A hazy glow flickered continuously, rippling like water. Waves rolled outward in every direction, one after another. An arm reached out of the purple vortex, followed by a body, then a head. The handsome, blond-haired man was none other than Ulysses.
The first to emerge from the Portal, Ulysses glanced around, then stepped out of the way and carefully examined the surrounding terrain before taking a parchment map from inside his clothes.
The map was meticulously drawn, with numerous markers and finely rendered lines.
Several large words stretched across it: Eastern Plaguelands.
It was a map of the Eastern Plaguelands, with the terrain and rivers accurately marked.
By Azeroth's standards, producing such an exquisite map should have been impossible. Naturally, this was all Rex's work. This world was not very different from the game world of his previous life, save for certain details. The terrain, for example, had expanded many times over, turning a small lake into a vast expanse of water.
Enlarge a map from his previous life twentyfold, and it became a map of this world.
That was why Rex had long since drawn every map he knew from memory, stroke by stroke. To ensure their accuracy, he had even made a point of learning to draw, all to avoid making mistakes.
By now, Rex had released quite a few maps, including those of the Eastern Plaguelands, Western Plaguelands, Tirisfal Glades, and Hillsbrad Foothills. Even back then, however, he had held something in reserve rather than publishing every map he possessed.
Maps that had been worthless in his previous life now held a value ordinary people could scarcely imagine.
Take undeveloped regions such as Stranglethorn Vale in the Eastern Kingdoms. Though it was Troll territory, the Trolls were far from united. They were divided into numerous clans, such