What follows is just the story of an ordinary and veteran adventurer.

He's a European adventurer, and his name doesn't matter, but his story is perhaps even more uncared for, but it doesn't matter much to him.

At this moment, he just wanted to sit quietly on the edge of a small floating stone in the Nagrand grassland, in front of his humble cabin, and remember everything about him.

The Emperor Ou is now middle-aged, he is alone, and he just wants to be at peace.

A few years ago, like all the adventurers around him, he resolutely stepped out of his hometown, carrying a small yellow linen backpack and starting the adventure he had been longing for.

He was born at Northshire Abbey in Alwyn Forest, where life was peaceful and peaceful.

Emperor Ou still clearly remembers that before leaving, the sheriff specially commissioned him to hunt down some rampant timberwolves and those filthy and noisy kobolds near the monastery.

At that time, he was full of fighting spirit and wanted to become strong and become a hero who stood out.

He held the crudely one-handed sword in his hand, and the rusty standard shield, and fulfilled the task given to him by the sheriff perfectly.

Then he left the homeland where he had lived for more than ten years without looking back, with a letter of recommendation in his arms.

His career as an adventurer began in earnest in the town of Shining Gold, which he remembers to be crowded and bustling.

He also watched with envy as a dwarf High Elf female ranger with two beautiful bubbles took on the bounty of hunting Hogg, the king of the gnolls, and in his eyes at that time, those three powerful adventurers were the top of the elf.

The Emperor quickly lifted his spirits, and he began to make some low-level bounties without difficulty, and slowly accumulated a batch of funds.

When I held the small bag of ten gold coins in my hand, I could not achieve the sense of accomplishment I received in the future.

Ou Huang has met many adventurer friends, they are all ordinary adventurers at the bottom, what they can do is to huddle together to keep warm, and work together to face this realistic and dangerous world.

They form an ordinary group of adventurers, traveling around the world of Azeroth, growing up with difficulty and joy step by step.

Lucky for the Emperor, he took his friends across the ocean to the city of Sulama, where his strength reached a turning point.

Through countless missions, the Emperor and his team quickly obtained a large amount of gold.

And by contributing points, the Emperor got his first legendary piece of equipment, which was a breastplate.

Friends were willing to give their points, and a dozen people in the whole team made up a legend for him.

Emperor Ou didn't say anything, he buried his gratitude in his heart and continued to lead the team step by step.

When the undead catastrophe swept through the Eastern Kingdom continent, Emperor Ou resolutely led the team out of the Kalimdor continent.

At this moment, they have already changed shotguns.

Not only the Surama equipment on his body, but each brother and friend in the team had at least three or four legendary items that were extremely enviable to outsiders.

When others cast envious glances, or call him the Emperor of Fortune, he didn't bother to explain. Because he knew how he got to be what he is now.

In this way, Emperor Ou's team flourished in the Eastern Kingdom Continent, and he established his own adventurer's guild, managing this growing group with a dozen old fellows.

They braved the Blackstone Mountain, and together with the Alliance, they attacked the Black Wing's Lair, drove out Nefarian, the Black Dragon Prince, and slain the dragon.

They fought in the Battle of Naxxramas and followed the coalition forces to defeat the terrible Scourge of the Dead.

They fought the bloody battle of the Alterac Valley, fighting back fiercely against the frenzied attacks of the Amani trolls.

They had seen an overwhelming swarm of insects in the Desert of Silitus, and witnessed the god-level war between the Titans and the Elder Gods.

They also stepped into the hot heart of molten fire, and took on the irascible fire elementals.

In those days, some of the old guys were killed in battle, and some were disabled, but this still couldn't stop them.

The life of an adventurer is unstoppable.

They have crossed the Dark Gate and taken on a new challenge once again in the shattered world of the Outlands.

But as the years passed, wrinkles grew at the corners of their eyes, and their strength began to decline.

They find that the passion and fire in their hearts for the adventurer's life has slowly faded.

Ou Huang looked at the old guys and brothers who came all the way around him and made a major decision.

The Adventurer's Guild of the Emperor of Europe has dispersed.

They've been through so much, they've gained enough, they've lost just as much.

The disabled and aged old guys returned to their hometowns and started their new lives.

Emperor Ou did not go back, he bought a piece of floating gravel over the Nagrand steppe, which was only a few dozen square meters, and built a small wooden house here.

Since it's out of the Outlands, stay here for yourself.

Emperor Ou took off one of his legendary armors and placed his superb one-handed sword and shield in the chest under the bed.

He wanted peaceful days.

Every night, he would sit on the edge of the gravel, watching the colorful cosmic turbulence over the Nagrand steppe and feeling the gentle breeze of Nagrand.

He thought of his old friends who had survived.

The weak priest girl married the wordy and annoying mage, and the two ran off to the Elwyn Forest to run a small orchard.

The thieves went to MI7 and lived a rookie life after retirement.

The Hunter has opened a popular restaurant in the Stormwind Trade District.

The honest and upright knight returned to his hometown in the Red Ridge Mountains and became an ordinary sheriff.

Emperor Ou thought about it, and suddenly burst into tears.

Maybe we're all old, right?

I want to pick up the shield again and break through the obstacles of reality.

I want to sail the endless sea again, piercing the haze like a silver gull.

I want to rain in the gray valley again, and deceive myself that everything will not end too quickly.

I want to stand side by side in the snowfall cemetery again, laughing in the snow, declaring that I am a strong man who will never be repulsed.

The years have lost weight, leaving a deep cut on the body, and it is difficult to hide the unchanging enthusiasm in my heart after swallowing the bitterness.

But myself ... And the guys who are fighting together ... I can't go back.

I can't go back to that era, and I sacrificed my youth like Ai.

This is the story of an adventurer who is an emperor of Europe, a adventurer who is defeated by the years and stops in the outland.

Every day a new adventurer steps into this vast world, and every day there is an adventurer who finishes his adventure.

Their time is over, and they have withdrawn from the world stage with their worn, once glorious armor.

Perhaps they will still keep an eye on everything that happens in the world of Azeroth.

But they can't go back.

Is Azeroth old, or are we old?'