Dark Eldar

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"He got the Classic WoW quest."

"Yes, Loki sold the blueprints for the artifact, probably for that very reason, right?"

"Yes, I knew it must be about that! The Dark Eldar will eventually be coming to Classic WoW, Father, why don't we go too?"

"this......"

"Yes, wait a little longer, Elaine. We still have more important matters to attend to!"

"Father, you always consider the Paladin quest to be the most important thing, but that's all in the past. The version has been updated countless times. Do you really want to keep investigating it to the end?"

"Yes, my dear daughter, Elaine, please listen to me patiently. Everyone who comes into this world has their own meaning. Please don't ignore it. Even if it becomes meaningless, it is still a kind of meaning. Perhaps there are better words to describe it, or to replace what I'm saying, such as function, value? Or the ing of the event itself? Who cares? Please don't care about the opinions of the world. Please follow the light of your own soul..."

"Yes, I understand, Father. I get what you mean."

At Demacia Farm, after learning about the "T3500" "Classic" server, the beautiful priestess Elaine discusses the latest developments with her father, the once great war god "Demacia".

"May the glory of Demacia be with you!" (Faint sounds of fighting)

Late at night, Demacia donned his T6 set (purple-gold, rare, +15 physical defense) and wielded the Holy Sword (unidentified artifact, stats omitted). He arrived at a hidden dungeon near his residence.

This is the leveling ground for level 800. Demacia entered here and started hacking and slashing at the densely packed elite monsters guarded by plant-type vines, trees, and other creatures.

On the ground, level 867 elite monsters dropped glittering treasures, but Demacia did not pick them up.

At this moment, fighting monsters was secondary; what mattered more was that he was thinking.

"Is my sword dull? Or have my skills become outdated?"

During the monster-hunting process, Demacia constantly examines his current abilities, skill level, and the efficiency of his "AOE skills."

For some reason, when Demacia is hunting elite monsters, he always needs to "finish them off with a low-health attack" (one extra basic attack). Logically, with his equipment and skill level, even basic attacks should be effortless. However, the current Demacia needs an extra attack to complete his "AoE kill" (Demacia's early self-created skill, which performs an area-of-effect kill on low-health enemies while farming monsters; it only costs 5 rage points).

"May the power of Demacia be with you!" Old Demacia muttered his lines from his youth, showing his ruthless side as he faced the horde of elite monsters.

The level 800+ elite monsters fell one after another. They never expected to be instantly killed by the renowned epic warrior Demacia.

Half an hour later, Demacia slowly sheathed his sword. On the ground, the high-level elite monsters of the dungeon (Thick-skinned Treant Lord, level 999) had been completely slaughtered by Demacia. He didn't take any of their loot. He was just here to warm up and recapture the feeling of his younger days.

Demacia continued forward with ease. This hidden dungeon was unknown, a naturally generated "vortex." (Dungeon instances are divided into two types: those actively generated by the system and those that form naturally without human intervention. Naturally formed dungeons are often more difficult and have better loot, but the "entrance" is harder to find.)

High-level elite monsters, the Thick-skinned Treant Lords—don't let their unassuming name fool you. Their defense and health are astonishing. Even Demacia needs to finish them off when they're low on health. For other high-level heroes to venture in without a team is extremely dangerous.

Inside the tree hollow, the last open space is the habitat of this wild dungeon boss.

"Who dares to disturb my sweet dream!" the nameless BOSS roared. He seemed to be some kind of tree spirit that had evolved from it.

"It is I, Demacia, the God of War!" Demacia answered formally. He wanted to give the dead dignity!

"Ridiculous, you mere human, hmph! Pathetic insect." The nameless BOSS uttered his last words.

Demacia didn't waste any words, charging straight in and unleashing a flurry of attacks!

The plant boss also has invincible health (80 health bars). It twists its huge body and uses the skill "Snowflakes? Wood Chips" (boss skill) to smash heavily on Demacia's head, with a very low hit rate of 09.

The Demacian greatsword slashed at the Treant BOSS, every strike a critical hit!! 999 accuracy!!!

"How about it? Aren't you going to surrender yet?" Demacia's taunt skill was used with great skill; worthy of being an epic war god, he could easily tank even without a shield. And his damage was off the charts.

"No?! This is impossible!!! You must know, I am an eternal being!" the tree spirit BOSS cried out in anguish. This BOSS's words weren't without reason. These rare wild BOSSes were likely evolved from inferior seeds scattered in rivers after the Tree of Life bloomed every tens of thousands of years (the superior seeds were carefully preserved by the elves). They possessed a sliver of divinity, but unfortunately, they were always unconsciously prone to arrogance... Trapped in the dungeon, immortal and indestructible, their defenses grew ever stronger...

Demacia saw that the BOSS's health began to drop precipitously after 50 rounds.

"Don't blame me, Boss Treant. I'm just trying to survive. My weapons will become duller and duller if they don't get used in real combat."

The nameless boss, the Treant, is dead, leaving behind a large amount of coins and equipment. Demacia didn't pick them up; he left without looking back. He rode back to Demacia Farm (coordinates: Secret) to continue his life and his soon-to-be-completed mission...