Chapter 775: Magic Bag
Lin Xue took the adventure guidebook.
Opening the adventure guidebook, the main section was a map of Stormwind City, with a quest log on the right side. However, Lin Xue hadn’t accepted any quests yet, so the quest log was empty.
Lin Xue carefully studied the map of Stormwind City and couldn’t help but exclaim, “Stormwind is so huge! It feels even bigger than the Stormwind in *My World* from before?”
From the map, the layout of Stormwind City was basically the same as what she had seen in *My World*, with little change. But in terms of scale, it seemed much larger.
Lin Xue walked down from the gryphon roost and arrived at the central Trade District.
It was daytime, so the street lamps on both sides were not lit. At a three-way intersection, there was a signpost pointing to the Old Town, Cathedral Square, and the Gryphon Roost.
Fully armed Stormwind guards occasionally walked past Lin Xue, their eyes fixed straight ahead. Additionally, some guards stood at key points, all wearing uniform blue-and-white armor with the Alliance tabard on their chests, their attire perfectly coordinated.
Moreover, these guards’ patrol routes weren’t fixed. Some followed set paths, while others stood guard for a while before patrolling, but there seemed to be an underlying system to it.
As she passed, Lin Xue stole a glance at the soldiers’ faces beneath their helmets. Although the helmets covered them tightly, through the gaps, she could see that each soldier had a different appearance—probably auto-generated by the system’s character creation. Their builds also varied, some tall and imposing, others slightly shorter.
At the center of the Trade District stood a large bulletin board covered with notices, such as recruitment orders and mobilization decrees. However, these were only readable and didn’t trigger any quests—clearly, Chen Mo hadn’t implemented them yet...
Next to the bulletin board was a herald. If you talked to him, he would enthusiastically try to convince players to contribute to the Alliance.
The Trade District had many shops. Lin Xue randomly entered a weapon shop and found a wide array of weapons neatly displayed on shelves. There were short swords, scimitars, battle axes, staves, and more—a great variety. The prices varied, but Lin Xue couldn’t afford any of them, as she didn’t have a single copper coin on her.
Still, since she was sightseeing, there was no rush to buy Stormwind’s local specialties, so Lin Xue continued exploring.
There were plenty of shops—armor vendors, food sellers, all sorts. In addition, there was an auction house filled with all kinds of goods, including a few small pets.
Feeling a bit overwhelmed, Lin Xue entered an inn.
The inn had a very distinctive name: the Gilded Rose. The innkeeper was a human woman with orange hair. Seeing Lin Xue enter, she warmly greeted her, “Hello there, traveler. You look tired. Would you like to rest at my inn?”
Although Lin Xue was short on money, the innkeeper didn’t look down on her. Instead, she handed her a magic bag and a hearthstone, saying, “Feel free to come back anytime.”
“Wow, a hearthstone!”
Lin Xue knew exactly what this item was for. In *I Am MT*, using a hearthstone instantly teleported you back to your bound inn—it was practically a travel artifact in Azeroth.
The magic bag was a light yellow pouch, looking slightly smaller than a real-world backpack. It was called a magic bag because it was adorned with strange arcane runes and had the effect of a “dimensional backpack.”
Though it seemed small, it could hold a lot of items. The hearthstone inside took up only a tiny fraction of the space. Lin Xue strongly suspected that this bag could easily fit two or three chairs from the inn without any issue.
Moreover, once attached to her belt, the bag automatically transformed into a small buckle, looking like a simple decoration. It felt incredibly light, and she had no idea where the items inside were actually stored.
Clearly, the magic bag was designed this way to give a narrative and world-building justification for a game mechanic that was necessary but unrealistic in real life. Lin Xue wasn’t going to nitpick—after all, no one wanted to go on an adventure in Azeroth while lugging a huge backpack that couldn’t even fit an extra staff or axe.
During her stroll, Lin Xue also saw many other players who looked just as confused as she did. They all had human appearances, sightseeing the beauty of Stormwind City like tourists.
Besides humans, Lin Xue also spotted other races in Stormwind, such as night elves, draenei, dwarves, and gnomes. However, these were all NPCs. Some were tourists chatting in the city’s corners; others were merchants in Stormwind, though she wondered why they had left their homelands to come to the human capital. Still, it showed that the various races of the same faction in Azeroth were indeed on friendly terms.
Crossing the Trade District, Lin Xue finally reached the main gate of Stormwind.
General Hammond Clay, mounted on his warhorse, stood at the gate, watching every traveler entering Stormwind. On both sides of the bridge leading to the Valley of Heroes, human soldiers stood at intervals, creating a heavily guarded atmosphere.
Amidst the grand music and the chirping of birds from the forest, Lin Xue slowly walked across the bridge of the Valley of Heroes, gazing at the massive statues before her.
Kurdran Wildhammer.
Danas Trollbane.
Archmage Khadgar.
Alleria Windrunner.
General Turalyon.
In front of each statue was an epitaph, engraved with the hero’s name and biography. The epitaphs were written in an incomprehensible symbolic language, but when Lin Xue looked at them, a Chinese translation automatically appeared.
After seeing the main gate, Lin Xue continued inward, visiting the Mage Quarter, Cathedral Square, the Dwarven District, and the Old Town one by one.
The Mage Quarter, with its purple roofs, was a gathering place for mages and warlocks. It also had alchemy supply shops, herbalism trainers, and other professional NPCs, though these functions seemed not yet available. Aside from chatting with them and learning about the uses of each profession, she couldn’t actually learn them herself.
The Mage Quarter also had an inn, or rather a tavern, called the “Blue Recluse.” A table of dwarves was drinking and loudly discussing a story about hunting down a dragon years ago—whether it was boasting or true, she couldn’t tell.
Lin Xue wanted to have a drink here, but she still had the same problem: no money...
“Looks like my top priority is finding the payment portal in Stormwind...” Lin Xue muttered to herself.
Walking across the lush grass of the Mage Quarter, Lin Xue occasionally caught NPCs glancing at her. After all, everyone here wore cloth robes, even the children who were mage apprentices. Only Lin Xue, clad in leather armor, stood out as out of place.