.

The third time, during the war against the undead, was even worse. That complete idiot Garithos had framed his allies at such a dangerous juncture, as though he had too many forces at his disposal. Dalaran was no better, actually imprisoning Prince Kael and putting him on trial.

Still, the Alliance crowd really did have incredible luck. That was no exaggeration. Whenever things reached a critical point, they could turn the tide through luck. The Orcish Horde was far less fortunate, almost the exact opposite: whenever a critical moment arrived, a rebellion, a traitor, or someone willing to guide the enemy in would turn up.

No wonder the great Gu Long had counted luck among the seven most powerful weapons. Yu Lin Bloodhawk had to admit that luck really was one of the most powerful weapons, and the Alliance had always wielded it.

No wonder the Orcs always lost against the Alliance. No wonder Orgrimmar had practically become a public toilet, with anyone free to come and go. What could they do when their opponent kept stumbling into absurdly good luck?

Yu Lin Bloodhawk felt that the Alliance's luck-based golden finger was far more overpowered than his own despised and resented one. Against the Orcs in particular, it was practically the biggest bug of all.

Yet when he had transmigrated here, he had brought along a golden finger so lousy it could not possibly have been worse. He had always wished it would disappear sooner. Now, although it had not disappeared, he no longer cared.

After he absorbed the power within the Dragon Soul, its immense energy had helped Yu Lin Bloodhawk break through the restrictions his golden finger imposed on him. His misfortune had turned into a blessing: not only had he been freed, but he could now learn