Make Azeroth breathtaking

"what....."

Looking at his friend's message—though he couldn't see the expression, it was clearly full of resentment—Old D belatedly slapped his forehead. Admittedly, the Nephalem faction boasts the most absurd combat power and the most ridiculously low battlefield tolerance among all class-based factions. However, the Nephalem loot drops are...the lowest, and often concentrated on the final boss. As a result, while Nephalem players can clear a dungeon several times faster than other players, the loot they get might only be several times—or even less...

"By the way, Old D, are you having fun as the commander?"

After the Nephalem player complained about the abysmal item drop rates of the Nephalem system, he turned to ask about Old D's experience. Although there are quite a few players in the Commander system, since Commander players in the dungeon system can only fight solo at the moment, many players are curious about the game experience of these players who, although they can still use some RPG or FPS methods, have become RTS players in their main combat style.

"I was a bit overwhelmed at first, but it's going well now—it's easier to get things done when you have more people under you—look, this is the good stuff I just got."

"envious."

Seeing the Zerg items Old D posted in the chat channel, this Nephalem player expressed envy and jealousy—although Nephalems also have some exclusive drops—the problem is, the drop rate of Nephalems is so low, they just don't drop!

"Alright, let's stop chatting now. I'm almost at my last mission location... What the heck?"

After showing off his spoils to his friends, feeling refreshed, Old D adjusted his perspective and prepared to hang up the call for the next round of attacks. However, the scene that appeared in front of him almost made him fall off his motorcycle.

"Is that outrageous?"

"...This can't be simply described as outrageous...I'll take a screenshot and show it to you."

Before the monsters and demons in front of him could discover him, Old D quickly sent what he saw to his friend who was chatting with him. The Nephalem player was immediately dumbfounded.

"A... complete Zerg tertiary brood colony?"

"Yes."

Old D's expression was somewhat bitter. Clearly, with his current strength, he definitely couldn't destroy this mother hive, but he was unwilling to retreat just like that. Admittedly, he had already gained a lot, but if he retreated without destroying the final mission node, he would definitely not be able to achieve the highest score.

"Why don't you just leave? The dungeon refreshes every 15 minutes anyway, let's get what we can first."

"Let me think about it..."

Knowing that his current situation meant he either had to retreat or lose all his troops in one fell swoop and be forcibly teleported away because he had no more troops, Old D muttered to himself, his hand starting to aimlessly slide across the control panel, trying to see if there was any way to break the deadlock. Soon, a function that he had initially ignored caught his attention.

"Calling for reinforcements will cost points, but it seems like the only way to gamble that this thing isn't just a trap."

After mentally assessing whether he could defeat this final mission node and whether the points he had would make little difference, Old D reached out and pressed heavily on the activation button for this function. At that moment, a large number of fel-infused overlords suddenly flew out from the distant level 3 Zerg base and drifted towards his direction—clearly, this node had been activated!

Just when Old D thought he would fail even with reinforcements, a figure appeared beside him, and a new commandable unit silently appeared in his formation. When Old D realized what this unit was, he almost gasped.

"...Zeratul?"

———————————————The dividing line in Death Star Fortress——————————————————

"La la la—la la la—"

Inside the command center of the Death Star fortress, the cheerful Tannis the Great Tinker sat in a comfortable chair, tapping on the screen in front of her and humming a happy tune. Beside her, Iggy, wearing a strange hat, was making frantic noises, uttering words that Tannis couldn't see but were perfectly clear to someone in another squad.

"Dodge! Dodge! Dodge! How come you players are even worse at dodging skills than me? Huh? Because there's no timeline? You actually want to rely on the timeline instead of combat experience now?"

"Focus fire! Don't tell me you're scared!"

"Up there, up there, up there! These places are all three-dimensional! And the monsters don't have strict aggro zones—you've been playing this variant of World of Warcraft for so long, how come you're still not used to the new controls? What? You just came back after quitting for a while?"

"Give me the captain, and I'll give him instructions."

"Don't rush in!"

"Come here! Drink your medicine—I'm desperate!!"

After moving his lips countless times, Iggy finally uttered "over, over, over" and took off his hat.

"All done? How does it feel?"

Tannis turned her head and looked at Iggy with the eyes of someone looking at a hapless soul—just now, one of Iggy's projections suddenly uploaded an excessive amount of death data, causing the reaction speed of all of Iggy's other projections to drop by a beat. Iggy had no choice but to take control of that projection himself and lead several players through a round of dungeons. The experiences they went through were simply indescribable to outsiders.

"...Please don't say that I don't really want to recall the battle just now—judging from the progress, it's almost at the second phase?"

Iggy twirled the hat around and placed it beside him, waving his hand to indicate that he didn't want to recall the feeling from earlier, and then changed the subject.

"If nothing unexpected happens, of course, the current situation is that unless they take action themselves, their underlings won't be able to create any surprises."

"So they just watch us encroach on their territory without doing anything?"

"Who knows, but I'm sure they're not planning anything good."

75. The second stage of warm-up

The Allied Forces' player instance plan is progressing smoothly.

Or rather, things went a little too smoothly. So smoothly that if Tannis hadn't known those three were definitely not ones to back down, she would have thought they'd given up on treatment and were just waiting to die.

"Yes, in that case, we'll have at least three more days."

However, Tannis knew that the answer to this question wouldn't be available in the short term. Therefore, after some deliberation, she began to tally the results of this phase of the operation. The results satisfied her greatly—in just over half a day, all the small dungeons in the designated areas had been cleared, and several medium-sized dungeon areas had also been cleared. Furthermore, some of these purified areas, thanks to the combined efforts of Earth's experts, frontline players, and data streams from unknown sources—which Tannis judged to be highly likely generated by the self-disciplined will of 'World of Warcraft'—successfully turned several small spatial fortresses into 'background', making it possible for the Alliance to deploy troops on a larger scale. More importantly, the timeline of Azeroth, where she was located, which had begun to drift away from this information-driven Azeroth 'born of the Titans but transformed on Earth,' had narrowed somewhat, significantly extending the stability of the portal between the two.

"Is this World of Warcraft truly a creation of the Titans? Similar to the Emerald Dream... no, it should be described as a creation similar to the Time Lock of Azeroth?"

Beside Tannis, Brann Bronzebeard was filled with fervor. During a raid, Tannis took a moment to tell this titan of Titans about the possible nature of World of Warcraft. At first, Brann was a little skeptical, but now... seeing the Titan script that had never been written on the fortress placed on the front lines, he was already 80% convinced.

"It's both yes and no. Its situation is too unique, so unique that it's impossible to replicate—Earth, a world that can receive information from countless unrelated planes but is itself independent of these planes and has no spiritual power, is a paradoxical world. If this seed hadn't been placed in this paradoxical world but in any other world, its timeline would probably have only extended to the Burning Crusade. Without our timeline's unexpected access, it couldn't have begun to perfect itself. Without the player's 'negative emotion experiment' on Sargeras's side, this world wouldn't have had so much detached information to use. Without the access of information from the other two worlds—World of Warcraft might have been torn apart by Sargeras, who had even more detached information, before it could be perfected—at that time, it's hard to say what kind of being would have risen up."

"Ha, that sounds like a miracle..."

As Brian marveled at how wondrous the situation in World of Warcraft was, Jim Raynor, emerging from the teleporter with a cigarette dangling from his lips, walked up to Tannis.

"I've already made arrangements with your... what's his name again? Varian's High King. In the upcoming battle, my ship will operate alongside his fleet. His Storm Wolves' fighting style is quite similar to my Rangers. However, I don't have many combat units at hand right now, so King Varian sent me to ask you for some autonomous combat machines—he'll cover any bills incurred as a result."

"it is good."

Tannis quickly swiped her fingers through the air a few times, producing a badge and handing it to Jim Raynor. Jim Raynor took the badge, quickly glanced at its usage, and then cautiously hung it around his neck.

“That’s much better—I’m not one of those players with a bunch of weird and wonderful abilities. Relying solely on those ‘produced’ gadgets to fight isn’t very effective. Mr. Brian, is there anything I can help you with?”

Just as Jim Raynor was preparing to return to his warship, Brian suddenly ran up to him.

"Mr. Jim Raynor, I'd like to ask, has your world had any connection with... um, with Azeroth before?"

"Not at all. Although there are some subtle connections between our two worlds, this is the first time I've dealt with your world."

Upon hearing Brian's question, Jim Reynolds paused for a moment before quickly responding. After confirming that Brian had no further questions, he stepped into the teleportation beam.

"Why did you suddenly ask that, Brian?"

Tannis looked at Brian with some confusion. Apart from Blizzard Entertainment, whose information was all on Earth, the StarCraft universe and the Azeroth universe had no connection. Their connection to this universe seemed more like a coincidence. Why did Brian suddenly want to confirm this?

"I've read too much about the history of Azeroth. I'm starting to want to go out and see if the history of other worlds is just as rich and colorful as that of Azeroth."

Brian's words made Tanis's lips twitch involuntarily.

"Putting everything else aside, once the connection between this 'World of Warcraft' and our world's timeline is severed, we don't know when we'll be able to return to this resource-rich world—going to a completely unknown world, the difficulty level is..."

"No, no, no! Tennyson the Great Tinker."

Brian shook his finger, his tone certain and affirmative.

"If miracles have happened, then there will definitely be more miracles. I firmly believe that."

"Okay, but you're all alone. If you die in another world, no one will be there to collect your body."

Knowing that Brian's mind had fallen into some kind of fanaticism, Tennys shrugged. Brian, upon hearing Tennys's words, patted his chest.

"Don't worry, if I'm going to a world that isn't Azeroth, I'll definitely invite my team, as well as Zhou Zhuo and Jones! I can't do it alone!"

"..."

——————————————Strange dividing line——————————————————

"Seriously, old buddy, this is the first time I've ever seen you so flawless."

In the bridge of the Hyperion, completely unaware that his universe had been pre-arranged by some 'terrorist', Jim Raynor, who was in the future, sat in his seat, his hands 'improperly' stroking the armrests, trying to connect this brand-new warship with his beloved ship in his memory, which, although well maintained by him, was somewhat dilapidated due to the lack of a good rear base.

"It's just a copy of the Hyperion, and it's only for use in this world, Jim."

Seeing Jim Raynor's 'maybe I can marry this old guy' look, Kerrigan, though she knew why he was acting that way but was still slightly annoyed, walked over to Jim and put her hand on his shoulder.

"Yes... but once things are resolved, maybe I'll be able to take it back..."

After a moment of reflection, Jim Raynor leaned back in his seat, his gaze instantly turning serious and solemn, as if he were a completely different person. At the same time, the screen in front of him lit up, displaying Varian's face.

"Jim Raynor, your Protoss comrade has found a suitable entry point with our forces. We are about to depart; please prepare."

"Understood, we are ready to deploy at any time."

After saying that, Jim Reynolds stood up and took a deep breath.

"Engine warm-up, ready to go."

————————————A battlefield somewhere in the void——————————————————

Zeratul sat cross-legged behind a massive rock, his eyes slightly closed, meditating quietly. Beside him, High Guardian Marad gripped his finely crafted Holy Light Warhammer tightly, vigilantly guarding against any potential enemies. Further away, several Draenei players also adopted serious postures, seemingly acting as sentries. On the ground near these people lay a jumbled pile of monster corpses, their races completely unidentifiable, seemingly pieced together.

But...

"Do you think the Protoss from StarCraft might actually be the precursors to the Draenei from Warcraft? Zeratul and Marad were so perfectly in sync during that fight."

"It seems impossible no matter how you look at it. Although both were indeed designed by Blizzard Entertainment, on a cosmic scale, this can only be considered a coincidence."

"Blizzard Entertainment is too powerful. They've only designed a few games, and three of them have legitimate counterparts in other worlds! I bet the writers at Blizzard won't be able to go back to their peaceful lives after this is all over."

"They were never able to stay calm... By the way, I think maybe Overwatch has a corresponding world, but it's just that nobody plays it, so it hasn't connected."

"You might as well say it's a hub at the gravesite..."

"I have to say, World of Warcraft really has the feel of the Nexus now. If you include all those miscellaneous things that are not part of Blizzard and those armies from another Azeroth that look very familiar, it could probably be worth three hundred."

"...So after World of Warcraft, there will be a super-sized, sandbox-style Nexus with tons of gameplay options? That sounds pretty exciting."

"We'll have to wait until we take down those three bosses. If we can't, we might as well say goodbye to the computer... Speaking of which, isn't the most exciting thing about World of Warcraft right now that people who died in the real world can be reborn here and start a second life?"

"This isn't just exciting, it's fantasy—by the way, it seems like some of the bosses we defeated had those Legion reborn individuals trapped inside them, thinking they could live a life of luxury by joining the Burning Legion? Apparently, some of them even committed suicide to get in? And now they've all collectively 'shut down'?"

"If you're desperate about reality, you can start over in another world, no problem... But I've heard that their situation is simply that they're trapped in some kind of program-induced hallucination and can't get out—the kind we were put into before."

"That kind of hallucination? It's not hard to realize it, is it?"

"The problem is... they themselves rarely realize it... People who are disillusioned with reality are often the ones who crave something the most—even if it's unreal. Perhaps only after entering this world do they realize what they truly want."

After the player said that, the entire chat channel fell silent. After a long while, a player finally broke the silence.

"I suddenly feel that World of Warcraft is a kind of 'regret pill' right now; at least they have a chance to regret it later—wait, Zeratul is up! Everyone, get ready to continue!"

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