Among the Azhara

"Thorn Valley is under attack! Twink killer Sanjidao is here!"

"Darkshire is under attack! The Rice family, twink killers, is here!"

"Stormwind is under attack! Rice expert Yuan Longping is leading the rice farmers to besiege the city!"

"For the Alliance, charge!" A kindhearted Human Priest who helps new players Hearthstones to Stormwind.

"For honor, charge!" A taciturn Hunter stops target-dummy practice in the Old Town.

"For the fun of it, charge!" A sharp-tongued Night Elf Rogue Hearthstones to Stormwind.

"So I won't be cannon fodder, charge!" A dazed little Warlock flies straight to Dalaran with a Hearthstone.

This is Azshara, Realm 2 of WoW.

This is an ordinary day for the WOWERs, full of fun and excitement as always.

Running dungeons, doing quests, camping corpses, and leaving a vivid mark on our memories along the way.

"Help! The Horde are camping my corpse!" the dazed little Warlock shouts.

90% of the stories here are true.

The 10% that aren't are either because my memory's gone haywire or because I'm deliberately slandering someone.

So anyone who knows me, don't expose me.

Even if you do, absolutely do not tell that sharp-tongued Rogue!

No CP, definitely.

Daily updates, impossible.

If I had to put it into words, this is written for one of the happiest times in my life...

Thanks to Huohai Jun for the cover.

A-Dai's old abandoned project