What I am going to tell you below is just the story of an ordinary and experienced adventurer.
He is a European Emperor adventurer. His name is not important, and no one may care about his story, but this has no impact on him.
At this moment, he just wanted to sit quietly on the edge of a small floating stone on the Nagrand grassland, in front of his simple cabin, and recall everything about him.
This European Emperor is now middle-aged, he is alone, and he just wants peace.
A few years ago, like all the adventurers around him, he resolutely stepped out of his hometown, carrying a yellow linen backpack with a small capacity, and started the adventure he had longed for.
He was born in Northshire Abbey, Elwynn Forest, where the days were Tranquility and peaceful.
European Emperor still clearly remembers that before leaving, the Sheriff specially commissioned him to hunt down the overpopulated forest wolves and those dirty and noisy Kobolds near the monastery.
At that time, he was full of fighting spirit and wanted to become strong and become a outstanding hero.
He held the extremely rough one-handed sword and the somewhat rusty standard shield in his hand, and perfectly completed the task assigned to him by the Sheriff.
Then he carried a letter of recommendation and left the hometown where he had lived for more than ten years without looking back.
His career as an adventurer officially started at Goldshire. He remembered that there were huge crowds of people and it was very lively.
He also watched with envy as a dwarf took on the bounty mission of hunting Hogger, King of the Gnolls with two beautiful and bubbling High Elves female rangers. In his eyes at the time, those three powerful adventurers were at the top that was unattainable.
European Emperor quickly cheered up and started to do some low-level bounties without any difficulty, slowly accumulating a batch of funds.
When I hold the small bag of ten gold coins in my hand, I feel a sense of accomplishment that I will never be able to achieve in the days to come.
European Emperor has met many adventurer friends. They are all ordinary adventurers at the bottom. What they can do is to stay together and work together to face this realistic world full of dangers.
They formed an ordinary group of adventurers, running around World of Azeroth, growing up hard but happily step by step.
European Emperor was very lucky. He took his friends across the ocean and came to Suramar City, where his strength reached a turning point.
Through countless tasks, European Emperor and his team quickly obtained a large amount of gold coins.
By contributing points, European Emperor got his first legendary piece of equipment, which was a breastplate.
His friends willingly gave up their points, and more than a dozen people in the entire team came up with a legend for him.
European Emperor didn't say anything. He buried his gratitude in his heart and continued to lead the team forward step by step.
When Undead Scourge swept Eastern Kingdoms, European Emperor resolutely led the team away from the Kalimdor Continent.
At this moment, they have already exchanged a shotgun for a cannon.
Not only is he equipped with Suramar equipment, but every brother and friend in the team has at least three or four legendary items that are extremely enviable to outsiders.
When others cast envious glances at him, or called him European Emperor who had incredible luck, he didn't bother to explain. Because he knows how he got to be what he is today.
In this way, European Emperor's team became prosperous in Eastern Kingdoms. He established his own Adventurer's Guild and managed this increasingly large group with a dozen old friends.
They bravely broke into Blackrock Mountain, attacked Blackwing Lair with the Alliance, drove away Black Dragon Prince Nefarian, and slayed the dragon.
They participated in the battle of Naxxramas and followed the coalition forces to defeat the terrifying Undead Scourge.
They experienced Alterac Valley's bloody battle and fiercely fought back Amani Trolls's crazy attack.
They had seen overwhelming swarms of insects in the Silithus desert, and witnessed the god-level war between Titan Divine Venerable and Old Gods.
They also stepped into the hot Molten Core and had a showdown with the furious Fire Elements.
During those days, some old guys died in the battle, and some were disabled, but this still couldn't stop them.
The life of an adventurer is always moving forward.
They crossed over Dark Portal and accepted new challenges again in the broken world of Outland.
But as time goes by, wrinkles appear at the corners of their eyes, and their strength begins to decline.
They found that the passion and fire in their hearts for the adventurer's career had slowly faded.
European Emperor looked at the old guys and brothers walking around him and made a major decision.
European Emperor's Adventurer's Guild has disbanded.
They have experienced too much, they have gained enough, and they have lost even more.
The disabled and aging old guys returned to their hometowns and started their new lives.
European Emperor did not go back. He bought a piece of floating gravel with only a few dozen square meters above the Nagrand grassland and built a small wooden house here.
Now that it's over from Outland, just stay here.
European Emperor took off his legendary armor and put his top-notch, unique one-handed sword and shield in the box under the bed.
He wants peaceful days.
Every night, he would sit on the edge of the gravel, watching the colorful and chaotic cosmic turbulence over the Nagrand grassland, and feeling the gentle breeze of Nagrand.
He thought again of his group of old surviving buddies.
The weak Priest girl married that wordy and annoying mage, and the two went to Elwynn Forest to run a small orchard.
The thief went to SI:7 and spent his retirement coaching newbies.
The hunter opened a very popular restaurant in Stormwind City Trade District.
The honest and upright knight returned to the Redridge Mountains's hometown and became an ordinary peace officer.
European Emperor was thinking about it, and suddenly burst into tears.
Maybe we are all old?
I want to pick up the shield again and break through the obstacles of reality.
I want to sail again, Endless Sea, piercing the haze like a herring gull.
I want to get caught in the Ashenvale rain again, deceiving myself that everything will not end too soon.
I want to stand shoulder to shoulder in Xueluo Cemetery again, laughing in the face of Fei Xue in the sky, declaring that I am a strong man who will never be defeated.
The years have left deep cuts on the body, and swallowing the bitterness cannot hide the unchanging passion in my heart.
But myself... And the group of guys who work together... I can't go back.
I can't go back to that era, but I can still remember my youth from afar.
This is the story of a European Emperor adventurer, a story of an adventurer who was defeated by time and stopped in the Outland world.
Every day, new adventurers step into this vast world, and every day, adventurers end their adventures.
Their era is over, and they exit the world stage holding on to their worn-out, once-splendid armor.
Maybe they will still pay attention to every major event of World of Azeroth.
But they can't go back.
Azeroth is old, or are we?
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