Chapter 1090: The Flames of PvP (First Update)
Horde players were blocking the entrance, and Alliance players weren’t backing down either.
The local general channel for Alliance players was also full of people calling for reinforcements. Compared to the Horde, their calls were more direct: “The Horde is blocking the gate! Speed up and support!!!”
In reality, quite a few Alliance players were baffled—how had they suddenly run into so many Horde players?
The Horde were equally puzzled: Where the hell had those two troublemakers gone?!
Many people had been annoyed by those two Alliance players with absurdly long names at the Hillsbrad Foothills farm. They had been blocking the entrance to Southshore, waiting for those two to come out, but after several rounds of fighting with Alliance players, they still hadn’t seen them.
Suddenly, someone in the general channel wailed: “Help! There are Alliance outside Tarren Mill! Two high-level ones!”
The Horde players were startled. What was going on? Had those two circled around behind them?
The Horde players didn’t have time to think. The hatred for those two Alliance players was sky-high, so they swarmed back in a frenzy.
The Alliance players they had been facing off against thought the Horde had chickened out. Their morale suddenly surged, and with a roar, they chased after the Horde, ready to attack Tarren Mill.
When the Horde players rushed back to Tarren Mill, they saw them—those two!
Their names were ridiculously long, and their guild name was a total joke: “Thunder Interactive Warcraft World Development Team.”
What the hell? Someone pretending to be a game designer? Let’s get them!
The Horde charged en masse, but the two saw them coming from a distance and immediately turned tail and ran.
Mages had Blink, Hunters had Aspect of the Cheetah—most classes couldn’t catch up at all…
Several Horde players who had been killed while blocking the entrance to Tarren Mill resurrected and ran back, abandoning their quests. After all, they were young at heart—how could they swallow such an insult?
Of course, “young at heart” didn’t mean they were young in age; it just meant they were new to *World of Warcraft*.
After a few rounds of this chaos, the entire Tarren Mill player base was stirred up. Many even called their guilds for backup, forming groups and heading straight for Tarren Mill.
“Come to Tarren Mill fast! Someone from our guild got bullied by the Alliance! Join my group! Level 20 and above only!”
“Keep an eye out for two Alliance with super long names! If you see them, report their coordinates and beat them to death!”
“Southshore is being blocked by the Horde—can you stand for that? Get your ass over here! What, you don’t know where Southshore is?! Take a boat to Menethil Harbor and gather there; we’ll send someone to pick you up! What, it’s too far? Far my ass! This long night is just getting started, and you won’t be late!”
“There are plenty of quests here. After we’re done with the Horde, we can keep questing and leveling.”
“Hold on, it’s kicking off in Stranglethorn Vale too! Send some people over here!”
At this point, another advantage of the sleep mode became clear. If it were daytime, everyone would be pressed for time. In a situation like this, they might quietly disappear, thinking, “I only have two or three hours—I’d better focus on questing and leveling.”
But tonight, everyone suddenly realized they had seven or eight hours ahead of them. So why hold back? Rally and fight!
The Alliance players, clueless about the real reason, thought the Horde had gone too far by blocking Southshore’s entrance. Naturally, they had to fight back. Although Southshore was far from the major cities and not many players had gathered there initially, as soon as guilds started mobilizing, a flood of players began rushing over.
The Horde, meanwhile, were all hunting for those two Alliance with the long names. Those two were the root of all evil—they couldn’t rest until they’d killed them at least once.
And so, the battle in Hillsbrad Foothills erupted in full force…
In truth, when the first batch of Alliance and Horde players encountered each other, they were all very cautious. Many players, seeing the opposing faction for the first time, were extremely careful—observing, testing the waters, hesitant to strike first, because no one knew if the other guy had a group of toughs backing him up.
But once the fighting started, it couldn’t stop. Everyone dropped their restraint. “You made the first move—how can we just sit back and take it?”
Both the Alliance and the Horde saw themselves as the victims, so they fought without hesitation, shouting in their local channels as if they were the ones wronged.
Hmm… that might actually be true, but the misunderstanding was unlikely to ever be resolved.
Because the Alliance and Horde couldn’t understand each other’s language…
Alliance: “[Common Tongue]”
Horde: “[Orcish] awid”
Not only were the channel messages unreadable, but even player voice chat was randomly translated by the AI system into a jumble of incomprehensible sounds.
Even if a few Alliance and Horde players were friends in real life, they were a tiny minority. The chance of clearing up this misunderstanding was practically zero.
And it wasn’t just Hillsbrad Foothills—Stranglethorn Vale had also erupted…
No one had stirred things up there, but there’s always some idiot who fires the first shot. So Stranglethorn Vale started a bit later, but the intensity was just as brutal.
To prevent open-world PvP from spiraling out of control, players had no choice but to keep calling for reinforcements.
And since everyone was still hot-blooded and impulsive, a single disagreement meant a fight. Some players, bored out of their minds, even ran to low-level zones to kill opposing faction members out of revenge.
Yesterday, everyone had been peaceful, quietly questing, leveling, and running dungeons. Today, it was as if they’d all awakened at once, howling and brawling.
…
Zou Zhuo, Lin Xue, and their team temporarily set aside their leveling quests, joining the Horde in clashing with the Alliance.
Watching honor kills pop up one after another on the screen, Zou Zhuo felt an immense sense of satisfaction.
“So killing enemy players gives honor! And with honor, you can raise your rank! Damn, forget quests today—let’s just go on a killing spree!”
Old P looked speechless. “Fatty, you’ve given away more honor kills than you’ve earned, haven’t you? I don’t get why a weak-ass Warrior like you is so into PvP…”
Zou Zhuo was having a blast, but he was dying the most in the group. In large-scale PvP events like this, low-level Warriors were one of the most miserable classes. Ranged players could just lob skills from a distance; even with bad aim, with so many enemies around, their hit rate would naturally skyrocket.
Zou Zhuo, on the other hand, was in a tough spot. Even if he zigzagged his way to the Alliance front line, he’d probably get focus-fired and taken out in one round.
But no one cared. So what if you died? Just resurrect and jump back in! As long as you landed one hit, you’d get an honor kill, and the sense of achievement was overwhelming.
In reality, if they had ever been to a battleground, they’d realize that this amount of honor kills was practically negligible…