"Aaron, get that guest a bottle of Southshore liquor." The innkeeper greeted the guest in front of him with a diligent look, and also asked the waiter in his store to bring the wine. Listening to the innkeeper's rude shout, the guest frowned, but didn't say much.
"Hey, here we come." A black-haired boy who looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old came out of the kitchen quickly, glanced behind the counter, pulled out a bottle of wine in a glass bottle, and took it over in a hurry.
"Okay, it's none of your business, go ahead and wash the dishes." The innkeeper took the liquor and waved to the boy, then looked at the guests who had already sat down with a smile on his face and said, "Guest, you see, this is our Hillsbrad most famous Southshore liquor. It is not easy for our small place to get a large barrel of it every month. You are in for a treat today."
Listening to the boss's familiar words of introduction, Aaron couldn't help but want to show a narrow smile. The boss was right. Only one large barrel of this Hasic spirit arrived in the whole town every month. However, this was not because the wine was popular, but purely because it could not be sold. Southshore's spirit was as its name suggests, one word, strong.
Judging from what Aaron has seen in the past two days, the boss said this word more than a dozen times and sold one cup. I don't know what the boss was thinking. Looking at the customer's watch, I guess the boss still won't be able to sell it today... Wait a minute, isn't something wrong with this customer?
The shoulder-length white hair is rare but not too strange, but the long ears and eyebrows that stand like sharp blades, this is... an elf? This is definitely an elf, right?!
Aaron looked at the female elf in front of him with excitement, but did not notice that the elf had already revealed a nervous expression with undisguised disgust. It seemed that the female elf was very disgusted with Aaron's gaze.
Seeing this, the hotel owner hurriedly drove Aaron away. "Aaron, why don't you go wash the dishes quickly? Don't you want today's bread?"
Aaron only then reacted to the surprise of seeing this elf for the first time, and hurriedly returned to the kitchen to continue the unfinished dishes, but he was still muttering, "I thought there were only humans in this world, but I didn't expect that there are elves, and this looks familiar, could it be..."
Thinking of this, Aaron hurriedly looked back at the boss and asked, "Boss, which two countries are to the north of us?"
"Alterac and Dalaran, what's wrong?" The hotel owner looked at Aaron suspiciously, "I told you the day before yesterday, right?"
"Alterac, Dalaran... yes, Dalaran hasn't moved out yet." Aaron muttered repeatedly, and then said, "Then we belong to Lordaeron, right?"
"Why is your accent so weird? But it sounds right to me." The hotel owner nodded, looking at Aaron's crazy look, and couldn't help but asked with concern, "Aaron, are you okay?"
"No problem, of course no problem." Aaron waved his hand, and then walked back to the kitchen, still mumbling. "I knew it, I should have known it earlier, Lordaeron, didn't the pronunciation change a little? Why didn't I hear it?"
After Aaron left, the hotel owner hurriedly explained to the noble and rare female elf, "This guest, this child seems to have suffered a Orcs at home, and his brain is a little abnormal. Don't worry about it."
On the other side, the boy named Aaron didn't stop when he returned to the kitchen. He was still muttering something. The chef who was resting aside glanced at him and asked curiously, "Aaron, what happened to you outside just now? Are you so happy?"
"Ah? Am I happy? I should indeed be happy. I finally know where I am. Of course I should be happy." Aaron still looked distracted, but the smile on his face still did not dissipate. The cook was always worried whether the child would drop the plate because of this state. But Aaron didn't have any problems in the end, but his mental state was maintained. When the cook started working the next day, he found Aaron looking listless, and was shocked. "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing, I was too excited last night and couldn't fall asleep." Aaron waved his hand, then walked to the cook to start helping.
"It's just that High Elf is here. You're too excited, silly boy. Don't think too much. He's from a different world than you." The cook seemed to have learned the news about an elf coming to the hotel from others. He probably thought that the reason why Aaron was so excited was because of that beautiful elf. Young people always dream.
"Hey, it's not because of that... forget it, just think what you want." Aaron waved his hand half-heartedly, and then asked, "What is that person here for?"
"You still say no? When I came in just now, I saw her waiting outside. She seemed to be waiting for someone."
"Waiting for someone? Oh, just wait for someone." Aaron responded casually.
"Why, don't you want to take a closer look?"
"What's there to see?" Aaron curled his lips and said to himself: I've been watching it for so many years, but it's just Blood Elf whose eyes haven't turned green yet. My Horde account is all Blood Elf, did you know?
At this time, Aaron still didn't understand anything. He thought he was thrown into any ordinary medieval world, but now he confirmed that he was thrown into the troubled fantasy world Azeroth.
Regarding how dangerous the world of Azeroth is, the most intuitive point is that since the online game "World of Warcraft" with Azeroth as the main stage was launched, basically every expansion pack will have at least one, two, as many as four or five times of annihilation crisis. The most frightening thing is that according to the official statement, the corresponding time of each expansion pack in the game is basically only one year.
In other words, the end of the world in Azeroth basically breaks out once a season. Although these crises will eventually be resolved by players and NPCs, the mere prelude to these crises is already very dangerous.
Now that he has confirmed the world he is in, Aaron understands that before he can find a way to return home, the most important thing he should do is to confirm what era it is now, and then see if there is any chance to avoid dangers that are fatal to ordinary people.
However, Aaron still knows very well in his heart that in this turbulent and restless world, where is the safe place? Moreover, in this world, Aaron, who is completely mortal, where can he hide if he wants to hide? How far can he run with just his legs?
But after all, you can still find some comfort in your heart. Aaron said this to himself, calmed down the complicated thoughts in his head for a while, looked at the cook aside and asked, "By the way, Nosh, what year is this year?"
"What year?" Nosh Chef frowned and replied casually, "I don't know what year it is. That is something that astrologers and noble gentlemen should be concerned about."
"I knew it. It would be useless to ask." Aaron curled his lips and said nothing more, but judging from his mental state, it was obvious that he was still a little distracted.
Nosh, who was over middle-aged, showed a clear and ambiguous smile and said, "Oh, Aaron, if you want to see it, just sneak out and see it. There is nothing to do in the morning, and the boss won't care."
"I told you I'm not... forget it, I'll go see the head office." Aaron shook his head, washed his hands hastily and left the kitchen.
Although he said that he was not interested in it, to be honest, a living High Elf was still very attractive to him. After all, there was still a big difference between a real person and a game model.
After walking out of the hotel door, the first thing Aaron noticed was not the white-haired High Elf he had seen yesterday, but a beautiful chestnut brown pony tied at the door of the hotel. Judging from the shiny fur of the horse, it was clear that it was carefully taken care of by its owner.
The most eye-catching thing about that horse is the two not-so-long brown sharp horns growing out of its head. If Aaron guessed correctly, these should be Thalassian Horse.
Aaron couldn't help but curled his lips and muttered in a low voice, "Isn't it just a Thalassian Horse? I also collected hundreds of mounts at the beginning, but it's a pity... none of them can be used now, alas!"
At the end of the sentence, Aaron couldn't help but sigh. He also understood that no matter how much he said he wanted to express that he didn't care, in the end it could only mean that he really cared.
After looking at the horse, Aaron's eyes naturally turned towards the owner of the horse. It seemed that the elf was indeed waiting for someone, and there was a high probability that he had been let go. Looking at the restless face of the elf, Aaron made this judgment.
If you look closely, you can see that this elf is very tall compared to the ordinary humans Aaron has seen in the past few days. She is wearing a leaf-green shirt and shorts. The shirt is covered with a sturdy armor, which highlights her slender but not too skinny figure. She wears a wood-colored cloak on her back, knee-high leather boots on her feet, and elbow-length hands on her arms.
Even judging from the aesthetics of Aaron, which has been bombarded by modern photo editing technology for a long time, the elf in front of her can be regarded as a beauty.
And unlike the rough models in games that Aaron is familiar with, this one is high-definition and can move!
"Who is this? Lordaeron still exists. Speaking of Dalaran, there is no mention of being destroyed. That means that it is not yet time for Arthas to take Scourge to sweep across Eastern Kingdoms."
Aaron is looking at the elf on the surface, but various thoughts are going through his mind. "I remember the boss said that Orcs has not been driven away yet, which means that we are still fighting the second war? But judging from the boss's attitude, it seems that those Orcs should be solved soon. In other words, should there be still more than ten years of peace and quiet? That's not bad."
At this point, all readers have probably understood that Aaron is a time traveler. He is currently in the game world, and he unfortunately does not even have a decent golden finger.
Regarding Aaron's time travel, we have to start from the beginning: It was an ordinary summer night. Aaron had just finished a busy day of work, turned on the computer, entered the game, and planned to relax.
As a busy office worker, Aaron hates the guilds that have to clock in on time in the game or the endless grinding and grinding, but since he has chosen the liver-nourishing leisure gameplay, Aaron has to find some new fun for himself.
For Aaron, apart from occasionally practicing as an alt account, the greatest pleasure is to drive a large account to crush those old versions of copies and gain mounts.
After get off work that day, he was having a weekly date with Icecrown Citadel and Arthas. As a very popular boss in the game, Aaron still wanted the mount Aaron that Arthas dropped.
However, after it was confirmed that this week's Invincible was hacked by Tirion·Tirion Fordring, Aaron became a little less interested.
After confirming that all the old versions of the raids that required removing mounts were completed this week, Aaron turned off the lights and went up, casually opened a video from one of the largest fan platforms on his mobile phone, and fell asleep before the video was finished.
However, when he woke up, he found that he was lying in the wilderness. The slightly cold air in the morning made him uncomfortable. He instinctively wanted to wrap up tightly in the quilt, but failed.
"What's going on? I forgot to turn off the air conditioner last night?" Aaron stood up holding his shoulders, wearing only a pair of shorts, shivering in the cold wind.
Aaron, who didn't understand what was going on, finally found a similar settlement. Fortunately, for some reason unknown to him, Aaron could understand the language of these local residents. After several unsuccessful negotiations, Aaron finally found a job in the hotel as a busboy and exchanged bread, and finally settled down.
Aaron didn't know what to say about this confusing time travel. He just thanked Blackhand behind the scenes for not only giving him a gift of knowing the local language, but also helping him adjust his physical condition to that of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old. Otherwise, with his original body that often stayed up late and didn't pay attention to his health, the cold wind that morning would have given him a cold for several days.
When he first came into contact with the locals, Aaron thought he was in some ordinary medieval period. After all, the scenes in reality must be different from what he saw in the game. In addition, the place names he was familiar with were all in Chinese. When he heard the place names that should be familiar to him from these locals, he couldn't react at all.
If he hadn't suddenly seen a High Elf, I'm afraid Aaron wouldn't have thought in the direction of Azeroth. Who made him fall into a fixed mindset in the first place?
However, Aaron, whose mind was racing at the moment, didn't notice that the female elf had noticed him a long time ago and was already walking towards him. It seemed that she finally couldn't stand his unabashed gaze.
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