The battle was finally over, and the Angry Fang camp, which had nearly a hundred orc warriors, was completely wiped out by two people.
The camp was littered with corpses, and no orcs escaped, it was the nature of such creatures, and they would rather die in battle than steal their lives.
By the light of the remaining fires in the camp, the two men looked around, rummaging through the camp by the way, and neither of them had any mental barriers to mending knives and collecting loot.
But these poor ghosts and orcs really don't have any good things, and it seems that the last batch of looted supplies should have been transported to Grimbaatar Fortress.
They only found a few dozen gold coins, or human gold coins - the orc race had not yet begun to mint their own currency, they were still in the primitive clan state of barter, and they had their own currency, and it would have been a few years before Sal had built the capital of Orgrimmar.
In the tent of the orc leader, who was not affected by the fire, Diego found two hand axes, and he must prepare for the battle after being close to the enemy - this will also be inevitable in the future, almost every melee class knows to stick it as soon as possible when encountering a hunter, and get entangled in close quarters.
The axe is dwarven and looks old, but it is well maintained, and it should have been forged with a small amount of silver, which gives it a dreamy emerald green sheen, and the battle axe has a wide blade and a sharp armor-piercing cone at the tip of the handle.
"Good things, at least of good quality."
Diego guessed in his mind.
In Azeroth, weapons and equipment are graded as Normal, Excellent, Excellent, Epic, and Legend.
Occasionally, there will be low-quality equipment that is better than the higher-quality equipment, but that is mostly due to the good stuff added to the forging.
Of course, this is rare, because few people are willing to waste things with superficial craftsmanship.
Oh, except, of course, the tyrants and orcs.
This was the case with the last two pieces of leather armor he found in the camp.
Diego's human hunter had learned how to make hides before he crossed over.
The professional skills of World of Warcraft have been improved, which is called a difficulty, and it is completely piled up by practicing again and again.
From primary, intermediate, advanced, expert, master, grandmaster, Zen master to Master Delanor, the grading of skills is more complex than the level of professional title evaluation before the crossing, and majors like engineering are even divided into two branches, goblin engineering and dwarf engineering, known as the king of pit dads, and players even joked, "Archaeology ruins a lifetime, and engineering is poor for three generations."
Unfortunately, Diego studied goblin engineering, so he has always been a poor ghost.
In addition to these two professional skills, Diego also practiced fishing, first aid, and cooking to the level of Draenor master, after all, as a hunter roaming the wilderness, these skills can ensure that he can live well without any supplies.
According to Thadrano's master-level skin-making vision, although the craftsmanship of these two pieces of leather armor is rough, the materials are not bad, they are all selected excellent hard armor skin, lined with hard armor fur, if you change it, it can improve some defense for him and the Night Elves.
Other than that, there was nothing left in the camp that could catch his eye, the craftsmanship of the Dragonroar Orcs was far from capable of crafting elaborate chain mail or chain mail, and the bulky plate armor was not suitable for the agile professions of druids and hunters.
The Night Elves had found a bunch of strange things that even Diego's eyes could hardly tell what they were for—oval stone beads, bones covered in tooth marks, tattered banners, clay pots with gaps, and other bits and pieces.
"I've studied archaeology, and it's clearly an antique from some old era."
The Night Elf explained with certainty, and he thoughtfully packed the rags into a leather bag and carried them back over his shoulder.
"Archaeology has ruined a lifetime, and another bear child has been fooled."
Diego sighed in his heart, he didn't come out, because it's hard to reason with a "curio collector" with a big brain.
After some scourging, the two men left the camp and came to a nearby river.
Because the fur on the Night Elf Bear was soaked with blood—his own blood, but more orcs—the hair all over his body was sticky, tangled into clumps of hair, and it was very uncomfortable.
Diego is much cleaner, which is also an advantage of remote careers.
But he also has his own things to do.
By the river at the edge of the camp, Diego dipped his hand in the cold river water, curled back and forth and stretched his numb fingers, relieving the swelling of his arm, he fired more than eighty arrows in a state of rapid fire today, and his already injured arm could not withstand such a violent force, and his muscles were torn - if it weren't for the thick calluses on his belly, his fingers would have been worn out - the druid had to perform a rejuvenation spell for him.
This continuous healing effect is more suitable for this kind of internal injury, and the situation is much better now than it was at the beginning.
With the twin moons hanging high in the night sky (Azeroth has two magical moons, one is the White Lady, the Night Elves call her Elune, the Minotaur calls her Musha, and the other moon is called the Blue Child), Diego looks at his reflection in the water, and this is the first time he has seen his own face since he crossed over. looks like he is in his early twenties, not handsome, but only looks quite good, a little sunny, and looks like Matt Damon in "Spy Shadows".
"You've done such a beautiful job today, you're almost catching up with me, and in the hunter trade, even the best elven shooter can't do a better job than you."
The druid, who had just taken a shower and turned back into a human body, walked over and sat down next to him, and praised him loudly.
Having just experienced a hearty slaughter, the young Night Elf was tired, but still unable to hide his excitement.
"Don't you rinse your mouth with water?
I saw that the orc you bit had its entrails thrown out and dragged all over the floor.
Diego asked deliberately, looking at the blood on the corner of the elf's mouth.
"Can you not mention this stubble?
I'm disgusted by you doing this," Masrae reproached, he tilted his head and retched a few times, "It's the first time I've done this, I haven't done it before, ...... vomit" “…… So mighty!
The Night Elf vomited a few more times, then pondered his words, and proudly, he took the jug from the hunter and rinsed his mouth, "But you have to agree, it's very pleasant and relieving, isn't it?"
” …… It was dark at night, and in a col about a few miles away from the Angry Fang camp, the two of them had set up a camp, and the view here was very good, and they could see the Angry Fang camp in the distance.
If a team of orcs came from the side of the Grimbaatar Fortress at night with torches, they could see it first.
The campfire was blazing, and two iron barrels of tender crocodile meat were set on it, exuding a strong aroma.
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The orc-bred crocodile was found in a sink in the orc camp today, and the druid bear pounced on it with a paw, and the dinner was born.
Diego sat silently by the campfire, watching the flames come out of his mind.
At the end of a tense and exciting day, this was the first time he had time to brush up his somewhat confused thoughts.
Before the crossing, although his parents were still there, the two elder brothers were also very filial and should be able to take care of the old man for him.
Even the girlfriend who has just been talking for half a year will definitely be very sad.
Although this girlfriend is not beautiful, her appearance can only be regarded as average, but she can be obedient to him, gentle as water, and the relationship between the two is very good, although it is not to the point of talking about marriage, but she suddenly disappeared now, what's the matter?
Diego was a little melancholy - no one can easily cut off the past and leave no thought behind.
"What year is it?"
He asked the Night Elves, who pointed to the back of his head, "You know, I can't remember some things here. ” "This year is the twenty-first year since the Dark Gate was opened, and just last year, we just had our final victory over the demons in Mount Hyjal!"
Masrae was proud, but in his heart he was frustrated that he had not been able to participate in this holy war.
Diego nodded, and he understood almost immediately what time it was.
He knew that the World of Warcraft game wouldn't be operational until four years later, twenty-five years after the Dark Gate opened.
This made him feel relieved.
He didn't know why he came to this world, and in the beginning, he was afraid that it was a vivid dream, and one day, he would suddenly wake up in this dream, and then, as usual, go to work, go home, sleep, and repeat his mediocre, boring life day after day.
Later, he wondered if his soul had been sucked into the World of Warcraft game, turned into a set of data like an NPC, and stored in a client or server.
If one day, the game stops operating, the server closes, and it will disappear with it, but now it seems that this fear can be dispelled - because at this time, World of Warcraft has not even started to operate, and his existence has nothing to do with the game.
He knew he might never have to worry about it again.
"Where are you going?"
Masrae Bearskin interrupted his thoughts and leaned over to ask.
Unlike the other restrained, elegant Night Elves, this hundred-year-old bear child looks more energetic and adventurous.
Diego thought about it for a moment.
From here, there are three paths, one is to head west to the port city of Minahir, where to take a boat to the elven city of Darnassus or the newly built human port of Theramore, another to the north to the human kingdom of Lordaeron, and the third to the south to the dwarven kingdom of Ironforge, or from there to take the subway to the human kingdom of Stormwind, further south.
"Listen to Darnassus is a good place, the city built on the World Tree Teddashir is picturesque, and the seasons are like ......spring," he asked tentatively.
"What's good there, except for the forest and the forest, and a bunch of old stubborns, who don't mean anything."
Masrae interrupted him impatiently, looking like he didn't want to go home.
"Well, then don't go there."
Diego crossed his mind, but he wouldn't choose Port Seramo either.
Because just this year, Admiral Daelyn Prodmore arrived on the continent of Kalimdor with a fleet and started a great war with the orc kingdom established by Thrall, and destroyed this newly established seaport city.
It's too dangerous – and while Diego Aznar desperately wants to be part of the majesty of the time, he knows he must be careful not to plunge headlong into the thorn bushes like a reckless boar.
It will take time for him to become familiar with and adapt to the world, especially before he becomes proficient in mastering his powers.
He didn't want to go north, because the kingdom of Lordaeron in the north had been destroyed, and in that ruins, the Banshee Sylvanas Windranger was leading the Forsaken in the battle to free the Lich King, and now, a land full of plagues and undead, it was not a good place to stay home.
Well, there is only one option left.
"I want to go to Stormwind in the south, I'm alone now, and I've forgotten everything about the past, maybe among my fellow citizens can help me get back to the past."
Diego made up a reason, said.
"Then I'll go too," the elf said without thinking, and it didn't matter where he went as long as he didn't return to Darnassus.
"Listen to the human girls over there are very enthusiastic."
He longed for it.
Diego was dumbfounded.
Under the cover of light and shadow from the flickering campfire, he quietly took a closer look at the Night Elves.
Unlike many fantasy handsome and miserable elves, the male night elves of Azeroth are not handsome, although their figures are also slender, and the one in front of them looks a head taller than Diego, who is more than one meter and eight, but their muscular, thick and powerful arms look completely in line with the appearance of a strong man rather than a handsome student, not to mention the long horse face, not only is it not handsome, but it even looks a little obscene, but this adds some affinity to them, After all, no man likes to stay with someone who is more handsome than himself - is it cool to be a green leaf?
For a long time, many players have been secretly speculating with malice, which is also an important reason why the handsome and dashing blood elves do not ally with humans, but join the tribe, after all, among those demons and monsters, the appearance of the blood elves is definitely outstanding and outstanding.
This is too psychological, at least to maintain a good mood every day, isn't it?
However, it is also good for male Night Elves to be ugly, as a minority group, the male Night Elves living in human society have not been knocked out of the stick, picked up pigs, and were directly caught by humans to be trained into rabbits or heads, and ugliness is one of the big reasons.
In this regard, the male blood elves are not good, they are too handsome, even to the point of killing both men and women.
Because of this, the blood elves are not only women, but also men, and the number of missing people every year is also high, and the regent Lotherma Theron has issued strict orders several times, and it is useless to torture and suppress slave catchers - no way, the market demand is too great!
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"Are you a gamer?"
Diego asked suddenly, he was in Chinese.
"What?
Is yours a troll?
The elf who was fiddling with the campfire looked up at him in surprise, "Although I know dwarven and dwarf languages a little, I have never heard of yours. ” "Oh, the Diaoyu Islands are ours!"
Diego continued in Chinese.
He wanted to make sure if he was in the game, or to see if the indigenous people of the world had come into contact with the player.
"What?"
The elf looked at him with some reproach, which was rude, because he didn't know the language before, was he showing off his language talent?
"Heavenly King Covers the Tiger!"
Diego looked at the elf with eager eyes, but to his disappointment, the latter looked at his eager eyes warily, and rubbed back a little disgustingly, moving farther away from him.
"Hey, man, listen," Masrae Bearskin said with a serious expression, looking very serious, "I don't discriminate against same-sex love, but I don't want this to happen to me." ” "Absolutely not!"
He waved his hand vigorously, emphasizing it categorically.
"Me neither," although he was happy to be sure that he was not in the game, Diego still felt a little crying and laughing, he decided that it was better to lie, the explanation was tantamount to a cover-up, and it would not work well at this time, "I was just asking, do druid spells have to be gifted or of a certain race to learn?"
” "Oh, this," Masrae looked at the hunter with a sudden realization, he smiled with relief, and thought carefully, "The druid profession has never had a talent method, and there is no limit to the race, the two races of minotaurs or elves are rich in druids, but their thoughts or lifestyles are more in line with the druid teachings, closer to nature.
My teacher has also treated me to more than one human who has studied druid spells with him, but they have all failed without exception, because this race is too impatient, too greedy, too unrestrained, and takes from nature without knowing how to reciprocate, and nature certainly does not give them their own powers. ” At this point, the druid bowed apologetically to the hunter and explained, "I'm not in you, Asnar, you're not like them, you're a good man, and you can't be expected to do better by elven standards." ” Diego, who was issued a good person card, smiled a little wryly, "too impatient, too greedy, no moderation, asking from nature and not knowing how to reciprocate", these problems are not a lot of themselves.
However, his drunkard does not mean to drink, and it is good that Masrae does not mistake himself for a.
As a hunter, he had no intention of working as a druid, although both classes were suitable for survival in the wilderness, and there was a great similarity.
This world doesn't follow the rules of DND, and before the crossing, he had never heard of that player successfully working part-time.
After crossing into this world, all his skills, whether life skills or combat skills, have been retained, in addition, some interesting knowledge has also been retained, such as language, Diego, who only took the English level 4 test before the crossing, is now a powerful language master, proficient in five languages: human, dwarven, elven, draenei, and dwarf, oh, strictly speaking, there are actually four - dwarf is not actually a separate language, it is the same as dwarven language, They are all branches or variants of Old Dwarven languages, just as Portuguese and Spanish are derived from Latin.
Because there was no system or character panel or anything, Diego didn't know what level his body was at, which made him a little depressed.
It is possible that a gnoll man could take him out if he goes out, but this is not very likely, after all, judging by the feeling he felt during the battle at Camp Angry Fang, he is not the kind of rookie who can be abused casually.
But no matter what, there is nothing wrong with everything.
In this world full of big names, it's better to be a low-key person. …… Note: Dark Gate Age: In commemoration of the tragic toll on Azeroth and Draenor, the Dark Gate was opened in the first year of the Dark Gate Age.
It is important for readers to note that this story takes place in the context of World of Warcraft and does not follow the DND rules.
Legend has it that Blizzard originally wanted to borrow the DND rules, but the war between them and the Wizards of the Coast destroyed this possibility, and Blizzard had to build his own Azeroth.
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