Grimhill, the future Silver Hand High Lord with all sorts of glorious deeds and titles, such as the Light of Dawn, the Terminator of Death, the Savior of Azeroth, the Fallen King Buster, and more, is in a state of panic.

Because she found herself in control of the game character, her most important spiritual sustenance, and she vowed to protect Misu-sama forever fell into a strange state of depression.

The result of this is the impromptu declaration that she made in the previous paragraph in order to show her value in front of Lord Yoneshan.

But...... What does the second degree mean? Misa-sama always said things that made Greenhill feel inexplicable.

It used to be said when she was directly manipulated, although every sentence Greenhill remembered as the most important memory, but ...... But those words are really hard to understand.

"You can even make a differential lock, how can you not understand me." Yoneshan, who was publicly executed and ashamed to play, retorted weakly.

Fortunately, there were only two people present, Misr and Greenhill, and the undead were also dusted to dust.

Otherwise, Misr would really consider whether to find a ship to take refuge in Kalimdor right now.

"But many of the things you have said, my lord, are indeed very incomprehensible." Greenhill said.

"Unfathomable? Not...... Wait a minute. Mi Shan's words stopped the carriage again: "I'm not letting the car stop, I'm just asking you, as my game character, do you share memories with me to a certain extent?" ”

"Your experience in this world, my lord, is my memory." After Greenhill finished speaking, he paused and said, "I have never had the luxury of having the endless glory of you, my lord. ”

"Even a handful is enough for me ......"

"Stop, stop, I miss Jingjing a little." Misson hurriedly stopped Greenhill from continuing with a middle two line.

If it was a simple commercial blow, it would have been acceptable at other times, but now it ...... Let's wait for yourself to recover first.

With Yoneshan's words, the carriage, which had just taken a few steps, stopped again.

So Mi Shan simply opened the door and got out of the car, intending to let in the fresh air to quickly calm down.

Standing by the fence on the side of the road, Mishan took advantage of the faint light of the oil lamp to see more deeply into the night-covered Elwyn Forest.

Mi Shan, who habitually touched his pocket, remembered that the last stored food he carried after crossing was long gone.

Before Mishan could sigh that he had no food to live in this magical Middle Ages, Greenhill, who had noticed Mishan's movements, immediately took out a pipe from his traveler's bag and handed it over:

"Is this what you need, my lord?"

"Huh? Thank you......" Mishan was a little surprised that there was still this thing in the world of Azeroth.

"It was invented by the great mage Antonidas, and many people like it, especially those mages." Seeing that Mi Shan did not refuse, he took the pipe directly from his hand, and some matching gadgets were immediately taken out.

Even the proper lighting of the fire, the proper rice cedar was soon swallowed into the clouds and mist in the Elwyn Forest under the cover of night.

"Antonidas, I remember this NPC." Mi Shan, who didn't expect this Seven Wastes Great Magician to invent this kind of thing, said: "Erudite, wise, generous, benevolent, and powerful, according to the setting, a mage should have a little bit of it, as if he was born for the mage profession." ”

"But the shortcomings of the mage, the old man is also not lacking." Greenhill followed Mishan's words.

"Yes, pride and stubbornness killed him in the end...... Oh yes, he's not dead by now. Mishan remembered that at this point in time, the prince of Arthas had not yet fallen, Dalaran had not fallen, and Antonidas was naturally not dead.

"It can be seen that he is not strong enough." Greenhill smiled with a smile that he didn't know whether to mock or complain.

"Isn't it strong enough?" Hearing Greenhill's words, Misr Spat out a fluctuating smoke ring.

Theoretically, with Antonidas's ability, he could have left with the important plot item Medivan before the undead Scourge army captured Dalaran.

Even the entire population of Dalaran can be transferred.

However, he chose to stay where he was, perhaps out of overconfidence, or to prove something.

Unfortunately, whatever his reasons at the time, history has already closed the coffin.

Arrogance and stubbornness, as well as self-indulgence, became the label of Antonidas.

Compared with Mishan's emotion, Greenhill, who is still alive and has no feeling for historical figures whose merits are far inferior to his own, asked a question that she had been thinking about for a long time:

"My lord, who is Jingjing? Is it your wife in another world? ”

"Ahem...... Ahem, ahem, ahem......" Greenhill's words almost caused the pipe smoker Mishan to cough out his trachea.

"No, no, no, it's just that I want to be quiet for a while." I knew that I shouldn't have played a stalk, and I just said that I wanted to be quiet would not cause such a misunderstanding.

"Original...... I see, I'm sorry, sir. Greenhill, who knew that he wanted to be crooked, blushed slightly, but fortunately it was night and was not seen by Rice Shan.

"No, it's my fault, I didn't make it clear." Mi Shan hurriedly said.

"No, a great hero like you, my lord, can never be wrong." Greenhill said in a serious tone.

“…… Great heroes? Misr heard that there was no hint of joke in Greenhill's tone, and knew that this was what the other party thought in his heart.

"Why, I'm just homely enough at that time."

"However, you who really face those enemies are the heroes in the true sense of the word."

Of course, players don't worry about their own safety when playing the game, even if they kill a group hundreds of times in order to open up a wasteland, at most they complain about how stupid their teammates are, and complain about how expensive the repair fee is.

But for a character like Greenhill, where a game is realistic, every battle, every death, every regrouping is a real experience.

Mi Shan felt that if he really threw himself into the wasteland environment of the most difficult dungeon, it was estimated that after a few annihilations, his spirit would collapse.

There are great horrors between life and death, but these horrors are accustomed to Greenhill.

"Why, my lord, what I have experienced is so insignificant compared to you." It's just a pity that Greenhill doesn't think so.

"I never dared to imagine that if it weren't for you...... I...... What will I be like. ”

...... didn't know whether he should continue to persuade or give up, and Mishan fell silent.

After a long while, until the pipe in Mishan's hand was extinguished, Mishan said to himself, "I'm not that great." ”

"Your Excellency......" Greenhill wanted to say something.

"Don't mind, I'm just talking to myself." Misr stopped Greenhill from saying and asked, "How far is it from Stormwind?" ”

“…… It's about four hours away, if nothing happens in between. Greenhill said.

"To avoid more accidents, let's rest in Stormwind City." Mishan, who put away his pipe, returned to the car.

"Yes, sir."