Chapter 1107: Lord Fordring of the Plaguelands (First Update)
The Horde players never expected the Alliance to suddenly charge out of the Snowfall Fortress. Caught off guard, their formation fell into chaos. The few isolated players at the front were quickly picked off, and the entire formation collapsed at the first touch.
It was the same script as before. After this decisive team fight, Snowfall Graveyard was secured by the Alliance, while the Snowfall Fortress Commander and the Horde’s first and second towers were hanging by a thread.
In the end, the Alliance won the Alterac Valley battle by a narrow margin of a few dozen reinforcements.
The moment victory was achieved, the Alliance battleground channel erupted in cheers.
“Holy crap, we actually won!!”
“I can’t believe we pulled that off after how the start went! Unbelievable!”
“Is this game this realistic? We were getting crushed by the Horde at the start with no way to fight back, and then we swap the commander and suddenly we’re the ones crushing them?”
“I think the commander is one thing, but don’t you think I carried pretty hard too?”
“Long live the Alliance! Queue up again—I’ve fallen in love with this battleground!!”
Many Alliance players had been so beaten down they didn’t want to queue for Alterac Valley anymore, but after this incredible comeback, everyone’s passion for the battleground was reignited.
They had already experienced Warsong Gulch and Arathi Basin before, with different mechanics and player counts, but overall, the battleground gameplay was getting more and more intense. But when it came to intensity and the art of commanding, nothing beat a large-scale battleground.
In a 40v40 battleground like Alterac Valley, the roles of both individuals and teams were pushed to their limits.
Although in massive team fights, even the most skilled solo player could be focused down and killed in seconds, some powerful individuals could still play a crucial role. For example, a skilled rogue could repeatedly steal the flag and pick off isolated enemy players, while a high-level hunter guarding the flag could ensure rear security; classes with AoE like mages and warlocks could have a huge impact in siege battles, and a single clutch heal from a healer could create a butterfly effect…
So, whether in small skirmishes or large-scale team fights, as long as a player knew what they were doing, any class could have a decisive impact on the battle.
And in large-scale battles, with spells flying everywhere, enemies falling in waves, and honor kills flooding the screen, the thrill and sense of accomplishment were hard to match in smaller battlegrounds.
So, the Alliance players felt their blood boil and immediately queued for another Alterac Valley battle.
Ten minutes later, these Alliance players stood behind the bridge, staring at the huge gap in reinforcements, questioning their life choices.
What the hell… why isn’t that human mage with the long name queuing anymore???
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Meanwhile, Zou Zhuo, Old P, and the others arrived in Western Plaguelands, ready to start their push to level 60.
These players were already leveling pretty fast, since after playing in sleep mode, they could continue in normal mode during the day. Their playtime was solid—ordinary office workers couldn’t really compare…
In short, when it came to leveling in World of Warcraft, technique was one thing, but the most critical factor was time, since the game was time-based.
Zou Zhuo looked at the map: “So… this river is called the Sorrow Hill River? I think I can vaguely see a small farm way up north.”
Old P also looked into the distance: “Yeah, there does seem to be a small farm. There should be quests there.”
“Let’s go check it out.” As they rode north on their mounts, they chatted, “Old P, your family’s Plaguelands is seriously messed up. Leveling in a place like this is just pure torture…”
Old P was exasperated: “How many times do I have to tell you—it’s not ‘my family’s Plaguelands’! Is it ours? It belongs to the Lich King… How many times do I have to explain the difference between us and the Scourge? Besides, even though I chose an undead, I’m still pretty depressed in a place like this, okay?”
The group followed the east bank of the Sorrow Hill River north and actually found a small hut in a very hidden spot.
The hut was dilapidated, just like every other building in the Plaguelands. At the door sat an unremarkable old man, repairing his hammer on the doorstep.
Zou Zhuo glanced from atop his kodo beast from a distance: “Is that a human?”
Old P: “But his name is green—friendly NPC.”
Zou Zhuo stared at the hammer in the NPC’s hands, drooling: “Look at that hammer in his hands, glowing with an icy blue light. With that visual effect, it’s definitely no ordinary weapon. What do you think, if we kill him, would it drop…”
Lin Xue’s face was full of black lines: “I don’t know if it would drop, but I do know we’d all get hammered to death by him… Open your cow eyes and look—level 61 elite…”
Old P muttered: “I haven’t played much Dark Souls, but I know that randomly killing NPCs usually doesn’t end well…”
Zou Zhuo, still eyeing the NPC’s hammer with envy, walked up to him.
“Tirion Fordring? Why does that name sound familiar, like I’ve heard it somewhere?” Zou Zhuo scratched his tauren head.
Old P: “No idea. The old man looks pretty ordinary—unremarkable, with a white beard. Anyway, let’s just take the quests first.”
Seeing them approach, Lord Fordring greeted them warmly.
“Race does not determine honor. As long as you stay on my farm, remember and respect this creed. I have seen orcs who were as noble as the most honorable knights, and I have seen humans who were as evil as the most cruel undead Scourge.”
“Ah, I shouldn’t bore you with stories from my youth. There is much to be done. If you’re willing to stay here, I hope you can prove your worth by doing something… perhaps start with the plague dogs. I can’t offer much in the way of payment, but if you succeed, come back and chat with me, and we can share a hearty meal—that wouldn’t be bad, would it?”
Zou Zhuo tugged on Old P’s mage robe: “See? This old man is pretty friendly, isn’t he? He’s even inviting us to eat together.”
Old P nodded and whispered, “Yeah, NPCs that offer meals are pretty rare. Let’s ask what quests he has here.”
Old Fordring continued: “Even ordinary wild animals have turned into ferocious man-eating beasts. I ask you to kill those creatures that attack the innocent from the air—the plague bats.”
“Oh, and my food supplies are running low. I have to admit, I no longer have any food to share with you. Could you do an old man a small favor? The only creatures near here untouched by the plague are carrion worms. Their taste isn’t great, but their meat can be stored for months. I need to stockpile hundreds of pounds of meat for the coming winter!”
“Your expressions don’t look too good. Is there a problem?”
Old Fordring looked at the petrified group with great concern.
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