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“Bound to the iron will of the tyrant Lich King…” Elf Girl Sala had chosen the Forsaken led by Sylvanas. Before her was a huge, gloomy, and decayed forest. “The vast undead armies of the Scourge seek to eradicate all life on Azeroth. Led by the banshee Sylvanas Windrunner, a group of renegades broke away from the Scourge, and freed themselves of the Lich King’s domination. Known by some as the Forsaken, this group fights a constant battle not only to retain their freedom from the Scourge, but also to slaughter those who would hunt them as monsters…”

“I think this race… is awesome!” some elves murmured to themselves while watching the cinematics.

“For ten thousand years, the immortal night elves cultivated a druidic society within the shadowed recesses of Ashenvale Forest. Yet recently, the catastrophic invasion of the Burning Legion shattered the tranquility of their ancient civilization. Led by the Arch-Druid Malfurion Stormrage and the Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind, the mighty night elves rose to challenge the demonic onslaught. Though victorious…”

“The night elves were forced to sacrifice their cherished immortality and watch their beloved forests burn … As one of the few left in the world, it is your sworn duty to defend Darnassus and the wild children of nature against the Legion’s encroaching corruption…”

Elder Sewell and many other elves had chosen the night elf race, and they thought, “My goodness! The night elves are indeed a great race! We made the right decision of choosing it! Sala must be regretting her choice now!”

…

Meanwhile, the orcs were watching the opening cinematics of the game through the Spiritual Spell Visual Projection.

“Long ago, the orcish horde was corrupted by the Burning Legion and lured to the world of Azeroth. For generations, the orcs made war upon the human kingdoms of Stormwind and Lordaeron. Though the Horde was ultimately defeated, a visionary young warchief named Thrall rose to lead his people in their darkest hour. Under Thrall’s rule, the orcs freed themselves from the chains of demonic corruption and embraced their shamanistic heritage…”

“Based in the warrior city of Orgrimmar, they stand ready to destroy all who would challenge their supremacy!”

Looking at the huge orc city in Durotar Valley, a player yelled, “My goodness! I made the right choice! This is a huge mystical realm only a big workshop can produce. This orc looks weird, but…

“It’s compatible to the beliefs of our Orc Clan. Now, we need to defend Lordaeron…” Mr. Dirk stuck out his tongue. “No, defend Orgrimma?”

“This name is so difficult to remember… what Orgrimma… Lordaeron… The alchemists of the East Continent always like these weird names?”

“That’s embarrassing!”

“Orcs: we have a traitor among us!”

“…”

The audience from all over the world enthusiastically wrote down their comments on the magic letters.

Meanwhile, Mr. Dirk stretched his body in the game.

“You’ve finally grown up, Mr. Dirk.” Village Chief Kartuk walked up and sized up the new orc. “You can join the battle in the name of the Horde and fight for the glory of the Warchief!”

“Of course. I’ll kick out all the enemies who dare to challenge us orcs!” Mr. Dirk yelled without thinking and then froze. “Ugh? This mystical realm… is intriguing.”

Then, he glanced around and said, “So many people…! Guys, do you see them… Are they people from the East Continent? I’ll go and greet them… Of course, we might speak different languages.”

At this moment, there were many orc players in the Valley of Trials, and it was the same in the Deathknell.

The undead had high resistance against fear, sleep, and charms. When they concentrated, they were immune to most of these spells. This was their natural gift.

Regardless if they were in melee combat or ranged combat, it was deadly if the players were controlled by these spells. This gift enabled the undead to be competent for most classes.

In the Jiuhua City Shop, Nalan Mingxue controlled her little undead warrior to walk around in Deathknell.

“How come there are so many people here…?” Her companion Lan Yan had just come out of the graveyard. While looking around at the bustling mages, warriors, and undead rogues, she said, “I feel like there are more people than in Dungeon Fighter Online?”

“Everyone says that the undead are ugly, but there are so many people playing this race?!” They were dazed by the scene.

After walking out of the town, they saw tall evergreen trees and shrubs everywhere. In the dense Tirisfal Glades where no sunshine could penetrate inside, there were many zombies and skeletons as if it was a ghost town. The players were amazed that they were a part of them.

“It seems like we are a part of them.”

“But I don’t like the scenery here…” Suddenly, they saw two undead with pointy ears passing by.

The ears looked like those of an elf, but they were less pointy and shorter than those of night elves.

“Ugh…? These people…?” While rubbing her eyes, Lan Yan thought that she had seen it wrong. Immediately, she walked up and asked, “Excuse me, can we choose the elf race in the undead race? How did you choose the race…?”

“Ugh?” Sala was nonplussed. “We’re born as elves. We didn’t choose to be elves…”

After all, it was a feature that they were born with.

“Wait a second. Are you from the Elf Clan that the shop owner once mentioned?!” Nalan Mingxue froze.

“My goodness!”

“What elf?! We have elves here?!”

Immediately, many players from the old shops swarmed up.

“Are you people from… the East Continent?” Elf Girl Sala was amazed that she encountered people from a place hundreds of thousands of kilometers away.

“Do you want to join us and do quests together?” Nalan Mingxue sent an invitation.

“Can I…?”

“Of course!”

“Join the group! Join the group!” Sia quickly joined the group and went to kill mobs cheerfully.

Most elves had chosen warriors and mages. After spawning, they would watch some introductions about the undead, and they then got the quest to eliminate the brainless zombies outside Deathknell.

“Maybe they were once your peers or brothers, but they had fallen and are now slaves of the Lich King.”

Obviously, this was a process for the players to learn the history of the Forsaken.

…

At this moment, Elder Sewell put down her virtual reality headset and glanced over. “How are you doing, Little Sala? Do you want to join the night elves in the Alliance?”

“No way…” Sala was busy doing quests with her new teammates. “This Forsaken race is very powerful!”

“How can it be?” Elder Sewell said curiously, “I watched the cinematics. These savage members of the Horde were defeated in the previous war!”

“No! No! We, the Forsaken, were defeated because we were fighting both the Burning Legion and the slaves of the Lich King at the same time!” Sala refuted with the little knowledge that she just learned about the history of the Forsaken.

“Impossible! We, the night elves, defeated the Burning Legion before!”

“Oh! We also have to deal with something called the Scourge Army…” Sala was still confused with all these legions and armies which sounded quite powerful. “They are people who escaped from the evil Lich King. They were once defeated but will rally in the future! This is a great race with a strong will!”

“Hiss-! What’s going on?” Elder Sewell was baffled as she thought, Aren’t we, the night elves, the greatest race? After all, it was what the opening cinematic had said.

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