The Horde players didn't expect the Alliance to suddenly rush out from Glacis Fortress. Caught off guard, their formation was in chaos. The few players who were left behind were quickly killed, and the entire formation collapsed.
It was the same script as before. After the decisive team battle, the Frost Graveyard was occupied by the Alliance. Meanwhile, the captain of the Frost Fortress and the two towers of the Horde were in danger.
In the end, the Alliance won the battle at Alterac Valley with a small gap of a dozen reinforcements.
The moment they won, the Alliance's battle channel was filled with jubilation.
"Awesome, we actually won!!"
"I can't believe we won in such a terrible opening! This is unbelievable! "
"Is this game really that realistic? We were completely suppressed by the Horde in the beginning, and now with a change of commander, we can suppress the Horde? "
"I think commanding is one thing, but don't you think I'm a good carry?"
"Long live the Alliance! Let's queue again, I'm in love with this battlefield!! "
Many Alliance players didn't want to fight Okuyama anymore, but after this shocking comeback, their passion for Okuyama was reignited.
In fact, they had played Warsong Canyon and Arathi Basin before. The playstyle was different, and the number of players was different, but overall, the playstyle was getting more and more exciting. But when it came to passion and the art of commanding, one had to look at the big battlefield.
In a 40 vs 40 battlefield like Okuyama, the role of an individual and a team was maximized.
Although in a large team battle, no matter how good an individual player was, they would still be one-shot, but some strong individuals could still play a key role. For example, Rogues who knew how to play the game could repeatedly steal flags and kill lone enemy players. High-level Hunters could ensure the safety of their own rear. Classes like Mages and Warlocks with AoE skills could play a huge role in a siege. Healers could also create a butterfly effect …
Therefore, no matter if it was a small or large team battle, as long as a player knew how to play, no matter what class they used, they could play a key role in the battle.
In a large team battle, all sorts of spells were cast, enemies fell one after another, and honor kills filled the screen. That kind of satisfaction and sense of accomplishment was something that was hard to experience in a small battlefield.
Therefore, the Alliance players felt their blood boiling and immediately started the next battle at Alterac Valley.
Ten minutes later, the Alliance players looked at the huge difference in the number of reinforcements and started to doubt their lives.
What the hell … where did that human mage with the long name stop???
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At this time, Zou Zhuo, Old P, and the others had arrived at the Western Plaguelands and were preparing to challenge Level 60.
These players could be considered to be leveling up very quickly. After all, they could continue playing in Normal Mode during the day after they finished playing in Sleep Mode. Their gaming time was very long, and ordinary office workers really couldn't compare to them …
To put it bluntly, if players wanted to level up in World of Warcraft, the most important thing was time. After all, this game charged players with time.
Zou Zhuo looked at the map. "So … … this river is called Sodoril River. Why do I vaguely see a small farm far to the north?"
Old P also looked into the distance. "There does seem to be a small farm. There should be a mission there."
"Let's go take a look." The few of them chatted as they rode north. "Old P, this Plaguelands of yours is really crazy. Leveling in a place like this is practically a f * cking torture …"
Old P was speechless. "How the f * ck is this our Plaguelands? Is that our Plaguelands? It's the Lich King's … How many times do I have to explain to you before you can tell the difference between us and the Scourge Army? Besides, even though I chose to be an Undead, I'm still very depressed in a place like this, okay? "
They walked north on the east bank of Sodoril River and found a small house in a very secluded place.
The house was very dilapidated, just like the other houses in the Plaguelands. At the door was an ugly old man who was sitting on the threshold and fixing his hammer.
Zou Zhuo glanced at the Kodo from afar. "That looks like a human?"
Old P: "But his name is green. He's a friendly NPC."
Zou Zhuo looked at the hammer in the NPC's hand and drooled. "Look at the hammer in his hand. It's emitting an icy blue light. With one look, you can tell it's not an ordinary weapon. Do you think it will drop if we kill him …"
Lin Xue's face darkened. "I don't know if it will drop, but I do know that we will all be hammered to death … Open your bull eyes and look, Level 61 Elite …"
Old P said quietly, "Although I haven't played Dark Souls too much, I know that randomly killing NPCs usually doesn't end well …"
Zou Zhuo walked up to the NPC while coveting his hammer.
"Tirion Fordring? Why does this name sound a little familiar? Where have I heard it before? "Zou Zhuo scratched his bull head.
Old P: "I don't remember. I feel that this old man looks quite ordinary with an unassuming white beard. Anyway, let's accept the mission first."
Seeing that they had arrived, Master Fordring greeted them very warmly.
"Race does not represent honor. As long as you stay on my farm, please remember and respect this creed. I have seen some orcs who are as honorable as the noblest knights, and I have also seen some humans who are as evil as the cruelest Scourge of the Undead. "
"Ah, I shouldn't have bothered you with the stories of my youth. There are still many things to do. If you're willing to stay here, I hope you can do something to prove your worth. For example … Start with the plague hounds. I can't offer a lot of rewards, but if you succeed, come back and have a chat with me, and then have a good meal. That's not a bad idea either. "
Zou Zhuo tugged at Old P's mage robe. "You see, the old man is quite amiable. He even invited us to eat together."
Old P nodded and said in a low voice, "Well, it's rare to see an NPC treat someone to a meal. Let's ask him what missions he has here. "
Old Fordring continued, "Even ordinary wild animals have become ferocious man-eating beasts. I beg you to kill the creatures that attack the innocent from the air, the plague bats."
"Oh, by the way, my food reserves are very low. I have to admit that I have no food to share with you now. Can you do this old man a small favor? The only creatures around here that are not infected by the plague are the carrion insects. Although they don't taste good, their meat can be stored for several months. I want to store hundreds of pounds of meat for the coming winter! "
"You don't look too good. Is there a problem?"
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