Lu Ming, a 36-year-old veteran otaku, went dark after playing World of Warcraft for 48 hours and traveled to the real Azeroth.
Looking at the game UI interface floating in front of him, he fell into deep thought:
The elite monsters have skill warnings marked on their heads, and the resource points on the mini-map are shining brightly. Downloading the dungeon is as familiar as returning to your own home.
While the indigenous warriors were practicing their combat skills, he relied on the "system prompts" to move coquettishly;
While the noble mages were breaking their heads over an enchantment blueprint, he pulled out the graduation equipment design from his bag;
Even the feared Lich King, in his eyes, is just a dungeon BOSS that needs to be dealt with according to the strategy.
"Wait!" The rescued paladin girl grabbed the corner of his clothes, "Why were you able to predict Deathwing's breath just now?"
Lu Ming looked at the menacing night elf sentry in front of him, the eyeing blood elf magister, and the dwarf teammates behind him who were waiting for him to start a group, and he helplessly spread his hands:
"I said that I actually came to Azeroth for vacation. Do you believe me?"
