
Reminiscing About the Glorious Past of World of Warcraft
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\"World of Warcraft, I once dedicated the most gorgeous youthful years of my life to it. I once picked up a sword and shield and shouted "I am MT" and charged at the front. I once silently made bags of water and bread and distributed them to friends and strangers. I once turned into an angel. Healing and then watching his comrades fall helplessly one by one. How many times have we not returned to the Northshire Valley? How many people have never returned to Deathstroke Town? The wind and snow in Dun Morogh are still flying, and the fragrance of flowers in Mulgore is still filled. But who still remembers Pamela who was always looking for her doll in the Eastern Plaguelands? Who still remembers the Serilion White Claw who was determined to wait for thousands of years by the sea? Looking back on the glorious past, who can still be prosperous and prosperous as a scholar? In today's time, who can still inspire the world? I would like to dedicate this article to those students who have left World of Warcraft and those friends who have not been exposed to World of Warcraft.
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