His name is Marcus Rapier, the commander-in-chief of the Stormwind City defense army. He has strict military management and excellent swordsmanship.
Until one day, the ancient god really came to visit.
C'Thun tried to tear him apart with fear - but ended up being dragged into a romantic chat all night long.
N'Zoth bombarded the seven levels of nightmare in turn - he conveniently transformed the seventh level of hell into a glowing greenhouse.
Y'Shaarj's evil spirit corrupts all things - he accepted it with a smile, saying "Passion is hotter than anger."
Even Xal'atath's demagogic dagger was defeated in front of him - because the "romance" in this guy's mind was vaster than the void.
Later, Shenhai wrote a letter asking: "What should I do if the petunia leaves turn yellow?"
Later, the ancient god sent a congratulatory gift, along with twelve pearls.
Later, the cracks in the north wall of Stormwind City were made of N'Zoth brand deep-sea cement.
This is not a serious epic war saga - this is the story of a crooked general who, with sincerity, tenderness, a rapier and countless honey scones, turned the ancient gods into flower friends, pen pals and city defense technical consultants.
Reader comments
The characters fit together well and the plot progression is interesting.
A rare World of Warcraft themed novel that understands the game, is interesting, and has moderate changes [snickering][smirking][snickering][smirking]
The characters fit together well and the plot progression is interesting. A rare World of Warcraft themed novel that understands the game, is interesting, and has moderate changes [snickering][smirking][snickering][smirking]