Chapter 708: Whispers of the Evil God

If one were to explain it, the sheer volume of information that the entire world of Warcraft presented to its players was remarkably vast and intricate, yet its underlying theme was not at all difficult to grasp.

At this juncture, many players had clearly gained a preliminary understanding of the world and its series of unfolding events:

Upon the arid soil of Durotar, the Horde, led by Thrall, had pitched their camps and continued to expand the scale of their military; following the events of the official novel, Rise of the Horde, they invited the Forsaken to join the ranks of the Orcs, Tauren, and Trolls.

On the other side, the Alliance, spearheaded by the human kingdom of Stormwind, had also begun to unite various races, including the Elves and the Dwarves.

Across a land where hidden conspiracies gradually spread, crises left behind from ancient times or recent history still lingered, threatening the safety of both Alliance and Horde.

Yet it was glaringly obvious that with the Burning Legion having retreated, their greatest enemy was each other.

In Southshore, a town heavily guarded by throngs of Alliance soldiers, every player suddenly received a piercing, discordant notification sound: "Southshore is under attack!"

"Southshore is under attack!"

"What is going on?!"

"What happened?!"

There were immense numbers of Alliance players doing quests in Southshore; a band of them, such as the mercenary Crat and his mercenary company, happened to be working on their quests right here.

The mercenaries' gaming hours were not yet that stable, and though Crat, as a mercenary, had not reached level forty-odd like some of the top-tier players, he was already in his thirties; of course, the several pieces of blue equipment from the Scarlet Monastery equipped on his body were exceptionally eye-catching: "How annoying, I haven't run into any Horde out in the wilds today. Thinking back to yesterday, I managed six or seven consecutive honorable kills; these short-sighted little thieves actually dare to ambush this grand master."

"I even killed one over level forty yesterday," the female mage Lily, who was well-acquainted with him and also among the very first batch of customers at the new shop, said with a face full of pride. "These Horde people are so weak!"

"Look over there, what is that!" a rogue beside them suddenly pointed outside Southshore.

They saw a dense, black mass of Horde rushing in all at once, like ferocious tigers released from their cages.

A crowd of semi-novices around level thirty, who were currently turning in and accepting quests, had not even time to react...

Charge!

Shadow Bolt!

Lightning Bolt!

Backstab!

"..."

All collapsed to the ground.

"What was that?!"

"Heavens! So many Horde..."

In an instant, as if without any warning whatsoever, the entirety of Southshore became an ocean of magic and the flashing gleam of swords and blades.

"Slaughter them! Slaughter them all! Today, smash the heads of these Alliance dogs for me!" Very soon, only a ground covered in Alliance corpses remained in Southshore, and quite a few Undead, Tauren, and Orcs could be seen dancing upon the bodies, bursting with smug arrogance.

"Hahahahaha! This deity killed more than a dozen!"

"I feel like my military rank is about to level up immediately!" Inside the Half City shop, a mass of black cloud floated in mid-air, also wearing a virtual headset, letting out a burst of wild laughter.

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"A novice can't even do quests anymore QAQ." A certain large white deer was still playing an Alliance alt, having rolled a Druid, playing very happily along the way by turning into a cat and a bear; she had not expected that the moment she logged on today, spells would come crashing down upon her head, leaving her lying on the ground with tearful eyes. "Are there any high-level players to come help? There are so many Horde here!"

Received a party invitation from Evan.

Received a party invitation from the Greatsword Crat.

Received...

"I'm going to call the brothers from the Mercenary Guild over!"

"To actually dare bully the newcomers of our Alliance, have they no shame?!"

Calling up the faction chat channel of the game interface: "Brothers! The Horde actually dare to slaughter our Southshore and slaughter newcomers, can we tolerate this?! Any brothers with a bit of blood in them, join the group! Drive these pieces of trash out!"

Selling my body to play WoW requested to join the party.

The Lich has put on makeup requested to join the party.

...requested to join the party.

In an instant, party requests flooded the screen.

World of Warcraft was different from Legend; from the racial introductions upon entering the game to the class declarations, and down to every little detail belonging to each race's faction, they could even rely on various existing profession skills like gathering within the game to earn gold coins to sustain their game time card fees; this was like another continent where they lived.

Yes, living here, and even performing alchemy, opening shops, cooking, manufacturing engineering contraptions and various other gadgets here; most of what one wished to do was readily available, rather than being limited merely to combat.

Because of this, their sense of immersion and honor was also exceptionally strong; for instance, when Paladins took their oath, they once promised to use the sword and shield in their hands to protect the weak, so how could they sit idly by at a time like this?

Like the Druids, who had once promised the forests they loved most: fangs and claws shall roar and shatter all obstacles, and perhaps after a number of years, I too shall be able to return here once more, snuggling against the Tree of Life, enjoying eternal tranquility.

Facing the invasion of their greatest enemy, the Horde, at this moment, could they shrink back?

Therefore, even though many players did not belong to the same guild as they did in Legend, they spontaneously organized themselves, filled with righteous indignation.

They could weave themselves into a single rope voluntarily, without even needing the constraint of any higher authority.

It was as though this was a duty and honor that belonged to them.

"Brothers of the Alliance, join the group for the Southshore counter-invasion!" A roar resounded, as if penetrating the entire faction.

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On this continent, humanity's reverence for the gods was more of a dread, a dread of that completely unknown, immense power that reigned above all species.

That innate fear held by the lower beings toward the higher beings, coupled with the anxiety toward the unknown, seemed as though it were engraved into their very bones.

This was not something that could be altered in a single day or night.

...

Distinct from the clamor within World of Warcraft, there still remained tranquil places inside the entire shop.

Those mentioned above did not comprise everyone either, just like Elder Cywi; the peace-loving Elf never looked at any faction chat channel.

At this time, she was still searching for useful mineral veins within the Duskwood, though as an Elven elder, she did not lack magic crystals.

However, gold coins were currently completely in short supply with nowhere to buy them, and sometimes she truly had no choice but to do it herself.

Just then, she suddenly noticed a message pop up from that Penguin communication tool she had just opened in the bottom right corner.

"The Avengers trailer? What on earth is this?!" Elder Cywi froze for a moment.

She casually opened it to take a look.

"Humans were born... to be ruled..." Amidst a cluster of skyscrapers with a starkly different architectural style before her eyes, the setting sun was as red as blood, sounding in her ears like the low whisper of an evil god.

The system version of the movie had clearly replicated every aspect perfectly; the sound was so, let alone the power.

A terrifying force swept across the entire city; buildings collapsed, and the dense throngs of vehicles driving upon the streets were all turned into an ocean of fire.

"Ah!?" Elder Cywi almost jumped right out of her seat as if her backside had been set on fire.

"What kind of thing is this?!"

"Eh, Elder... what are you watching?" Several Elves nearby looked over.

"It seems..." Elder Cywi soothed her mind a little, "it seems to say that some evil god wants to invade something called Earth, and then some people are organized to resist..."

"Huh? There are even evil gods?! Can humans actually fight against gods?!" another Elf exclaimed in astonishment.

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