this day.

Azeroth was in an awkward situation, with a group of Hearthstone players being blamed, and the people who blamed Hearthstone were a group of people older than them.

Do it?

Of course, this is impossible, the current Hearthstone players are completely vulnerable, and if they choose to do it at this juncture, they will undoubtedly push the already miserable situation into the abyss.

In Ironforge.

In a tavern that everyone is quite familiar with.

It was still the dwarves and gnomes who loved ale and gossip, each with a huge glass of wine in their hands at the moment, and they were chatting with the smell of wine.

"It's over!"

"This time Master Fenpida is finished!" said one of the dwarves with a burp and a flushed face, "I'm telling you, Master Fenpida's Hearthstone: Heroes of Azeroth will definitely go out of business, and this is no joke!"

"I don't think that's the case!" a dwarf beside him was blinded, and he sat on a chair swaying like he had drunk a lot of ale, "Master Fenpida will fight back, and in the end everyone will be surprised, I believe that Master Fenpida will solve this matter perfectly!"

Although there was a faint drunken nonsense in the words of the two, it could still be seen from the title of Fenpida that they respected the king of beetles.

"Hearthstone!"

"What a game that makes me angry and happy!" a dwarf with a shotgun on his back took a sip of ale, and his mind returned to the scene of the duel with someone else on Hearthstone, and tears flowed into his eyes.

"Hearthstone: Heroes of Azeroth: It has my tears, my efforts, my joys of victory, and so many memories of me!"

"These memories are not understandable to those who have not played Hearthstone, such memories can only be resonated with by true Hearthstone players, and now..."

The words of the dwarf with the shotgun on his back caused the entire tavern to fall silent, and many drunkards had a hobby of playing a few games of Hearthstone, but how could Azeroth play Hearthstone now, he would be scolded to death if he was seen.

"Can't play Hearthstone... After we drink this glass of ale, let's go to Orgrimmar to kill the tribe, anyway, it's boring to death, why don't you have some excitement!"

The gnome sitting in the corner said decadently, "There is no Hearthstone... I've lost momentum in my life, and I have to kill the tribe to keep my hope alive!"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

"You can think so... That's what the tribe thinks!" said one of the gnomes beside him, "I'm afraid the tribe is worse off than we are, so don't add to the trouble." ”

Everyone smiled bitterly, and I guess the Hearthstone players on the tribe's side are the same... It's all Hearthstone players, so don't add to the crisis internally.

"Hearthstone!"

"To the lost memory!" one of the dwarves raised his glass and stood up to all of them, "To all Hearthstone players in Azeroth!"

"Cheers!"

In an instant, all the dwarves and gnomes in the tavern stood up together to toast the disappearing Hearthstone world, which was originally a refreshing ale, but now the mouth was filled with incomparably bitterness.

One of them even started crying while drinking, Hearthstone lost its color in the fallacy, players began to drain, and the goal they once fought for began to fade away...

Boom!

One of the dwarves hurried to the tavern, and when he saw that everyone here had a sad face, he immediately shouted, "Something big has happened!"

"Ahh

"It's you again!" a dwarf with a shotgun on his back glanced at the uninvited guest and sighed, "What's going on?"

"Fight back!"

"The horn of the counterattack has sounded, and the Hearthstone group is ready to stand up!" the dwarf hurriedly shouted, "Don't be sad, many players have already started to attack Stormwind!"

Astound!

All the drunkards in the tavern were stunned, full of doubts about the uninvited guest's words, and one of them, a dwarf with a flushed face, asked, "Really? This kind of joke is easy to beat!"

"Oops!"

"Look at this newspaper!" the dwarf took out a newspaper, "I don't know which organization came out of this Entertainment Newspaper, but the sales points of the 'Fenpida Entertainment and Culture Company' and the Night Circus are selling like crazy!"

"The reason why Hearthstone: Heroes of Azeroth has become this situation is completely a huge conspiracy, and the biggest mastermind of this conspiracy is the Archbishop of the Cathedral of Light in Stormwind!"

Hiss!

Shocking!

It's terrifying!

Everyone looked at the front page report spread out on the table, the content in it was simply shocking, I couldn't imagine that the human Stormwind City would be so dark, and kill innocents indiscriminately for the so-called gold coins... And the target is also a young Hearthstone player.

"No wonder!"

"It's all the idea of this damn Benedictas!" the dwarf with the shotgun on his back was extremely angry, "The above evidence doesn't need to be considered, let's go to the Cathedral of the Holy Light in Stormwind City, this Benedictas will die!"

"Let's go!"

"I'll go too, I'm going to kill him!"

Suddenly, countless drunkards poured out of the tavern, and when they left the tavern, they realized that they were not alone, because there were countless Hearthstone players around them who went to Stormwind.

In the town of Shining Gold.

Because of the front page in the newspaper, some players came spontaneously, including some parents, and they successfully exhumed the bodies of five poor children according to the address on the report.

Looking at the corpses of these five children, who were supposed to be carefree, everyone present fell silent... They were furious, and all their sanity was overwhelmed by hatred.

From this moment on.

The whole of Azeroth is caught in the middle of a war, and the war is dominated by a group of lovable Hearthstone players.

Orgrimmar.

Thunder Bluff.

The Undercity.

Silvermoon City.

Darnassus.

Ironforge Castle.

Essoda.

Even the most powerful fortress of mankind - Stormwind City.

All Hearthstone players have their eyes on the Basilica of Light, and not just Hearthstone players, but also the parents of the players who have been deceived.

However, their anger is not comparable to that of the player, which is clearly deception, and it is so sad to think about the cruel practices in the newspapers and the detailed process of throwing the corpses!

Pink open!

Sheep Yongxin!

Benedictas!

These three damned people have been blacklisted by everyone in Azeroth, and only death can bring peace back to the world!

When the regent Grand Duke Berval learned of this news, he issued a death order to the entire Stormwind army, and other races, including tribes, should turn a blind eye as long as they go to the Holy Light Cathedral to make trouble!

Bolval also has no way... If you don't, Stormwind will be gone!

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