Lost in Azeroth

Lost in Azeroth, still lost

There are too many tragedies in the history of World of Warcraft, and there are too many regrettable things.

When Su Chen came to this real Azeroth continent by accident, he wanted to change these sad endings and save the poor people.

Of course, the first person he needs to save is himself, because his current identity is Arthas...

This is actually a story in which the Lich King personally led a group of beauties to brush various copies of Warcraft.

Chapter One Waking Up Suddenly

In the wilderness, the wind and snow are shaking.

The small tent couldn't stop the harsh cold wind at all, and was shaken uncontrollably.

In the tent, a blond young man was curled up on a simple bed. Even though he was in a dream, the young man still frowned, his body twitched from time to time, and seemed to be experiencing inexplicable pain.

After a long time, the young man with fine sweat on his forehead finally opened his eyes slightly, but his eyes were filled with blank expression.

"What is this place……"

With the passing of his eyes, a large amount of data instantly flooded into his mind: the various chemical formulas of the air composition, the material of the tent, the strength of light, the strength of gravity...

He was the only one in the room, but it was strange that a strange voice suddenly appeared in his mind-"As you originally wished, this is the continent of Azeroth."

"Azeroth? We really crossed the world in the game?!" Su Chen, who was still full of dazedness, couldn't help but widen his eyes instantly.

"This is not a game, this is a real world, just like you are on earth."

"You can really take me through?!" Su Chen is not surprised by the voice in his mind, which has appeared since he bought back the second-hand black laptop a week ago.

"I said earlier that I am a smart computer from a four-dimensional space. I have a god-like power in the three-dimensional space. You just don't believe it. You should believe it after I showed it to you this time." The voice in my mind has Kind of contentment.

"Um... believe it, believe it!" Su Chen immediately got up from the simple bed, with an uncontrollable excitement in his heart.

He is an old player in World of Warcraft, step by step from the ignorant 60th level to the 100th level. In ten years, he has hardly left any version of the World of Warcraft. It is the so-called killing in Naxxramas. Cats, peeing in the Sunwell, guns on the Frozen Throne...

Ten years of youth, ten years of passion, his familiarity and understanding of the world even surpassed the city where he lived.

He had wanted to personally walk into the dark door on the computer screen when he logged into the game countless times, hoping to experience the splendid history of this world.

Now it is finally possible!

But Su Chen just got up excitedly and almost tripped over something, that was a long sword leaning against the bed.

"This is my weapon? This sword looks a bit familiar..." Su Chen couldn't help reaching out and picking up the very strange long sword.

It was freezing cold when he started, and the expression on Su Chen's face was instantly frozen.

As a Warcraft player, this sword will never be forgotten as long as you look at it.

"Sorrow of Frost?!" It took a long time for Su Chen to close her mouth widened because of surprise, and at the same time she couldn't help but explode: "I x, how can this sword be in my hand?"

Frostmourne is definitely an artifact that people dream of in the game, but it seems to have only one owner...

At this moment, the figure swayed outside the tent, and a quick and nervous voice came out: "His Royal Highness, those undead are attacking again!"

"His Royal Highness? I... Am I Arthas?!"

Su Chen's body became stiff, and in an instant, a large amount of memory suddenly poured into his mind...that was the memory of Arthas.

Although these memories are not complete, they are enough...

He quickly figured out his current situation-after Stratholme massacre, he led an army to Northrend in the Arctic to hunt down the dreadlord, and he had just obtained Frostmourne and defeated the undead. attack.

"It's cheating! It's not really such a bad luck, it's actually a tragic figure..."

Speaking of Arthas, Su Chen was most impressed by the scene in the game when Arthas defeated Queen Illidan under the Frozen Throne—a lonely person, crouched, struggling on the Frozen Throne. The mountain road was stumbling.

In him, he could not find the slightest joy of victory, nor could he see the arrogance of arrogant heroes, or even the arrogance of the undead king, only to see a man who was dying by fate and curse, he was exhausted. Unbearably dragged to the end of fate.

And when he sat on the Frozen Throne for several years and gave up his last bit of conscience and emotion to become the real Lich King, the final outcome was still being killed by the Silver Crusade.

"Can we cross through with another body?" Su Chen muttered.

"No, if I had this ability, I wouldn't be trapped in a second-hand notebook when I crossed the earth, and I would also be thrown in the warehouse to eat ashes for several years." Zhi Nao's voice seemed a bit resentful.

"Do you really want me to replace Arthas and then become the Lich King..." The corner of Su Chen's mouth twitched slightly and finally opened the tent.

The wind and snow were vigorous outside, and the soldiers were hurriedly gathering to resist the undead attack. The scene looked rather chaotic.

As soon as Su Chen walked a few steps forward, his feet slipped and looked down, only to find that he had accidentally stepped on the rotten arm of a ghoul.

Su Chen felt a sudden turn of the river in his belly, retching a few times, but couldn't vomit anything, only the bitter taste in his mouth.

The gap between the game and reality is huge. In the game, he can hack and kill zombies and skeletons in large chunks, but at this moment, he can't stand just seeing the corpses of these zombies.

And not far away, a dark tide appeared on the white snow, and it was a fanatical ghoul already charging.

In this thick snow, the proud cavalry of mankind has completely lost its function, and can only rely on the infantry to hold up their shields to meet and stop this terrifying dark tide.

The black tide composed of the undead soon rushed in front of the infantry, like a black wave hitting the rocks, and the interlaced battlefield instantly flew flesh and blood, some humans and some undead.

The soldiers who can follow to this Northrend continent are all veterans of a hundred battles, and they are very powerful, but the number of undead is obviously dominant. The Kuroshio behind is almost continuous, and some extremely tall can be vaguely seen. The black shadow of is coming, it must be the strongest army hatred on the ground of the undead clan.

Although Su Chen is still behind, the blood around him is still suffocating.

Although he knew the outcome of the battle was that he won, he would fall into a death knight because of using Frostmourne, and then step by step on the path of becoming the Lich King.

Su Chen naturally did not want to accept such an ending.

"Xiao Hei, let's go back..." Su Chen whispered bitterly. Xiao Hei was the name he took for the smart computer, inspired by the black second-hand notebook.

"Go back? Where do you go back?"

"Of course it is the earth, even if you can't change your body, you should always be able to take me back through it?" Su Chen asked a little nervously.

"Of course it can, but... things like traversing space require a lot of energy. We have already consumed all the energy I have stored when we traversed over. If we want to traverse back again, we have to wait for me to accumulate enough energy."

"Oh, how long does it take to save?" Su Chen breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he could go back.

"About ten years, um... If you are lucky, maybe seven or eight years will be fine."

"Ten years..." Su Chen's eyes straightened suddenly. According to the historical process of this world, Alsace estimated that ten years later, there would be no scum.

"What should I do now..." Su Chen sighed weakly, but he was thinking quickly in his heart.

As an old player of World of Warcraft, he is naturally very clear about the historical process of this game world.

According to the history of the game, the next step is to kill the dreadlord Malganis, then formally become a death knight, and then return to Lordaeron to kill the father and butcher...

By then his fate will be irretrievable!