It's been a while since Hu Feng came to Stormwind City, the largest city in the southern continent with her own unique charm.

As the bell rings slowly in the morning, the sea breeze blowing from the harbor fills the fresh air with a hint of saltiness, and people start their day again.

A large number of coolies began to slowly gather on the docks, and many small street vendors were already waiting near the docks, forming a small market selling all kinds of breakfast and drinks. For a few copper coins, coolies could buy a simple, crude but filling meal. Some are not very fresh fried sea fish, some are pig and whistle inn discarded overnight wolf steak and roasted wild boar legs.

The foremen had more money in their hands, and they were often separated from the coolies, gathering on the other side of the wharf, where the merchants sold much higher food than the coolies. These vendors buy overnight food from Stormwind's most luxurious gold-encrusted Rose Inn every day, perhaps tender steak, maybe okra tossed with pork, plus a glass of leftover good ale. The foremen also ate with relish.

When the sun rises in full, the priests of Stormwind Cathedral begin their early morning chanting punctually, and the chorus of hundreds of priests sings in unison throughout the church district. The more devout aristocrats waited in the square in front of the church in a horse-drawn carriage early, whispering to their acquaintances about the previous night's banquet or an interesting story about a certain family.

The young nobles did not want to come to the church every day to suffer, they preferred to ride tall horses and take a bunch of guards out of the city, and although there were many dangers lurking in the vast and beautiful Elwyn Forest, at least Stormwind and the surrounding towns were safe. Spiegel Lake Orchard or Shining Gold Town are their favorite spots.

Because successive kings of the Stormwind Kingdom are more virtuous, these noble children do not dare to do anything bloody like oppressing good people or robbing people's daughters. In fact, the human aristocracy of the world of Azeroth pursued nothing more than gold coins that would not change for thousands of years, that is, to become professionals. Gifted nobles spend a lot of money to learn various combat techniques and skills. And the more rare nobles, who have discovered that they have the talent of mages, have a wider path, and the path of magic is the way to burn money.

This world is very realistic, and there are few civilians who counterattack and leap into the sky to become a strong man. Becoming a powerful warrior or mage is not a matter of hiding in a quiet place, holding a magic book or a combat manual and practicing hard, you need to spend a lot of gold to hire a teacher, buy various armor or magic materials, and keep burning money to keep getting stronger.

As for what a civilian encounters a white-bearded old man mysterious powerhouse, without saying a word, he will force you to give you a peerless secret book, crying and begging for you to practice, what materials and what assistance are not needed at all, relying on his own talent and hard work to finally become a generation of powerhouses. Of course, there are such things, you just need to go to the grocery store that can be found everywhere on the side of the road and buy a folk novel.

Except for peerless geniuses like Egwene, who are born commoners, but the major kingdoms rush to help you pay for you. Others are honest enough to accept that if a civilian discovers that he or she has a gift, then there are two options: the first is to go to Stormstorm Fortress, apply for royal grants, and get a basic monthly spend. If you want to live a better life, then go to the task to earn gold coins, and if you are timid, go to help the teacher or the academy. After completing his studies, he became a junior warrior or junior mage, and he had to serve the Stormwind Kingdom for ten years, the warrior went to the army, and the mage came to the court.

The second way is to seek the support of the nobility, who are often much more generous, but in return, they are also more generous. It may be a personal escort for most of his life, or it may be an adventurer under the command of a nobleman.

Of course, if you have the gift of a pastor and are good at sensing the Light, then congratulations on being one of the most relaxed. The Cathedral of the Holy Light in Stormwind will reimburse you for all your expenses, guide you for free, and become a respected priest of the church after completing your studies.

Therefore, a large number of adventurers in the human race are actually divided into two categories, one is the retired professional, who has completed the ten-year covenant and does not want to continue to stay in the army or the court, so they become free adventurers.

The other type is the adventurers under the command of the nobles, who are responsible for bringing all kinds of curiosities to the nobles, and half of the gold coins earned are handed over to the nobles, but they usually receive the support of materials and equipment provided by the nobles, which free adventurers do not have.

Every morning, these adventurers would leave the city to collect their quests. They can earn gold countless times faster than the civilians in the city, but at the cost of dying at any moment. For example, the task of killing Hogg, the king of the gnolls, issued by the Westspring Fortress, has not been completed until now, and it is initially estimated that the number of adventurers who died in the hands of Hogg and his little brother is not one thousand, but eight hundred.

Over time, although Hogg's bounty had reached a hundred gold coins, no one had completed it. Of course, this is also polarizing. The European Emperor adventurers who have the strength to complete the task disdain a mere hundred gold coins, so they are not willing to bother. And the non-chieftain adventurers who want to complete the task and receive a hundred gold coins do not have this strength.

A small number of brave and lucky European Emperor adventurers returned to their hometown from the continent of Kalimdor, and their orange legendary equipment produced by Sulama made everyone crazy with envy, and these few adventurers were immediately recruited by the nobles, and the European Emperors, who were accustomed to freedom, began to form their own adventurer guilds to recruit their own subordinates. No matter which path they choose, these successful European emperors can earn at least a few thousand gold coins a day, and they are not willing to take on some small tasks like ordinary adventurers.

Non-Chief adventurers can only join the Adventurer's Guild of the Emperor to follow. Although there are a few non-chieftain adventurers who return to their hometowns with one or two pieces of Sulama equipment that are not suitable for their own use, sell them for a large sum of gold, and then return to the city to marry a daughter-in-law and start farming and business. But there are too few such examples, so they are basically eating with the European emperors.

Hu Feng sat in the corner of the hall of the Pig and Whistle Inn, a black hood covering his face, and he didn't want to be recognized.

Sitting in this noisy tavern, watching the adventurers rushing to and fro for a living, and the occasional quarrel and fight, Hu Feng found a long-lost sense of familiarity here.

There is no difference from the earth in the previous life, the difference is only that the human society of Azeroth pursues something different, except for the truth that gold coins will never change wherever they are placed.

Maybe putting aside his identity and the mission on his shoulders, he is still the ordinary young man in his previous life, which may be the indelible humanity.