Chapter 859: The Tour Guide

Amid a flurry of urging from the bullet comments, Zou Zhuo entered *Oasis*.

Zou Zhuo's character in *Oasis* looked pretty similar to his real self—a slightly chubby, bespectacled homebody. Of course, his facial features and physique had been somewhat enhanced.

Stepping out of his mansion's front door, he saw a massive wooden sailboat moored at the dock ahead.

On the boat, several green-skinned, short-statured goblin crew members were bustling about. Some were coiling ropes, others hauling cargo.

Spotting Zou Zhuo, one goblin crew member called out, "Hey, time is money, my friend! The ship's about to set sail!"

Zou Zhuo quickly jogged over and boarded the vessel, while the goblin crew kept working.

"Cast off! Next stop, Orgrimmar!"

With the captain's shout, the sailboat slowly pulled away from the dock.

Zou Zhuo stood on the deck, watching the shimmering water recede beneath him. Driven by the sea breeze, the ship gradually picked up speed, heading steadily toward the horizon.

Soon, the island with the mansion vanished completely from sight, replaced by endless blue seawater. Zou Zhuo stood at the bow, gazing into the distance.

Suddenly, his perspective shot upward, soaring high into the sky.

From this elevated, god-like viewpoint, he could clearly see the sailboat he was on docking at a pier. Farther away stretched a reddish-brown land.

Nestled among layers of red mountains, a magnificent city flickered in and out of view.

Many airships were flying toward Orgrimmar, landing at the docking station by the entrance, then slowly taking off again after a brief pause.

From above, Orgrimmar felt completely different from Stormwind City.

Stormwind looked orderly, with each district neatly squared off. Orgrimmar, by contrast, was more circular in layout, with open spaces between buildings that seemed chaotic or haphazard. Yet this didn't feel irritating; instead, it radiated a wild, primal beauty.

Architecturally, all of Orgrimmar's buildings featured orange roofs and were made of wood and stone, identical to the orcish style in *Warcraft*.

"Clang, clang."

The ship docked. Zou Zhuo disembarked and dashed straight for Orgrimmar's gates.

Before he even reached the entrance, a grand background music swelled in his ears.

The dense beat of war drums and blare of horns intertwined—rough and untamed. Combined with the reddish-brown earth everywhere, Orgrimmar's massive gates, and the Horde war banners hanging from the walls, a surge of excitement and adrenaline welled up inside him.

At Orgrimmar's entrance, many orc guards armed with battle-axes patrolled. These green-skinned orcs were slightly taller than Zou Zhuo and far bulkier; one of their arms was thicker than his leg.

Unlike the human guards of Stormwind, who wore full plate armor, these orc warriors only protected their vital points with leather armor. Their most striking feature was their massive shoulder pads, adorned with sharp spikes like the fangs of a wild beast.

"Blood and thunder!"

"Strength and honor!"

"Lok-tar ogar!"

"Are you here to serve the Horde too?"

Even the guards' dialogue and lines brimmed with battle-hardened wildness.

These orc guards showed no hostility toward Zou Zhuo, treating him as a default member of the Horde.

In the bullet comments, many viewers were asking.

"Where's Chen Mo? Don't mess with us, little fatty!"

"Yeah, hand over Chen Mo within three minutes!"

Zou Zhuo quickly explained, "Hold on, hold on! He's coming! He told me to wait at Orgrimmar's entrance!"

Just as he finished speaking, a crow flew over from the distance.

The crow circled in front of Zou Zhuo, then landed and transformed into a humanoid form.

His face was hidden beneath a cloak and hood, making it impossible to see clearly. The figure resembled Medivh, but his attire differed significantly from Medivh's.

No need to guess—it had to be Chen Mo.

After all, who else in Orgrimmar could pull off that crow-transformation trick? Because... the druid class wasn't even unlocked yet!

A large crowd of players had already gathered at Orgrimmar's entrance.

Zou Zhuo had announced on his stream that Chen Mo would guest-star as a tour guide, leading everyone through Orgrimmar. The news spread fast. Many players had specifically logged into their VR pods and rushed to Orgrimmar's gates just to catch Chen Mo.

These players were all blood elves without exception—tall and short, with different hair colors and outfits, all auto-generated based on their default appearances.

Looking at the assembled crowd, Chen Mo slowly spoke.

"Honored guests from afar, welcome to Orgrimmar. I will guide you through every detail of this city. Are you... ready?"

But what surprised many was that this didn't sound like Chen Mo's usual voice. It was deeper, raspier, reminiscent of voice acting in many Western fantasy games.

"We're ready!"

"Not ready!" someone shouted, probably out of mischief.

To everyone's surprise, the players' voices also seemed modified. Not only were they all speaking flawless standard Mandarin, but they sounded crisp and clear.

Logically, with so many players, it was impossible for everyone to have no accent at all. Yet that was exactly the case—as they chattered away, their voices closely matched the blood elf voice acting, like a group of real blood elves conversing.

Chen Mo raised his right hand lightly. Most of the people present turned semi-transparent, becoming incredibly light, able to walk slowly through the air without falling.

As for those who had shouted "Not ready," they awkwardly realized the spell hadn't been cast on them.

"We're ready too!" they quickly yelled, but Chen Mo had already led the enchanted players, strolling upward into the sky...

The remaining players regretted it bitterly, wishing they could slap themselves: "Stupid mouth! Stupid mouth!"

They tried to chase after them, but it was tough—the first group had already flown away.

After Chen Mo cast the spell on them, their bodies became semi-transparent, allowing them to walk freely in the air at a speed far faster than walking. In the blink of an eye, they had left the ground-bound group far behind.

Aside from muttering, "A Dou Zong master, terrifying as expected," the remaining players could only awkwardly run on the ground, trying to keep up, maintaining some distance from the airborne group in hopes of catching a bit of the tour.

You try to mooch off a tour guide at a scenic spot, and now in a game, you're still mooching off a tour guide...