Dong Zhe felt that his face was cold, as if there were water droplets rolling on his face. He blinked and woke up from his coma.

What catches your eye is a thick net of thumb-thick iron bars, and several arm-thick iron branches cross through to form the skeleton of the cage net. The branches looked like they were forged by hand, and they were mottled with rust and burrs, but they were strong enough that Dong Zhe estimated that he could not do anything with them.

Where am I? He was a little confused, through the mesh of the thickness of the iron mesh arm, he saw that the sky was foggy, and the light rain was falling, it seemed that it had been raining for a long time, and his whole body was wet.

He tilted his head slightly, trying to look around, but as he rubbed against the ground, there was a sharp pain in the back of his head, and he reached out and touched the back of his head, only to feel a swollen bag the size of an egg, which must have been hit by someone.

The next moment, as if the pain had suddenly awakened, Dong Zhe felt pain all over his body. He grinned and gasped.

"What's wrong with me?" He raised his hand to his eyes, then rolled up his sleeve, and saw that it was covered with bruises and purple bruises, as if he had been pulled out with sticks, rattans, etc.

"Who is this, I was beaten so badly!" He scolded in his heart, but he didn't dare to scold, the hero doesn't suffer the loss in front of him, it seems that he is still in the hands of others.

"Lao Tzu has never suffered such a big loss since he was a child. When you escape, this revenge must be avenged! He muttered in his heart, but in the next moment, he froze violently - the pair of bronze arms in front of him were thick and powerful, and the palms were covered with thick calluses, was this still the hand of my weak game otaku?

"Is this still me?" Deeper questions came over him, and he noticed that his clothes had been changed, and he was now wearing a burlap shirt. With some difficulty, he lifted the hem of his shirt, struggled to raise his head, and then saw the well-defined eight-pack abs, although they were also covered with bruises, but the muscles comparable to those of the governor made him feel a little happy in his heart. He continued to reach into his crotch, and he was pleased with the size of the mass. As for what his face looks like, Dong Zhe has never thought about it - men, they don't rely on their faces to eat.

"I'm crossing over, right? Otherworldly or ancient, or modern, Avenger or Wolverine or something? But it looks like it's a soul wear, and even the body has been replaced, although it's a Caucasia, but this Su zhì isn't a little bit improved, and this crossing benefit is really rich. Dong Zhe muttered secretly in his heart, as an otaku, it is not one or two books that have been read through the novel, and now if you don't understand what happened, it will be simply mentally retarded. He's just a house, not stupid.

"Hey, man, you're so resistant, I thought you were killed?" Just as he was thinking, a slightly stiff voice came from his left.

"Who?" Dong Zhe was taken aback - no matter who was seen when he was touching and thinking, he would be horrified. He twisted his stiff neck and turned to the left. He didn't notice that he and the other person didn't speak Chinese, although he could understand it perfectly—it was a language close to Latin, somewhat similar in pronunciation and grammar.

What entered Dong Zhe's eyes was a row of tall and low cages, seven or eight. There were all people in the cages, but most of them were lying on the ground like him, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead, and only the person in the tallest cage was standing.

"Night Elves!" Dong Zhe confirmed that it was the first time he had seen this creature in front of him, but he was not unfamiliar at all, because he had seen them countless times in the game, both players and NPCs. Looking at the male night elf's emerald green hair, long ears, purple skin, and burning golden eyes, Dong Zhe suddenly felt a sense of intimacy in his heart. He finally knew that he was there, the world he knew so well, the world that burned his youth for ten years—Azeroth.

With all his strength, he sat up from the ground—and that's all he could do, the height of the cage restricting his movements.

He raised his hand and reluctantly made an elven touch.

"May Elune be with you." He said with a smile. He almost burst out laughing, for he could barely suppress his joy. The joy burst out of his heart like a volcano, irrepressible, indelible. The feelings were so intense and passionate, as hot as magma, as surging as a tide of rage, like Corporal Kishan's longing to return to his beloved homeland; It's like the bitterness and sympathy when helping my little sister Pamela find a rag doll; It was like Tirio Fordin's heart-wrenching grief when he saw his son fall; It's like Marshal Windsor stepping into Stormwind and facing the determination and heroism of death; It's like Modirham's endless concern and deepest love for his daughter as a father......

Ten years, ten years of youth, ten years full of blood and passion. In the brightest hour of his life, he plunged into the world of Azeroth like a moth to a fire with the fiery youth that had nowhere to rest and was about to pass. In this world, he has experienced blood and killing, love and betrayal, death and rebirth, and he has been grateful to the game developer Blizzard countless times for giving him a fantastic world. How many times has he fantasized that he can enter this world in person, just like Jack Sully in "Avatar".

As a gamer, he understands Jack Salina's desire to truly become a Na'vi, but Jack Sully is much luckier than him. Jack succeeds in the end, but he has to log in to the game again and again, relying on his own character to experience the world, but now luck has finally come, and he finally has the same chance as Jack Sully.

"Now, Azeroth, I'm coming!" He struggled to widen his eyes with tears and shouted in his heart.

"May the Goddess bless you!" The Night Elf politely replied that the cage he was in was a bit taller, allowing him to barely keep standing. He didn't understand why the human was suddenly so excited, but he saw the excitement as a surprise at the sight of a savior.

"How did you get caught?" He asked softly.

"I don't know," Dong Zhe said a little confused, and it was true, he didn't know anything about this body. But he knew that almost all traversers had a good solution to this problem - the Amnesia (Harmony) Method. He reached out and touched the back of his head, "You see, I was beaten hard here, and I can't remember anything before." ”

"And what's your name? You always remember this, right? ”

"It's not ...... this one" Dong Zhe was about to say that he didn't remember, but a familiar name suddenly jumped out of the depths of his memory, and it was the only memory of this body left, "Diego, my name is Diego Asnar." ”

"Okay, that's my name." Dong Zhe said in his heart that he never thought that in this fantasy world, it would be so cool to have a name like Long Aotian - there are gods in this world, and pretending to be realistic will attract thunder.

"My name is Masrae Bearskin, and as you can see, I'm a Night Elf," the Night Elf introduced himself with some pride - he should be proud, Masrae was a great name, and the last Night Elf to bear that name was a respected Druid master who had taught hundreds of Druid apprentices. He spread out his left hand, and a small seed slowly sprouted in his hand, "I'm a druid." ”

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Note: Diego, the name originates from Jacob, the third generation of the Jewish patriarch (the twelve tribes of the Jews were developed from the twelve sons of Jacob). In Hebrew, it means substitute (Jacob had taken the place of his brother and was given birthright).

This James was not the first of Jesus' twelve apostles to be martyred, much earlier.