On August 27, a community.

A pale-faced man, leaning on his body, his shadow following him slowly like a boulder.

The traffic kicked up a huge amount of dust, making him frown, take out his mask, and put it on weakly, while the heavy gasping made the fog blur his eyes, and the distance became more hazy.

He was a little angry, he ripped off his mask, his eyes were shining with a strange light, home... It's not far away.

Stopped, steadied his breathing, the dust wrapped around him like a tornado, and the young man covered his chest with his withered palms, causing a chuckle from a few girls passing by on the side.

"I'm not a mother, and I'm not a Dong Shi Xiaofeng!" Explain to myself, and relieved, it's all at this time, and still care about other people's opinions?

The prostration sweat was finely attached to his forehead, wiped with a mask, he wrinkled his nose again, as if the sweat was the smell of medicine, and threw the white mask into the trash can in disgust, looked at the watch, his eyes were even more fanatical, and he unexpectedly accelerated his pace, walked through the alley, and stopped in a small building in the 80s.

"It's here!"

The gray-white cement mottled with black mold moss, twisted like Medusa in the dark, and a thousand letters were aimed at the person who was about to go upstairs.

The young man gritted his teeth and held on to the painted railing step by step, and the absence of an elevator was a disaster for him that required courage to climb!

Just went up to the second floor, he sat on the ground, the wind blowing in the dim corridor was musty, he really couldn't stand the smell of yellow table paper, gritted his teeth and got up, and actually climbed six floors in one breath.

The strenuous exercise caused him to cough, the cold wind and mildew were exhaled in and out like a fan by him, and the tissue covering his mouth was a little wet, he did not spread it out, pinched it in his hand, and climbed to the top floor in one breath.

Leaning on the door of his house to calm down for a long time, he took out the key and opened the door.

One bedroom and one living room, with a sunny back, leaking.

There was also the slightest heat from the ceiling, and he couldn't care so much, so he sat on the bed and opened his notebook.

This appliance should be the most expensive electrical appliance in the rental house, it is purchased only when you need to work, it is domestic, cost-effective, and the important thing is that the graphics card is good, and you can use it today.

When the computer was turned on, he inadvertently glanced at a stack of papers next to him.

PET-CT report,

puncture report,

MRI report,

Tumor Marker Report Sheet...

Proof of diagnosis...

Surgery Notice...

List of Fees... Gemcitabine... Paclitaxel...

His fingers trembled!

Throw those white papers into the garbage basket along with the tissues in your hand!

The computer had been turned on, and he was frustrated with a hint of joy to open the picture that he had lingered on.

World of Warcraft Nostalgia Suit!

It's still a familiar taste, and you actually need to queue up.

Time is the most extravagant for him, too... It doesn't matter the most.

There was a touch of red on the keyboard, which turned out to be the blood stained when he was pinching the tissue.

If you see more, you won't be so frightened, and you can wipe it off casually, just like wiping off dust.

When people are dying, they love to remember the past, and their happiest days are WOW.

So he was discharged from the hospital early and went home in time for today's nostalgic service.

For advanced lung cancer, chemotherapy and surgery don't make much sense anymore, and he also wants to travel the world in his last days, or, indulge!

Poor! Let his last wish not be fulfilled, so it can only be a pity!

I didn't expect Warcraft to open a nostalgic suit!

So, will the experience also be regarded as a reminiscence of the past!

Well, well, God finally gave him his last mercy and actually went in.

The screen name is still so awesome, "Ron is God!"

Yes, his name is Ron, and God should hear him and pull him up for a long talk!

Sure enough, familiar maps, familiar missions.

For the first time in months, Ron came to his senses, no longer rickety, and immersed.

"Guards Srikik", "Haydosborn", "Serem. Thornhoof"...."Dusty Books"

Ron smiled, in the days of the previous team Emerald Nightmare Plus Epic, wails and passion coexisted for countless nights.

Emerald Dreamland!

The most beautiful place in the afflicted Azeroth.

Ron didn't continue to do the task, and doing a scenic party was also a tour of it.

That thriving and primeval forest, the Elysium of dreams!

Outside the window, the night was dark, and the moonlight suddenly lit up, like a sudden increase in voltage, and the light bulb flashed, fleeting!

A gust of wind blew, with a subtle electromagnetic sound, and when it touched Ron's skin, Ron's hair and sweat hair were slightly unkempt, and his weak body couldn't help but shudder, looking at the time, it was already early in the morning.

He got up and closed the window, and slept on the table, who knows how long he will have to wait for the next landing, and if he doesn't go offline, he will die... It's not offline either!

Ron felt like he was still walking in the dense forest, the vast grassland, calmly looking at the sun, the sky, the tides, if heaven was like this... Not bad either!

"Hey, my dear friend, I found a low-level creature!" A dull voice came from underground.

There was a huge man sitting on the ground, with a burly back, and a little lonely.

"My brave friend, it's been a long time since I've seen a new creature, don't you want me to share this joy, oh, it's as low-level as an ant, but... It's been a long time since we've found a new life!"

The man on the ground stood up, like a giant god, with a cold look in his eyes, "Sargeras, I've been guarding it for 10,000 years, when can you stop chattering like this, your noise makes me unable to be quiet!"

"Illidan, don't you enjoy the title of changing from betrayer to guardian, those false names will waste your ambitions, you and I are buried here, your skin is moldy, your noble bones are rusty, follow me, we corrupt this universe together, this is the glory you deserve, and the glory you can get at your fingertips, my dear Illidan, you have extraordinary blood, and you should not let your blood cool like a stream, but a roaring volcano..."

"That's enough, Sargeras, I'm not going to join the Burning Legion, you haven't caused enough suffering to Azeroth, you megalomaniacal!"

"But my dear friend, Azeroth has been like this for ten thousand years, and what does it have to do with me, it's a world full of holes, and you can't purify it, can you?"

Illidan lowered his eyelids sadly, and his voice underneath a hint of mockery, "The great Burning Legion Expeditionary can give you a way to save Azeroth, destined to make your name wander across the continent of Azeroth!"

Illidan looked into the distance, "I will not join your Burning Legion, after 10,000 years, you still do not give up, don't forget, I stand in the pantheon of glory!"

"Illidan, it's okay to listen to me, if this idea is not worth your attention, then I'll shut up and go back to sleep!"

Illidan was silent for a while, and a soft "hehe" sound came from underground.

"You also know that Azeroth has been struck by my greatsword, the Well of Eternity has been broken, and the ignorant people are still fighting for the depleted planet, it's really boring, you made the right choice, watch me, at least know how to stay with the wise!"

"Humph!"

"That's not the point, the point is that I found a planet, and that planet once had the soul of the world, and I dual-use spells to bring him back to the nascent era, the idea is too wonderful, isn't it?"

Illidan was a little confused, "You... What do you want to do?"

"When it returns to the nascent age, we go to find it, no.... I am your confidant, you, dear Illidan Fury, Guardian of Azeroth, go find it, and... Hey, hey!"

Illidan's breath was a little short, and he understood Sargeras's mind a little.