Azeroth Trail of Light

Love and Family-Wedge · The Old Man on

Dim and silent, even the air exudes a somewhat uncomfortable musty smell.

It is certain that it is not the smell of moldy food…In this place full of war and fighting, no piece of food will be placed to the degree of moldy. Here, food and drinking water are always the most precious things.

The sky in the distance is a darkness without light. This is the inherent color of this land. It is said that the sun has never risen since it was slaughtered by the resurrected undead five years ago.

In Dalaran, the city of wizards, I heard the gray-robed wizards who talked about the gods and gods. They said it was because the great lich Kel’Thuzad personally imposed a curse on this land. Any hope and vitality would stay away from here. , The flower of purity will never bloom in the land of sin. I have understood this since I was born.

I still remember the scenery of my hometown, the beautiful, lazy Black Sea shore where people want to sleep with singing, and the lights of Darnassus. Although there is a long night of ignorance, as a night elf, I like The night there, that is quiet, that is harmony, that is the dream home of all the elves.

Instead of here, the dark night here will only make me feel a burst of fear flowing in my bone marrow.

Although as a stalker walking in the dark, I should not be afraid.

Our business is always not so formal in the eyes of ordinary people. Most people associate us with thieves and robbers, but only those in the dark know the meaning of our existence.

Where there is light, there will inevitably be darkness. Paladins and warriors, as well as priests and wizards, walk in the light. They spread hope and beauty. Those sordidness in the darkness must be eliminated by us.

Of course, I prefer you to call me Ranger or Rogue, even though I am not interested in taking the rich and helping the poor.

If I had the right to choose, I would never take the initiative to come to the Eastern Plaguelands. As I said, there is no hope here. No one wants to come here, but I still have to do what I should do. Maybe I should pretend to be A pocket full of gold coins fell on the fat businessman’s face to protest that he had let me come to this ghost place.

But to be honest, judging by those cute gold coins, there are some risks, you still have to take a risk, anyway, you just send a letter to the left and right, where is the danger no matter how dangerous it is?

Speaking of it, I think it’s time for me to return to my hometown. In the past 5 years, I have fought against tall orcs and daggers against cunning trolls in the dark. That battle left a scar on my face. , And my opponent lost his life.

Generally speaking, I have made money, but who does not desire a stable life? It’s enough to make money anyway.

My instructor always tells me that cranky thinking is not a good thing. You have to be focused enough to avoid the blade that crosses your neck and get a life in your life-and-death battle. But now it’s not fighting, so just let it go. Let me think about it.

Think about the good things to pass the hard time walking in the disgusting plague land.

I raised my head boredly, and scanned the unchanging landscape, the dark sky, the front of the haze, the stinking river, wait, who is the old man by the river?

Why did he appear in the ghost place of Eastern Plaguelands?

I remember that 4 years ago, the Alliance officials had sent the living humans in the Eastern Plaguelands to the southern part of the mainland. Now, besides the soldiers, there are only the undead, right?

Huh… the old man seems to have seen me, forget it, let’s go and take a look, maybe he needs help?

I put away the dagger in my hand and faced a gray-haired old man. I didn’t need this thing. I looked at the chaotic river flowing next to it, which was about to dry up.

The Sordo River, once the source of life in this land, has now become a source of stinking plague and poisonous water.

It’s really disappointing.