Make Azeroth breathtaking

Thinking of Tanis's standard tactics in Azeroth, which were either "F2A!" or "Warp! Smash it in the face!", a general who felt a bit of a toothache casually picked up the photocopy and glanced at it. A few seconds later, his eyes widened and his expression became somewhat blank.

"I remember they mentioned that everything they could 'send' here was armed with their own weapons?"

"Yes."

"So, besides their spaceships, they also possess a Death Star fortress?"

"In some ways, the Death Star fortress was just a larger spaceship, so this is not surprising."

"Okay...that's certainly crazy, but we do need some crazy tactics right now."

After saying this, the general tidied up the documents in his hand and placed them beside him.

“I propose that we launch the ‘Digital Warfare’ program. Only in this way can we attack them more effectively.”

"Initiate the Digital Warfare Project? Even though we've collected initial data and created more versatile, improved infiltration devices, their security can't be guaranteed 100%! We need at least..."

"There's no time, gentlemen. The enemy has started to act unreasonably, and our allies are very likely to disappear in half a month due to the rules of the world, leaving us half-baked people to deal with the problem—I don't think we can do any better without their help."

"Resolve the issue within two weeks?"

"We will do our best, that's all."

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"......"

Old D lay on the porthole of the warship, staring wide-eyed at the stars dotting the inky black sky outside, and the occasional meteorite fragments flying past the porthole. Beside him, several of his old teammates were doing similar things, lying motionless on the porthole, staring blankly at the magnificent Milky Way in the distance.

"It's spectacular..."

After a long while, Old D finally let out a breath, suppressing the shock in his heart.

"If I hadn't reduced my pain sensitivity to 10%, I wouldn't even be able to tell whether this is reality or Earth is reality."

A blood elf mage standing next to Old D pinched his hand hard, using the pain to 'wake up'.

"I never imagined I'd be able to play an immersive game—and World of Warcraft no less! Those who didn't choose immersive gaming should really regret it!"

Another of Old D's old teammates—a Tauren Druid—was talking while shaking his huge bull head and summoning all sorts of harmless little plants around him, having a great time—it was clear that he was extremely enjoying himself.

"I don't think so. They might even think we're a bit crazy, after all, the authorities have warned us that they can't guarantee our safety 100%."

Old D shrugged, forcing himself to look away from the starry sky outside the porthole. He tapped his right hand a few times in front of him, activating a light screen, and began communicating with other players in the public chat. Just as he was getting into the conversation, a red message appeared out of nowhere in the center of the light screen.

"Entering non-Azerothian airspace, all personnel on level two alert? This feels like interstellar warfare. What mode are you planning to use? MMO? ARPG? FPS?"

Upon seeing this red message, Old D immediately began adjusting his parameters and selecting a mode. As someone who wasn't very confident in himself, he decisively chose the MMO mode... Well, what can you expect from a hunter?

"It has an inlay mode. I chose ARPG inlay FPS and set my class characteristic to support."

"You're really planning to have a Space Marine board you? You're a druid, for goodness' sake!"

"Why do you think I chose the Tauren? Tauren machine gunner, hahaha! It's romantic!"

"Tch, I'll go have some romance with a Gundam once I have enough points... Speaking of which, Old D, it would be better to add an FPS mode. Although it will affect your shooting, you can use high-energy laser guns, bomb guns, or even handheld plasma cannons to make up for your poor shooting, right?"

"A high-energy laser gun? A flashlight?"

"It really isn't... Damn it, my eyes!"

Just as everyone continued to happily banter and discuss tactics, endless flashes of light suddenly shone through the portholes, illuminating the entire space. In an instant, players who had switched to FPS mode—whether immersed in the game or using a screen—were temporarily blinded by the intense light and let out cries of agony.

"All personnel on high alert! All personnel on high alert! The enemy has jumped into the boundary zone! All gun ports open! All space combat modules activated!"

"Ha...that's really exciting...wait! Why does that pile of things look like Zerg from StarCraft?"

Because the FPS module was also enabled, Old D unfortunately experienced the intense shock of being hit by a flash of light. However, thanks to the protection mechanism of the immersive system, his vision recovered in less than a second, and the shape of the attacking thing was clearly presented on the light screen in front of him.

"They even have crystals with them! That Amon really is Amon! StarCraft?"

"Forget about that! I've already secured an assault ship, are you guys coming?"

"Come on! Isn't this what we're all about when we're doing immersive experiences?"

56. Node Conquest

It was empty and cold.

Despite having already witnessed the vastness of the universe through the porthole, when Old D led his team, piloting the assault ship through the mothership's jump portal into the battlefield, the sheer immensity that greeted his eyes almost took his breath away—blazing stars floated deep within the battlefield, radiating boundless light and heat, making one feel as if they would fall into them at any moment; flickering stars randomly dotted the black curtain of space, making one dizzy just by looking at them; countless meteorites and debris flew aimlessly everywhere, making one feel as if one could be swept away at any moment; the vast darkness opened its arms to welcome new visitors—up, down, left, and right had lost their meaning, and Old D felt himself being swallowed by an abyss.

"Old D! Old D! Turn the realism down to below 50%! Quickly!"

Just as Old D was completely stunned, his teammate's voice and the warning label that popped up in front of him, "User's mental stability has been detected to be declining," brought him back to his senses. He controlled his hand and pulled down the realism of the scene in front of him from 95% to about 40% in one go. The scene in front of him instantly became more than half 2.5, and the stars became like background objects. The nearby stars no longer spewed flames, but became a sphere that looked like it had some color. Most importantly, a "planar network" appeared, giving Old D a clear understanding of up, down, left, and right!

"So this is the legendary spatial disorientation? I've certainly experienced it for myself..."

Before Old D, who had just recovered from his terrible feeling, could finish expressing his thoughts, a bizarre creature with a 'U' shape, a pair of not-so-large wings, and a huge mouth in what was either a head or a tail suddenly emerged from the nearby meteorite debris and rushed toward their assault ship at an extremely fast speed. Instantly, an attack alarm for the ship popped up on the screen.

"A dragon is charging right at us! A dragon is charging right at us!"

"Go ahead and fire! Tauren Marine! You're responsible for supporting fire!"

"Old D, move quickly! This ship can't withstand much more!"

"Wait, how do you control it to the left? I've suddenly forgotten..."

"Activate idiot mode! Activate idiot mode!"

"Okay...wait a minute, what does this button do?"

"Don't do that... Ah!!"

"Where's the shield? Where's the shield? Don't overload! It's just a flying dragon!"

After a chaotic series of maneuvers, Old D's squad finally mastered the assault ship and completed their first round of points in this operation. Watching the alien dragon drifting in space and slowly disintegrating itself, a strange sense of pride welled up in their hearts.

"Are we now 50-yuan best buddies?"

"Be confident. Even a 50-dollar buddy can't solo a dragon. We're a little bit better than a 50-dollar buddy."

So where do we go next?

"Let's follow the mission... Hmm, I checked the map, we're still quite far from the mission location. This ship also has a miniature warp drive, maybe we'll need a small jump?"

"Then leap! Three! Two! One... Takeoff!"

Amidst the commotion of Old D's squadron, a streak of light appeared, and the assault ship vanished from its spot. Less than a minute later, the ghosts of Old D and his crew were staring at each other at the respawn point.

"Why is there a giant Leviathan at the jump endpoint?"

"We should confirm this first..."

"Even if we confirm it, it's probably useless. We should just fly there honestly."

"Fly over there? Okay, it seems we really should. We've probably been dropped to the edge of the battlefield—Old D, second round?"

"Okay...uh..."

Old D opened the virtual screen in front of him, typed a few words on the keyboard, and showed a look of bewilderment.

"Gentlemen, since our first attack did not achieve the desired results, the Allied Forces refused to allocate us a second warship. Now, we can only temporarily become 'fifty-dollar brothers' and go to a planet within the war zone to seize strongholds from the legions..."

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"Zzzzz!!"

With a sound like plastic melting from being cut by deadly heat, the head of a half-human-sized beast with sharp teeth, a pair of chitinous scythes growing from its back, and four swaying tentacles, bearing traces of fel energy flowing through its body, was cleaved in two by a battle blade writhing with dark green flames. Semi-gelatinous fluid gushed wildly from the wound, dripping onto the slightly steaming planetary soil, where it quickly solidified.

"Alright, this is the last one. Stabilize the space, capture the stronghold, place the beacon, rest for fifteen minutes, and then continue the advance."

After killing what might have been a hellhound or something else, Auturis activated his Ghost Vision and, combined with his detection devices, confirmed that there were no other demons around before issuing orders to his squad.

"Yes!"

Upon receiving orders from Alturis, the Demon Hunter commando members immediately spread their wings and scattered, beginning to place various devices at different nodes according to the mission instructions—automatic modules, of course.

"What's wrong with this conquest mission? Judging from the overall mission plan, this operation should be a surprise attack on Argus, right? Why are we carrying out a conquest mission on a planet that doesn't even exist in the game?"

L, who also chose to enter the battle in an immersive way, watched the progress bar in front of him and chatted casually with his comrades in the squad voice chat.

"Raid on Argus... The last raid was a terrible gaming experience."

A Demon Hunter player who participated in the Illidan raid some time ago recalled the terrible combat record and couldn't help but rub his face.

"It's said that reborn individuals are minimally affected, so we shouldn't be affected by the disconnection issue, right?"

"Alright, do you remember the last large-scale account ban? That was even worse than being disconnected!"

"No, no, no, buddy, you didn't read the official information carefully, did you? Essentially, we're now a bunch of antivirus programs and program repair systems, and the armor we wear also has 'antivirus' and 'firewall' attributes. Moreover, everything about us is bound to 'Azeroth,' the normal program aggregate—meaning, it'll be difficult for Sargeras to replicate that operation!"

"It really is Digimon..."

Just as a group of demon hunter players were happily chatting while setting up nodes, the ground around the stronghold began to tremble without warning. Before their eyes, dozens of enormous, thick, tube-like insectoid bodies tore through the solid rock, opening their maws towards the stronghold. Amidst the roars of beasts and the howls of demons, a surging swarm of insectoid and demonic hybrid forces poured out of their mouths, rushing towards their locked target—clearly, these beings, using their 'pure' bodies to isolate themselves from fel energy and even deceive the demon hunters' vision, had been waiting for this moment—the crucial moment when the demon hunters' ritual had reached a critical juncture, a moment when they could neither escape nor interrupt!

However....

"Boom boom boom boom!!!"

Dense yet precise arcane lasers rained down from the sky like a summer downpour, easily melting the monsters roaming the earth into unrecognizable rubble. One heavy bomb after another embedded themselves deep into the rocks along calculated trajectories, brutally destroying the swarm's passageways. The shaking ground caused the demon hunters to stagger and even make it impossible to maintain the ritual guidance!

"I'm so pissed off..."

Seeing the progress bar interrupted and the crystal he was guiding dimming, L thought his mission was doomed and was about to curse the family and relatives of the attacking troops when the green frame indicating mission completion popped up without warning. At the same time, the mail system informed him that new rewards had been deposited into his account.

"Mission complete?"

"Wait, didn't this point capture mission fail?"

"Let me check the mission description... Okay, the crystal we're guiding isn't for capturing points at all, it's a decoy and a beacon. The real thing for capturing points hasn't been deployed yet."

"This tactic is unparalleled... Lord Autoris."

Seeing the Demon Hunter rejoin the crowd after the bombing, L sheathed his weapon and gave a slight bow, a Demon Hunter's courtesy—now that he knew these NPCs were all 'transmigrators'. The players had reached a consensus: it wouldn't hurt to be polite to these powerful figures.

"Adventurers, you have completed this task perfectly, that's good. However, this is just the beginning. We must continue our raids—make sure to complete all our tasks by 5:00 AM tomorrow, Earth Day—the rewards will not disappoint you."

After saying this, Aurelius gently merged his battle blades, opened a spatial passage, and several war chariots with a very distinctive Demon Hunter style drove out from it.

"boarding."

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"The jump anchor is stable."