29 years of the Dark Gate, Eastern Continent, within the Stormwind Kingdom.

"Auster, come down, your father won't let you marry a goblin."

"Let him write a note!! ——”

Ordinary Elwin Forest, ordinary morning, ordinary young man forced to despair by a fantasy arranged marriage.

Climbing to the top of the barn was a small, small, good-looking young human named Oster Brown, the son of a small farmer in Southriver County. This is the third time this month that he has sought his death, the first two times for refusing to join the militia and inheriting the farm.

In the eyes of his neighbors, Oster must be crazy, and in this chaotic world, he is not satisfied with a family business, and he spends his days looking for death to become an adventurer. It is the kind of blind profession that works as long as you give money, kills, arsons, robs, steals everything, and runs around the world.

In recent years, natural disasters in Azeroth have been more frequent than in the past few decades combined, ranging from violent storms to severe droughts and insect plagues. Yesterday the earthquake collapsed the mine, today the flood broke the dam, and tomorrow the sky will be covered by a dark storm. The territory of the Stormwind Kingdom is full of hungry people fleeing famine and rampant bandits.

The royal family of Ureon could not do anything about it, and after four years of the Northern Expedition, the entire kingdom was mired in the quagmire of Northrend, the domestic economy was in shambles, prices and taxes were skyrocketing, and rebellions continued everywhere. Not long ago, the Great Rebellion of North Elwyn broke out, and the mob cut down many nobles and burned down the prison of Stormwind. After the subsidence, because there were too many condemned prisoners and there were not enough gallows and guillotines, the Kingdom Mages Federation invented the magic electric chair for this purpose.

Oster lived a stable life, refused all arrangements at home, and wanted to sneak out every day. Fortunately, his father Brown Sr. is a veteran, participated in World War II, and is still full of tendons and flesh in his sixties.

What no one knows is that the real Oster Brown was killed by a gnolwolf attack on a delivery trip four months ago. Occupying this body is a time-traveler from another world named Wu Lian.

Since his sudden death from overtime the day before the suspension of service, and his soul pierced into the world of Azeroth, Wu Lian has calmed down from his initial excitement. For four months, he hadn't been able to find anything out of his place.

Not to mention the plug-in cheat, you can't even upgrade the monster normally. Oster was an ordinary human farmer, with no magical talent and no knowledge of swordsmanship. For the human beings in this world of Schwarzenegger per capita, the physical strength is weak, the left and right hands are uncoordinated, and the trainer looks at it and shakes his head, even the wild boar can't beat it. Not to mention the dad who can catch bears with his bare hands.

What's worse is that due to the different rules of physics, the dream of building a machine to make gunpowder has also been shattered. Magic is too convenient and cheap in this world, and engineering is the stuff of only crazy gnomes and deceitful goblins, and it's all unreliable.

Auster couldn't forget the disdainful look in his father's eyes when he drove his brand-new magic golem and bulldozed the experimental workshop he had worked so hard to build. The simplicity of the structure of a magically powered machine would have caused the likes of Newton Faraday to die of shame.

The world was similar to and very different from the game world he was familiar with, and in general, it was a magical medieval with the name of Azeroth.

In Oster's view, it is better to be reborn in another world, especially a world where gods and magic really exist, and to live a life without being salty or light, it is better to die directly;

In the eyes of the villagers and their families, since the accident with the runner, this product has changed from the original knowledgeable, honest and reliable to a hopeless madman.

For example, he always walks and jumps, never takes the stairs when he goes downstairs, and climbs directly down the railing. When I see people, I say nonsense such as "I have to upgrade and get some equipment", and I don't want to farm and deliver goods well, so I run to the nearby woods to pick up wild boars and wild dogs whenever I have time. When he had nothing to do, he used a wooden sword to chop a scarecrow, shouting "123,321...... while chopping, thinking that anything could fit into a pocket, and once tried to stuff a horse into a palm-sized cloth bag.

In addition, every time I meet someone, I will come forward and poke someone's head and chest, even an old lady in her eighties or a man who is as strong as an ox, and I will say while poking, "Why can't you take on the task?" "I would go straight into my neighbor's house as if I was in a no-man's land, and after searching the murals under every cabinet, box, carpet, and find that the valuable ones were taken away immediately, not letting go of a single copper.

If it weren't for the fact that Old Brown still had some prestige in the neighborhood, his stupid son would have been beaten to death by the angry crowd.

Old Brown was heartbroken by his son's illness, and ran five or six times in the county alone. Rosen Dewey, the best surgeon in the Westsprings, calmly said to old Brown after Oster had poked his bald head with his finger again and stole the entire clinic's bandage rolls, "It's hopeless, go back and find a chain to tie up." ”

The family suspected that Oster was possessed by something unclean, and spent a lot of money to find a village mage to exorcise the demon, but to no avail. After trying to send him to the army and staying at home to farm, he failed to do so, and seeing that this stupid son was about to lose money, old Brown thought about finding him a good family to marry.

It is better to be rich, tolerant, considerate and rich, and the goblins who open a magic processing factory in Xiquan are very suitable, and they are eager to obtain a local hukou, so they basically do not choose. And in terms of dowry, the shares that Brown Sr. invested in the Stormwind Foundation before were all lost because of the collapse of the Dust Swamp Colonial Development Company, and the eldest daughter of the age was also preparing to get married, eager to get the money turnover.

The remaining question is how to get the unscrupulous son to agree to the marriage. I always heard Oster say, "I want to make a lot of money and marry the elf lady." In Brown's opinion, goblins and night elves look about the same, with purple skin, long pointed ears, big eyes, and a fine name in their name. Plus I have money in my own right, and I belong to it in one step.

The eldest daughter, who had a good relationship with her brother, succeeded in tricking Oster into signing a marriage contract with the "petite elf lady", and reassured him with magically retouched photographs.

But the paper can't contain the fire after all. A day ago, when Oster finally saw the long-looking Gollum at the blind date, picking at his huge nostrils, disgusted with the shabby and rustic marriage partner of the Brown family, he vomited on the spot. After making a big fuss, he even rewarded the goblin lady with a big mouth.

However, in the frightened eyes of the Brown family, instead of being furious, the eldest lady had tears of excitement in her eyes;

"No one has ever beaten me, and everyone is looking at my family's money. What a man with personality, I like it! ……”

The goblin lady said that she had accepted the three-room husband liked this room the most, and she was going to do it on the spot.

Oster tried to escape three times that night, but was captured by his eldest daughter, who loved her brother. Early the next morning, the farmer found Oster secretly climbing to the top of the rice barn more than ten meters high.

……

"Young master, the master has already softened, you can come down. He said that he had prepared a coil for you, and that you could go wherever you wanted, and he didn't care anymore. ”

"Really? I'm not afraid to die, if I lie to people again, I'll jump from here right away! ”

On the barn, Oster wanted to stand up, for after sitting for a long time, his legs and feet were numb, and he fell down with one foot in the air, and at the last moment he clung to the pillar;

"Help! Come and save me! ——”

The onlookers pushed the cart with straw, but the people of this world were obviously not very familiar with the rules of physics, and Oster finally landed a foot away from the cart without a sound.

"He's not breathing!" "Come to the priest! ——”

Originally, the nearest church was in the county, and it took a day to travel by horse-drawn carriage to and fro. Luckily, a Draenei priest happened to be passing by and was resting in front of the farmstead. Hearing the movement, he rushed over, and without saying much, leaned over and began to heal Oster's wounds.

Many of the inhabitants had seen the Draenei for the first time, a race with hooves, horns, and a tail that had only recently appeared in Azeroth, and older generations said they looked exactly like some kind of demon of the Burning Legion. But the Church of Light has clarified many times, saying that the Delaney is a good friend of mankind and has flown in from extraterrestrial sources to spread the Light.

As the Draenei channeled divine energy from his hands, Oster was gradually enveloped in golden light. The wound on his body quickly shrank and disappeared, and he regained his breath after a while.

The crowd cheered, and Old Brown awkwardly pulled out a bag of silver coins, saying that if there was not enough food in the warehouse. The fees charged by the Church of Light have always been expensive, especially for the Holy Light Spell, which is not affordable for ordinary farmers. but was politely rejected by Delaney;

"Salvation should never be equal to money." The pastor said. Under the admiring gaze of everyone, he left silently with his long staff.