The salespeople of "Let Go of That Succubus" in the major cities of the alliance have all left, and the guards who maintain law and order have all left, leaving only deeply disappointed readers.

It's all over, and what they thought was important to have a novel as sustenance in the war-torn Azeroth was now nothing but fantasy.

"I suddenly want to cry!"

In Stormwind City, a human male was holding the second volume he had already bought, and suddenly tears began to flow from his eyes.

"Do you want to cry? we want to cry, we haven't even bought the second volume!" said a man beside him angrily.

"Don't go, everyone, I'll read the contents of the second book for everyone!"

His words attracted everyone's attention, and for a while, the human man was the center, and the surroundings continued to rush towards him, surrounding him.

"Hurry up!"

"We're going to listen to the second book!"

"yes, louder!"

The man with the second book nodded, and began to read aloud, mixing his emotions into it, and for a moment everyone was fascinated by it.

The content of the ten chapters, it took almost an hour, everyone's expressions were as intoxicated as a dream, the plot was too perfect, Anna, the succubus, became more and more cute, and the warlock protagonist had another succubus, and this succubus was actually no worse than Anna.

Damn! I really want to read the contents of the third book! It's just a pity... This dream can never come true!

"Huh?"

When the lucky man had finished reading the contents of Chapter 20 for everyone, he found that there were still a few more sheets behind, and immediately shouted to everyone present, "It seems that there is something else, and the author seems to have something to say, in the last few pages!"

"What's the situation?"

"Is he going to release a new book?"

"Say it!"

"Hurry up!"

The lucky human man roughly flipped through it, "It seems to be a poem, don't worry, I'll read it to you." ”

Then he took a deep breath, "Warlocks, roar

This...

This... Actually!

A hymn in praise of a warlock?

This poem has been so intense from the beginning that everyone can almost make up a picture in their minds, surrounded by all the darkness, all the restraints, all the rejection, a warlock is in such an environment, began to explode, began to roar in the deepest part of his soul!

So majestic, so moving!

"No matter what you roar, you can't wake this so-called righteous people from their dreams, you can't prove your existence, you can't blow away the darkness before your eyes that is heavier than a curse. ”

"But you can at least blow away some shackles, blow away some slander, at least blow the hearts of some people who are still sentient!"

Yes!

We can!

It is ridiculous that everyone thinks not only of the situation of the warlock now, but also of their own situation, and the reason why the novels they love are ruthlessly forbidden is so ridiculous.

We're going to rebel!

Readers who love "Let Go of That Succubus" should rebel!

Not just for the warlock, but also for the things you love the most!

The blood of all the people present began to boil gradually, and almost at this moment, the eyes of men, women and children began to become solemn.

...

"But the warlock, the warlock has no tears. Azeroth, Azeroth has no tears! What is the use of tears? We only have destruction, only demons, only pain, but we still have justice and goodness that the so-called righteous people do not have! This is the will of the warlock, the will of Azeroth!"

"Move, resist, stand up, just like the protagonist of "Let Go of That Succubus", destroy all the words and things that insult the sorcerer, destroy, destroy!"

"The Warlock's Ode - Fenbida, respectfully!"

The whole article is less than 1,500 words, and it took a few minutes, but in just these few minutes, the hearts of all the people present are like turning over the river.

"Everyone... Do you have any opinions?" the lucky one, who had just read aloud to everyone present, suddenly swept around the people around him.

Silent.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere was as silent as death.

But the lucky human who had purchased the second volume smiled, and although everyone present did not speak, their eyes had clearly told themselves what they were thinking at this time.

The same thing happened in Ironforge and Darnassus, and the scene was still as silent as death, but something was beginning to brew in the hearts of their group.

"Let's go and fight together, not only for the sake of the warlock's name, but also for the sake of our beloved "Let Go of That Succubus" novel!"

"Count me in!"

"Me too!

"I'll participate too!"

"Add me!"

A deafening roar rang out from the three main cities of the Alliance, the first time that the weaklings of Azeroth had a victorious roar in the face of power.

"We're going to let go of that succubus!"

"We're going to let go of that succubus!"

"We're going to make the name of the Warlock! We're going to get the name of Let Go of the Succubus!"

In Stormwind City, a mother and son felt a strong shock, especially the little boy, who couldn't help but think of the question his mother asked him before.

"Mom, I've decided that no matter what the path is in the future, I'll never give up my dream of becoming a warlock, I... Become a Warlock!"

The little boy who was in his mother's arms before looked at his mother and said with a resolute expression.

The mother rubbed her child's little head dotingly, "Your father and I, proud of your choice today!"

"Mommy, are you and Dad warlocks?" asked the little boy.

The woman nodded, "All the time!"

"Great, our family will be warlocks from now on!" said the little boy happily, and then asked his mother with a curious face, "Mom, why did you and Dad never tell me?"

"At that time... Warlocks are not treated well... And being defined as the evil side, how can your father and I tell you?"

The woman pinched her child's faceband, and her words were full of helplessness.

"Then why are you telling me again now?"

"Because it's different now, a hero has stepped forward, and he has told Azeroth by his actions that warlocks are not what they thought they were!"

The little boy hurriedly said, "Is it the author of "Let Go of That Succubus"?!"

"Yes, my child. ”

The woman was shocked by Fenpida's "Ode to the Warlock", and she felt that the profession of warlock was going to be different from today onwards!

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