Signing into World of Warcraft: This Elf Is a Bit Wild

[World of Warcraft emotional fandom + hardcore technology crushing cool articles + sign-in system flow] Who still remembers the bloody setting sun in Tirisfal Glades? Who is still upset about Sylvanas's fall? Traveling across Azeroth, I became an upper elf noble who was about to die under the sword of Arthas on the eve of the Third War. On the verge of death, the universal military base sign-in system awakens - you will receive rewards as soon as you occupy the land. There are no bells and whistles, only the absolute hegemony of steel and artillery fire. When the orc wolf cavalry broke through the city gate, and others were still summoning water elements to barely defend, my 99A main battle tank roared into the world, the 125mm cannon fired, and the men and wolves were turned into ashes; the natural disaster swept through Lordaeron, and the cold air of Frostmourne had not spread yet. Three thousand full-level death knights riding magic-modified Harleys had crushed the undead phalanx. The city walls of Orgrimmar could not stop the rocket launchers, and the gryphons of Stormwind City were no match for the sharpness of the electromagnetic missiles. The moment Archimonde climbed the world tree, the main gun of the Skyrim ship had locked onto the demigod's body. Conflict between the Alliance and Tribes? They are nothing but native chickens and tile dogs. Invasion of the Burning Legion? It's just dust under the gunfire. From the ruins of Lordaeron to the Twisting Nether, from the Iron Torrent to Starfleet, I use technology to flatten all regrets. When Sargeras split the planet with his sword, and when the Lord of the Void came, I realized that the ultimate reward for my sign-in was enough to rewrite all the fate of Azeroth!