked up at the battlefield full of blood and fire in the other party's worried gaze.

A huge wild boar was rushing left and right in the demon group in the distance, and no demon could block its way.

The overwhelming birds in the sky, under the command of a snow-white half-human and half-bird creature, fought fiercely with the demon's evil bat and the Doomsday Guard in the air.
Chapter completed!