At that time, I was just a hunter, wandering around the world with my pet spider. At that time, my idea was to travel all over Azeroth. Then give every mountain and every river a gentle name. As a result, I met a hunter from a tribe when I traveled to the crater of anglo.
Accustomed to playing PVE, I completely forgot my sense of crisis, so I swaggered past him with my baby in my arms. As a result, he unexpectedly attacked me preemptively. I was shot dead by an arrow. After the corpse is resurrected, tribal players are still guarding the corpse!
After several rounds of fighting between resurrection and death, we all suffered casualties. It seems that this problem has been solved. You must not die!
Just as I was manipulating my baby to bite and shoot arrows in the distance, a tribal mage came running from behind and secretly killed me without saying anything. So the whole war situation completely turned into a bloody crush of two dozen pieces. I became a ghost, looking at me and my pet spider in a pool of blood. Anger, unwillingness and other emotions welled up in my heart, and I immediately called my friends to help. After our friends came over, we had an absolute advantage. After killing them several times, he also recruited friends. Finally, a battlefield of tribes and alliances was formed in the crater of anglo.
At this time, there is no concept of winning or losing, just want to defeat the hostile camp with the strength of the team. Spells are released one by one, pets attack one by one, soldiers fight one by one, totems rise or fall one by one ... At that moment, I really understood that sentence-the most successful place in World of Warcraft is to provoke hatred between tribes and alliances.
The war will always end, after the end of camp PK. My little personal hatred has long been forgotten. Later, every time I had dinner with my friends and talked about Warcraft, everyone thought of World War I. Miss at the same time, also have their own sigh, such a world of Warcraft can no longer be found.
Yes, there are fewer and fewer players in World of Warcraft, but the feelings for World of Warcraft have not disappeared. At that time, while there was still a period of time, I used a full-level mage to ride a bird and wander around the places I had been.
I brushed the mine to death by myself and wiped out countless fishermen and wind monsters in the western wilderness. It's a little sad to think of that time when I was besieged by fishermen and chased by wind monsters. I taught myself the bloody monastery, wiped out outland's magic mecha with one move, and looked at Stormwind, which was a bit strange. At that time, I saw playing Warcraft with my friends.
Some things have passed, but these things will be remembered forever. World of Warcraft has brought me happiness and friendship, which I will never forget, never forget.