Chapter 681: Who Is the Greatest Race

"Under the iron rule of the Lich King..." The elven maiden Thera had clearly chosen the Forsaken under Sylvanas's leadership. Before her eyes stretched a massive, dark, and corrupted forest. "The armies of the Undead Scourge madly destroyed all life in the world of Azeroth. Under the leadership of 'Sylvanas Windrunner,' a small faction of the undead broke free from the control of the Scourge and the Lich King... They came to be known as 'The Forsaken.' While fighting against the Undead Scourge, they must also battle all who look upon them as monsters..."

"This race feels... so incredible!" several elves muttered to themselves as they watched.

"For ten thousand years, the immortal Night Elves established a druidic society within Ashenvale. The invasion of the Burning Legion disrupted this once-peaceful civilization. Led by the Archdruid Malfurion Stormrage and the High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind, the Night Elves bravely stood against the powerful demons and ultimately emerged victorious.

However, the Night Elves were forced to sacrifice their immortality and watch their beloved forests burn... As one of the few remaining Night Elves in the world, you must defend Darnassus and strive to rid it of the Burning Legion's corruption..."

Elder Xiwei, along with quite a few other elves, had chosen the Night Elves: "My goodness, the Night Elves truly are a great race! It seems our choice was absolutely right. That little girl Thera must be regretting it by now!"

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Over on the other side, the orcs were still running their spell projections to watch the opening cinematic.

"Long ago, the orcs were manipulated by the Burning Legion into invading the world of Azeroth. For decades, the orcs clashed continuously with the human kingdoms of Stormwind and Lordaeron. Although the Horde was defeated in those previous wars, the visionary Warchief Thrall assumed the responsibility of leading his people during their darkest hour. They broke free from the demons' curse and temptation..."

"They built a massive city named Orgrimmar, ready at any moment to destroy any enemy bold enough to challenge them!"

Looking at the massive orcish city nestled in the valleys of Durotar before him: "Heavens! This is a total steal. This is absolutely a masterpiece on the level of a large-scale Mystic Realm Workshop. And though these orcs look a bit strange, still..."

"It really fits the convictions of our orc race. Next, we are supposed to protect this Lordaeron..." Mr. De subconsciously bit his tongue. "No, protect this Orgrimmar, right?"

"This name is way too hard to remember... What Orgrimmar... Lordaeron... Is this how the alchemists of the Eastern Continent always name things?"

"How embarrassing!"

"Protecting Lordaeron sounds decent enough."

"Orcs: A traitor has appeared among us!"

"..."

A frenzy of comments from various regions broke out across the audience's magic missives.

Meanwhile, Mr. De stretched his body within the game.

"Have you finally grown up, Mr. De?" At that moment, Village Chief Kaltunk walked over, sizing up the newly arrived orc. "You may now join the fight in the name of the Horde. Fight for the honor of the Warchief!"

"Of course, I will drive out anyone who dares challenge us orcs!" Mr. De shouted instinctively, then froze for a moment. "Huh? This mystic realm... feels incredibly immersive?"

He then glanced to his left and right: "There are so many people...! Do you see this, everyone? Are these all people from the Eastern Continent around me? Let me go greet them... though I feel like there might be a language barrier."

At this time, a massive number of orc players could be seen bustling about throughout the entire Valley of Trials, and the same was true over in Deathknell.

The undead possessed a powerful resistance to fear, sleep, and charm. If they concentrated, they could become immune to most spells of this nature, which was their racial talent.

Whether in melee or ranged combat, being controlled by these spells was never a good sign, so the undead's resistance made them highly viable for most classes.

Inside the Jiuhua City shop, Nalan Mingxue was currently controlling her little undead warrior, hopping around in Deathknell.

"Why are there so many people...?" Lan Yan, who was with her, had just walked out of the graveyard, looking at the undead mages, warriors, and rogues walking to and fro. "...Why does it feel like there are even more people than back during 'Dungeon & Fighter'?"

"Didn't everyone say the undead were ugly?! How are there so many people playing them?!" She was completely dazed.

Stepping out of the town, one could see Tirisfal Glades, where tall trees of various kinds stood everywhere and barely any sunlight could filter through. It was filled with zombies and skeletons walking past, resembling a ghost town teeming with apparitions everywhere. But what felt even more astonishing was that one was actually a part of them.

"...It feels like I've blended right in."

"But the scenery here doesn't look very nice..." Suddenly, two undead with pointed ears were seen passing by nearby.

They looked like elven ears, but not quite as pointed or as long as those of the Night Elves.

"Huh...? These people...?" Lan Yan rubbed her eyes, thinking she had seen wrong, and hurriedly stepped forward. "Excuse me, can the undead also choose the elf race? How do you select this race...?"

"Ah?" Thera was completely bewildered. "We were born as elves, what do you mean how do we select it...?"

This kind of racial talent wasn't something that could be learned.

"Could you actually be... the Elven race the boss mentioned?!" Nalan Mingxue suddenly froze.

"My goodness?!"

"What elves?! There are elves here?!"

A crowd of players from the old shop instantly swarmed over to watch.

"Are you all... Eastern... Eastern Continent people?" The elven maiden Thera was also dumbfounded. Didn't that mean... the other party's location was more than a hundred thousand miles away from her?

"Want to form a party and do quests together?" Nalan Mingxue casually sent a party invite.

"Is that okay...?"

"Of course you can!"

"Join the party, join the party!" They quickly grouped up, and then set off to enthusiastically kill monsters.

The elves had mostly chosen warriors and mages. After being born, there would be an introduction concerning the undead, followed by a quest to eliminate the mindless zombies outside Deathknell.

"Perhaps they were once your compatriots or brothers, but now they have been reduced to slaves of the Lich King."

For the players, this was clearly a process of understanding the Forsaken.

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At this time, Elder Xiwei took off her virtual headset and looked over: "How is it? Little Thera, don't you think the Horde is not all that great? Are you planning to join the Night Elves of the Alliance?"

"How could that be...?" Thera was currently having a blast doing quests with a group of companions. "These Forsaken are very powerful!"

"How are they powerful?" Elder Xiwei asked curiously. "I watched it all, these savage Horde people even lost the previous war!"

"No, no, no! We Forsaken also have to resist the Burning Legion and fight against these slaves of the Lich King. We only lost because we were attacked from both sides!" Thera countered using a bit of the history of the Forsaken she had just learned.

"How is that possible! Our Night Elves drove back the Burning Legion before!"

"Oh right, we also have to deal with some Scourge army..." Thera couldn't really tell all these different legions and armies apart anyway, but it sounded very impressive. "These are all people who escaped from the clutches of the evil Lich King. Even though they were defeated before, things will definitely get better in the future! This is a great race with an unyielding will, okay!"

"Sigh—? What's going on?" Elder Xiwei was completely bewildered. Weren't our Night Elves supposed to be the greatest race... It was stated very clearly in the opening cinematic...

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