What follows is just an ordinary and old fritter adventurer, his somewhat boring nameless story.

He was a European adventurer, his name wasn't that important, and his experiences might not be even more important to anyone, but it didn't make a difference to his life.

No matter what great things the high Titan god is doing, he is still living his life of struggle for gold.

And at this moment, he just wanted to sit quietly on the edge of a small floating rock in the Nagrand steppe, in front of his humble cabin, and remember everything about him.

This European Emperor adventurer is now middle-aged, still alone, and he just wants to be at peace.

A few years ago, like all the ordinary adventurers around him, he resolutely stepped out of his peaceful and comfortable hometown, carrying a small yellow linen backpack on his back, and began the adventure he had longed for.

Oh, and he was born in the Northshire Abbey area of Alwyn Forest, where days were peaceful and peaceful.

Emperor Ou still clearly remembered that before he left, the sheriff specially commissioned him to go to the field near the monastery and hunt down the somewhat abundant timberwolves and the dirty and noisy kobolds.

At that time, he was full of fighting spirit, and he wanted to become stronger, become a hero who got ahead, and returned home with a lot of gold coins.

He held the crudely crudely one-handed sword in his hand, and the rusty standard shield, and fulfilled the task given to him by the sheriff perfectly.

Then, with a letter of recommendation in his arms, he strode away from the homeland where he had lived for nearly twenty years.

His career as an adventurer began in earnest in the town of Shining Gold, which he remembers to be crowded with people.

He also watched with envy as a dwarven adventurer, with two beautiful bubbling High Elf female rangers, took over the bounty task of hunting Hogg, the king of the gnolls, and at that time, those three powerful strange adventurers were the top that was difficult to reach.

Ou Huang quickly picked up his spirits, and he began to do some low-level bounty tasks without difficulty, and slowly accumulated a batch of starting capital.

The sense of accomplishment I felt when I held the small bag of ten gold coins in my hand would never be reproduced in the days to come.

On the way to struggle, Ou Huang met many adventurer partners, they are all ordinary adventurers at the bottom, the only thing they can do is to keep warm, work together, and face this cruel reality, and the vast world full of dangers.

They formed an ordinary group of adventurers, who, like everyone else, traveled from place to place in the world of Azeroth, growing up with difficulty and joy step by step.

The Adventurer of the Emperor was lucky, and he took his comrades and companions across the ocean to Sulama City, where his strength ushered in a turning point.

Through countless bounty missions, Emperor Ou and his team quickly obtained a large amount of gold coins.

And by contributing points, the Emperor got his first legendary orange enchanted equipment, which was a cuirass.

The partners voluntarily donated all their points, and the whole team of more than a dozen people made up this orange legend for him without any complaints and dissatisfaction.

Emperor Ou didn't say anything, he buried his gratitude deep in his heart and continued to lead the team step by step.

He was still grinning, foul language, and smiling and scolding the team that commanded him.

When the undead catastrophe swept through the Eastern Kingdom continent, Emperor Ou resolutely led his team to leave the Kalimdor continent and returned to the Eastern Kingdom continent to face the Scourge Legion.

At this moment, they have already changed shotguns.

Not only the Surama graduation equipment on his body, but every brother and sister in the team, each of them had at least three or four pieces of legendary-level enchanted weapons and equipment that were extremely enviable to outsiders.

When outsiders cast envious glances at him, or called him the unlucky emperor, he didn't bother to explain, because he knew how he got what he is now.

In this way, Emperor Ou's team thrived in the Eastern Kingdom Continent, and he eventually established his own adventurer guild, managing this increasingly large group of adventurers with a dozen calm old fellows.

They braved the Blackstone Mountains, fought with the Alliance army into the Blackwing's Lair, drove out Nefarian, the Black Dragon Prince, and slain the dragon, boasting about it in the tavern for days.

They fought in the Battle of Naxxramas, followed the World Alliance, defeated the terrible Scourge of the Dead, and beat the Grand Lich Kel'thugad to the brink and rolled back to Northrend.

They fought brutally in the Alterac Valley, fought back against the frenzied attacks of the Amani trolls, and defended the valley for the Lordaeron Restoration.

They had encountered an overwhelming swarm of subquies head-on in the Desert of Silitsus, and witnessed first-hand the god-level war between the Titans and the Elder Gods.

They also stepped into the hot heart of the molten fire, and took on the irascible fire elementals.

During those days, some of the old fellows were killed in battle, some were disabled, but this still did not stop them from moving forward.

The life of an adventurer is unstoppable.

Eventually, they crossed the Dark Gate and prepared to take on a new challenge once again in the shattered world of the Outlands.

They are full of confidence, gearing up, and high morale.

But as the years passed, wrinkles had grown in the corners of their eyes, and their strength had begun to decline.

They suddenly found that the passion and fire in their hearts for the adventurer's life had begun to fade slowly.

Or is it ... I really can't move.

Ou Huang looked at the old guys and brothers around him and his all the way, and then he made a big decision.

The Adventurer's Guild of the Emperor of Europe has dispersed.

They've been through so much, they've gained enough, they've lost just as much, they've lost just as much.

The disabled and aged comrades-in-arms returned to their hometowns and started a new life.

But the Emperor did not go back, he bought the floating gravel over the Nagrand Prairie, which was only a few dozen square meters, and built a simple wooden house here.

Since you're out of the Outlands, stay here.

Emperor Ou took off his legendary armor and placed his superb one-handed sword and shield in the chest under the bed.

He wanted peaceful days.

Every night, he would sit on the edge of the gravel, watching the chaotic flow of cosmic energy over the Nagrand savannah, feeling the gentle breeze of Nagrand.

He thought of his old friends who had survived, as he did every night.

The weak priest married the wordy mage, and the two ran away to the Elwyn Forest, where they used the gold they earned to run an ordinary little orchard.

The thieves went to MI7 and lived a comfortable life as a rookie after retirement.

The Hunter returns to his hometown of Stormwind and opens a popular inn in the Trade Zone.

The honest and upright knight brother returned to his hometown in Chiji Mountain, became an ordinary sheriff, and continued to fight for the people of his hometown.

Emperor Ou thought about it, and suddenly burst into tears.

Maybe we're all old, right?

I want to pick up the shield again and break through the obstacles of reality.

I want to sail the endless sea again, piercing the haze like a silver gull.

I want to be drenched in the heavy rain of the gray valley again, and deceive myself that everything will not end too soon.

I want to be side by side in the snowfall cemetery again, facing the flying snow, laughing and declaring that I will never be defeated.

The years have lost weight, leaving a deep cut on the body, and it is difficult to hide the unchanging enthusiasm in my heart after swallowing the bitterness.

But I still have this group of guys who are fighting together... There's no going back.

I can't go back to that era, and I sacrificed my youth like Ai.

This is the story of an adventurer who is an emperor, an ordinary story of an adventurer who is defeated by the years and stops in the outland.

Every day a new adventurer steps into this vast world, and every day there is an adventurer who finishes his adventure.

Their era is over, and they silently withdraw from the world stage with their somewhat worn-out, once incomparably brilliant weapons and armor.

Perhaps they will still keep an eye on every event that happens in the world of Azeroth.

But they can't go back.

Is Azeroth old, or are we old?

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