Have you ever believed that masturbation could send you to the afterlife?

Lu Tian had experienced the world's most humiliating way to die and was reborn in a world that he once read of, although it turned out to be a fanfiction!

Lu Tian now known as Xaoi Tian gained memory of his previous owner who was Xaoi Yu's brother despite not sharing the same mother as his mother was a mistress, because of the fear that Xaoi Tian might fight for the right to inherit the land. Xaoi Tian was exiled by his father Xaio Zhao Tian. 

Now reborn after surviving a poison attempt done by the eldest son of the Xaoi Family, he intends to take revenge on those who wronged him and made his parent suffer because of him.

Watch how Xaoi Tian using the powers he gained from the tattoos as well as the Warcraft System. Will transform from a useless boy into a natural born Commander who will sweep the world and regain his mother's revenge as well as becoming an Emperor of his own country


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This is a Fanfiction, of a fanfiction. I am writing this for the fun of it.

following the adventures of a transmigrator Otaku who loves World of Warcraft and gets reincarnated in Azeroth

beware. im a lazy auther.

Horde Woods, Outside Doveria, 

The Moon had risen casting its silvery glow throughout the woods. A breeze blew up the dry leaves and grass tendrils. The only thing one could hear in the silence of the night was the sound of leaves, bushes, and branches swaying in the breeze. 

Kai and Arnold slowly walked towards the denser part of the woods. Kai was holding his staff in his left-hand illuminating the path with a fiery light which worked as the substitution of sunlight. But, it only cleared the vision of only a few meters.

"Arnold, I sensed something, perhaps the movement of a 
monster." warned Kai.

"What! then we should get ready for a fight."

"They are around 10-15 in numbers and..."

"And, what?" asked Arnold.

Suddenly, The sound of howling filled the woods. Kai and Arnold looked in the direction from where the sound came from. Two 40 feet tall trees were crossing each other forming an Arc, which looked like the entrance to the most dangerous part of the woods. From a distance, some shadows appeared from the arc. Their eyes gleaming in the darkness. 

Kai and Arnold took their positions covering each others' back. The wild dogs came rushing towards them. They all had blackish complexion, Red Gleaming eyes around 130 feet tall. Their tails were elongated and developed into a sharp knife-like object. A Panel appeared above their head stating that they were Normal Ranked monsters of Lv. 28.

They all fired a volley of knives from their tails.
Kai opens the menu and then selects a move from his attack list...

"Here comes my counter-attack, [Astral Shield], " A round shield appeared before them. It was glowing in the darkness with a red pearl in between. The knives stabbed the shield but were weak enough to get stopped. The shield then deflected all the knives with x2 times more power. The hounds got stuck to the trees. Their Hit Points slowly but steadily decreased until half of their Hit Points left.

"Now it's my turn,
[Heavens Wrath]" cried Arnold.

RUMMMBLEE...

The thunder started to rumble in the skies above Arnold and soon a wave of thunder hit his Long Sword, increase the damage and agility of the weapon.
"How did you just do it without opening the menu?" asked a surprised Kai.

"I don't know, I just said the move I wanted to use and the system made it happen," replied Arnold.

"I see, this means the system has a voice command initiation method. It means that we just need to say that move and system will make it happen until we have our physical strength and Mana Points." thought Kai.

Arnold rushed towards the hounds, carrying his sword with both of his hands. The sword was covered in a bluish light and was glowing in the dark. He stabbed two of them and their Hit Points fell to Zero. Both of the hounds vanished leaving nothing... not even the trace of their existence.

Ting... Ting... Ting...

A panel opened before Arnold showing the items and money he received after slaying the monsters.
He closed the panel without looking.

He again rushed forward and slashed the head of one of the hounds depleting his Hit Points to Zero.

Arnold belonged to the class called the [KNIGHT] It was one of the twelve main classes. It comes in the category known as [STRENGTH].

The classes in 'WarCraft Online' is divided into three categories:

First one is [STRENGTH], It comprises of basically close combat classes which have higher Hit Points but Lower Mana Points. There are four classes in it, namely

Barbarian
Fighter
Knight
Mercenary

Second is, [AGILITY], It comprises of weapon-based classes who excel in terms of Attack Speed, Movement Speed and Spying. There are a total of four classes in it, namely, 

Archer
Thief
Myrmidon
Pirate

The third is, [Magic], It comprises of ranged classes which excel in the Art of Magic. Their Mana Points are higher in comparison to the other two categories but their Hit Points are comparatively Lower than any of the categories. There are four classes in it, namely, 

Bard
Mage
Priest
Shaman

All twelve classes evolve into different classes with higher Hit Points, Agility and Mana Points. For example, A Mage can evolve into three different classes:

Sorcerer
Sage
Bishop

Class evolution was introduced in the second update of 'WarCraft Online'. It attracted millions of players worldwide.

"[Meteor Crush], " cried Kai as two of the hounds came rushing towards him.

A light appeared at the tip of his staff and a portal appeared in front of Kai. After some seconds several small meteorites started hitting the hounds which lowered their Hit Points and annihilated them completely.

Kai and Arnold defeated all the hounds and scanned the whole area. There was mass destruction caused by the battle. The trees had several holes on their trunks. Smoke fumed through the burnt grass and the dry leaves that fell on the ground were half burnt. The smell of burning filled the air around the area.

"That was close, We totally annihilated them." cheered Arnold.

"Yeah, It was a good battle. I loved it but, we don't know if the death in this world is the end or not," said Kai.

"Then, let us make you feel it..." came a voice from behind them.

Kai and Arnold turned back to find that Five players were blocking their way to the city. All wore blood red cloaks and were hooded. They covered themselves with head to toe. Even their face was hidden behind a mask.

"Who are you?" asked Arnold.

"We are Player Killers and we belong to a guild called, 
[THE DEATH REAPER]

" I have heard of them, earlier when it was just a game, several players resorted to player killings and were often referred to as PKs or Player Killers. They are skilled warriors who often killed players for fun and loot. 
They even undertook several missions from NPCs to kill Feudal Lords that were NPCs." explained Kai.

"Looks like someone had already done his homework, We are the one referred to as the founders of the satanic guild in 'WarCraft Online." jested the guy in the middle.

"Oh, if that's the case then get ready to die here. I promise I won't let you leave this place alive, in one piece." barked Arnold.

"I see, Guys let's teach this guy, who's boss here." said the guy in the middle.

"[Heavens Clock]," cried Kai and the time around them slowed down.

Heavens Clock, a spell that could be only obtained by doing a legendary quest. It slows down the time in 100 meters range. It's cast time is 2 minutes and Cooldown is 7 minutes.

(Cast time, it is the time till which a spell or ability has its effect.)

(Cooldown, it is the time in which a spell or ability can be reused by the player.)

"Hehe...Let's see who is the master here." challenged Kai.

"W...hat...di...d...you...d..do...I...ca..n't...mo...ve...pro..per...ly," struggled the guy.

"Nothing... Just a little bit of magic." chuckled Kai.

"y..ou...bas...ta...rd...I...w..., "

"Don't struggle yourself it will just take a minute, <<Heavens Curse>>, " cried Kai.

The wind started to blow heavily and the sky crackled like it was about to come down. Thunders roared and the wind swept everything that came into its way.

"You thought, We were weak and you could kill us and take our items but you crossed your path with the wrong person. I will annihilate you. Now burn, burn in the flames of my anger..." roared Kai."

"Who...ar...re...y..you?" hesitated the guy.

"I am Kai, The one you know as ' The Astral God', "

"What! he was my friend from the very beginning and I didn't know it, I should have known that he's the one called 'The Astral God', many also referred to him as
'The God of Virtual Reality', we travelled together and yet I didn't know it." cursed Arnold.

"Please...Please forgive us, we will never kill any player." begged the guy.

"You should have thought it before but now you will see the Wrath of A God. You wanted to show us how it felt dying, now show yourselves,  how does it felt after dying," shouted Kai and snapped his fingers.

The sky became red and balls of fire showered in the woods, annihilating all the things that came into their way. An invisible barrier protected Kai and Arnold so, the flames got deflected. As for the player killers, they were burnt alive and got annihilated.

After the shower stopped, Kai scanned the area and found that the trees were totally burned in the radius of the spell, leaving the ashes on the ground. The smell of burnt flesh shrouded his nose. He slowly walked towards Arnold and stopped in front of him and kneeled down.

"It's over, let's head back," said Kai in a low voice.

"Why... Why you hid all this from me, Didn't you trusted me?" questioned Arnold...

Eliza was sitting in front of the mirror, the maids and annoying friends and cousins left the room after they dressed her . 
She closed her eyes calming the storm inside her and reminding herself to be strong but failed. She opened her eyes and sighed , "how did i end up here ", she asked herself even though she knew the answer. 

She looked around her, this was her room, her safe haven, where no one could harm her.

Then she looked herself in the mirror , today was wedding and everyone supposed her to wear a white wedding gown but she white was never her color, she was not a white lotus or white dove or anything like that. She was fire, burning to engulf everything that comes in between her path. 

So against everyone's wishes she chose a red wedding gown. Everyone tried to talk to her, convince her to follow the tradition but she was not moved and didn't changed her decision, if she did then she was not Eliza Alessandro Farnese , Fourth of her name, daughter of Alessandro Crisologo Farnese and Beatrice Ercole Este . 

She was wearing blood red colored gown which very well complemented her long waist length pitch black hair, she had emerald eyes which she inherited from her father, she had a beauty spot  right side above the upper lip. At first look Eliza's face had nothing special but if looked upon carefully you would notice there was something burning in her eyes, she was like fierce goddess descended from heaven . Her figure was not at all petite nor her complexion was pale like her sisters and cousins because she never believed in the concept of starving yourself to make your body pleasing to the eyes , she believed in strength and for strength your body needs nutrition, so she never skipped any meals.  

Eliza was first born, she was supposed to be the heiress to the Farnese family, she  practiced for this daily for past twenty three years of her life . She persevered not just to be a lady or duchess but to be the empress of the whole Crosolo, she was well versed with  state and country politics, state affairs, revenue system , trading and war art. She had special training with monk Yamakuto in Warcraft and also controlling her special powers, about which no one knew  except her father and her teacher monk yamakuto.

Two weeks ago her father, the duke of Artemesia  passed away from long standing illness. Artemesia  might not be the biggest state of Crosolo but was a powerful state. And she was ready to take over her father's seat with all the training she had she thought she was ready. How naive of her to think that, one thing her father forgot to teach her that was gender bias. This existed even in 21st century. 

When the day of coronation came her world was toppled .

Knock Knock 
Eliza's trail of thought paused , " come in "  soon after saying this she regretted. It was her mother in plain but elegant black gown which had delicate floral embroidery at end of it, when Beatrice saw her daughter her eyes turned misty. She thought to herself how beautiful and regal her daughter looked. "Spare me your crocodile's tears and please leave " Eliza said trying best to contain her anger. This made her mother even more sad. " I know you are angry with, you think i did injustice to you , but trust me its not a curse, its a boon. "

"Its gonna be alright nicco" she said to paccify him, "but i am scared" he said looking at her with eyes filled with fear, anguish and tears. 

"I know, its alright  to be frightened, it means you are not a brave fool , now listen to me carefully, i am going out,  when i signal you just run, run like your life depends on it because it does  and never look back , i repeat never look back, at least one of us will get to live"

"No i won't leave you " he cried  .

 But she ignored him, closed her eyes counted till three and opened her eyes which were now filled with burning fire , her emerald eyes were no longer  soft they were burning send chills to spine and she finally  moved out of the dark alley where they were hiding. She said to herself if she is going to die then she will die fighting and not like coward hiding.



NOTE - Please Don't be grammar nazi , and ignore the mistakes

"The evil god isn't as scary as we thought…" After the movie, the viewers felt like this Evil God Loki was quite entertaining.
"I thought I would be scared senseless by this movie!" Elf Girl Sala put down her virtual reality headset and began to talk about it excitedly with the elves around her.
"Such a weak god. Hahahaha…" A big white deer joined their discussion.
"I feel like the part when he caught the arrow is the most interesting." A dog-headed man joined them too.
"I wonder if there are more 'movies' of this style!" some new customers asked while sitting down beside them.
"Sir!" The elves looked at Mr. Fang expectantly.
"Probably not recently," Mr. Fang said, "We'll soon have a new game, but not movies."
"A game?!"
"What new game?!"
Even the assassins who were playing World of Warcraft in a zone quite far away walked over upon hearing this news.
Having spent only two hours on the movie, the players still had lots of time left today.
While the elves talked about the movie with Jiang Xiaoyue and Little Bell in excitement, others entered the game and began today's exploration.
…
By now, most of the players had reached levels over 50 in World of Warcraft. Right now, the max level in World of Warcraft was level 60. After reaching the highest level, the players could choose to play different styles, including casual, PVE, or PVP. 
During leisure time, the players could go to the battlegrounds and improve their combat techniques, or they could try blacksmithing, enchanting, gathering, or even touring the world.
On the windowsills at the northeast corner of the shop, there were several pots of blue gladiolus orchids, the special plants that could only be found in the Morning Light Empire. The dwarves and mages were sitting at computers near the flowers.
A box of spicy sticks sat on Mage Adolf's computer desk, and he had eaten more than half of the box while watching the movie.
Without thinking, he stuffed one into his mouth.
"Elder Sauk, come and take a look at this blueprint. Can you create it?" Adolf asked with a scroll of recipes in his hand, "Some of us mages formed a group and looted this while you watched the movie."
For Dwarf Elder Sauk, even though the artifact-making techniques in the Legend of Sword and Fairy 4 were inspiring, blacksmithing and alchemy were still his specialties.
In World of Warcraft, there were equipment that brought some classes great glories for one generation, and such god-tier equipment could be obtained through blacksmithing.
For example, the recipe for 'Destiny' that he was holding.
As everyone knew, reaching the max level was only the beginning in World of Warcraft.
Two max-level players would have a great difference in strength if one of them was well-equipped and the other was poorly-equipped.
As told by its name, Destiny had tremendous power in the blade, and the player with this weapon would feel as if they could control their destiny.
It was the first of the seven weapons in World of Warcraft that had legendary backgrounds.
Elder Sauk instantly widened his eyes.
"My goodness! What's this?!"
While exclamation sounded, many people nearby also looked over and intensely stared at the purple epic two-handed longsword that could be made by blacksmiths.
"Elder! Can… you make this sword?!" Dwarf Warrior Raff stuck out his hairy head and stared at the screen with envy in his eyes.
"Be patient! I'm… doing the quest for the master blacksmith!" Elder Sauk looked smug. While he was chatting, he put down his virtual reality headset with his mouse cursor hovering on the recipe that he had traded from Adolf. "I'm doing the quest named 'The Art of the Imbue'. I don't think anyone in World of Warcraft is faster than me!"
"No…" Dwarf Raff said, "I meant, with this detailed blueprint, can you make it in your blacksmith workshop?"
He meant the workshop in the real world.
"This…" Dwarf Elder Sauk thought for a moment and said, "I'm afraid that I can't do it until I've mastered all the blacksmith skills in this game."
"In other words, it's entirely possible?!"
The Art of the Imbue, as was indicated by the name, was to inject magic energy into items.
As a result, the equipment created in World of Warcraft had many powerful magic attributes.
On the other side, Grand Mage Adolf was studying enchanting and alchemy with many other mages.
"Hiss… Look at this healing potion; it can heal wounds in a flash…" Adolf said, "Dicas, I think we must study its creation process."
Different from Diablo, one could find in complete production methods of things in World of Warcraft due to the existence of professions.
…
In a corner close to the entrance of the shop.
The golden griffin knights obviously didn't spend much time on discussion after watching 'The Avengers'.
"Huh?" After chatting with the elves for a while, Helen turned to look at Commander Elven's screen and found that he had gone to the Eastern Plaguelands.
"Commander, what are you doing here?" Some knights came over and watched him play.
"Yesterday, in the west of the Eastern Plaguelands, I met an old knight who had been exiled for treason because he had saved an orc," Commander Elven said, "My guts told me that there are some secret stories in this place. I plan to do this quest, and it will give me lots of experience points."
On his screen was an old paladin named Fordring.
…
In the lounge area, the elves were still talking about 'The Avengers' that they had just finished watching.
They were sitting on the couches in the lounge area in a circle.
Elder Sewell was enjoying a mug of Cappuccino casually.
Sitting across from her were a group of orcs who were talking animatedly.
[Ding-dong.] Jiang Xiaoyue's communication jade made a sound, and she took it out and chatted on it cheerfully.
"You guys all have this thing?! You can use QQ on this thing as well?!"
"This communication jade is an updated version after we studied the cellphones shown in the shop's games…" Jiang Xiaoyue glanced at the elves. "Don't you have this? I remember there are cellphones in the new game and the movie Resident Evil…"
"Aren't they virtual objects?" Elder Sewell said curiously.
"But you can open and study them."
"Ah-?!"
"We can open and study them?!" Elder Sewell looked astonished. "Then, then… The Avengers…"
Everyone looked over in astonishment.
"Didn't you know that?" Jiang Xiaoyue looked at her in surprise. "We can do it in all the games and movies."
"Ya-!" 
We always thought they are fake!
Obviously, the elves and mages had always thought that they could only practice combat techniques in the games.
…


We’ve had systems that help the MCs make pills, steal skills from legendary masters, and even be forced to show off to earn points, but what about a system that allows one to run a virtual reality internet cafe, featuring all the classic games?

Our MC awakens in a new world (Truck-kun strikes again) and finds himself with a mysterious system that allows him to run a fully self-sufficient virtual reality internet cafe! What? Opening an internet cafe in a cultivator world? You can now surf the internet, watch dramas, and play video games?!

One Emperor Warrior cried after visiting MC’s shop, “Damn, Blizzard completes my life!”
Another Yuan River Realm cultivator gasped after drinking Sprite, “What is this sorcery?” 

What else did the MC bring to the cultivator world? Come join us on this adventure as Fang Qi faces off against cultivation sects and major forces with his collection of modern treasures.

He is high above, is a mysterious and terrible king of wild, can see the marriage of a person at a glance, hate a woman to the extreme, but when she sees her first sight, it is recognized, all the way to pet, hurt.
     She humbled through, a magical medical technique, not tempted by many beautiful men around her, just wanted to become strong, worthy of the man like God, but when she determined her mind, she found that she had been married for many years...
     ......
     When wronged:
     She slammed the iceberg big man in front of her. "Everyone else said that I climbed you high, but it is obvious that you are eating old grass!"
     A man grabs the key and laughs very enchantingly. "That must be eaten by the husband to reconfirm that the grass is tender and tender!"
     Said, he put out the red candle...
     ......
     The world says:
     The savage king is a person who has no heart and seven passions.
     A woman is very worried about her big stomach. He can be absolutely passionate. Who is stuffed in her bell

-Same author as that SI PKMN fic "Y'Know Nothing Jon Snow" 
*SI as a Gnoll in Warcraft~ MC that'll do anything to get powerful. This fic was in hiatus but the author seem to be getting back on it, hopefully
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Sypnosis: Life is a funny thing. Sometimes it does right by you, sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes it throws you such a ridiculous curve ball that you wake up as a baby trash mob in a land where honest conversation is something the locals think to be a food group. Why must life be so cruel? OC-Self Insert
Rated: T
Words: 21K
Posted on: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12152244/1/World-of-Whatcraft (Umodin) 

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-I'll be putting the chapter ones of all the fanfics mentioned, to give you guys a sample if you wan't more please do go to the website and support the author! (And maybe even convince them to start uploading chapters in here as well!)

Chapter 1

For those that want to read the original variation of this story, it is in a new thread titles "Umodin's Penitentiary of Warcraft Plotbunnies!" It will also be used to, as the title suggests, put other ideas. There's already a new, never-before seen Warcraft story up there!
And yes, yes the name is stupid. And no, I won't change it.
Anywho, on with the show!

At first, he couldn't understand what was going on.
In those first few days and weeks, or however much time truly passed, the world was nothing more than a confusing blend of colors and noise. Green and tan ups, blue and black downs, brown and grey blurs and cackles of insidious laughter. His mind refused to function properly, sifting to and fro as if he was in a fevered dream; those few thoughts that were fully formed were pulled into a jumbled mess of gibberish that followed neither rhyme nor reason.
This was not to say that it would have done much good had he been able to think properly. The body and mind were one in this regard, and he could not stay awake long enough for it to matter in any case. Consciousness was a fleeting thing, coming and going like a moonless tide. Sometimes, he would start to rouse, his mind on the brink of truly waking up, only to fade back into a slumbered embrace before he could comprehend anything. Most times, he just slept. A perpetual cycle of nothingness and bare existence.
Then one day, random and ordinary all the same, he awoke to that which made no sense.
He was lain in a pile of twigs and grass, with a smattering of naked, infant animals for company. They looked ugly, almost identical to baby squirrels, save for the longer limbs and the fuller backs. Above them stood one gigantic and monstrous looking figure, staring at them with fevered eyes whilst a puddle drool welled from its muzzle.
No… Monstrous was the incorrect word to describe this thing, though it felt close. It stood on two legs yet had claws and paws instead of hands and feet. Its body was top-heavy, with a hunched back, a mane of mottled brown fur with black stripes, and a jittery head. And what a head it was, hosting a pair of beady black eyes and a savage, lupine muzzle. This was not a monstrosity; this was a predator– no matter how alien its appearance seemed.
The predator stuck out its tongue and licked the razors it called teeth, slurping as it did so. A paw struck down, grabbing one of the babies, a runty thing that was pale white with red eyes– Albino. Without warning the predator bit into the runt, blood splattering all around that drowned out the fatal shriek from behind those red-dyed canines. The predator cackled and, after swallowing the runt, reached for another.
Dream or reality or whatever this was, he knew that escape was all that mattered after seeing that. His limbs were weak and horribly uncoordinated, but they followed the panic of his mind and attempted to get away. He crawled for the equivalent of two or three steps when another ugly chomp brought about the dead shriek of one of the infants– his siblings, his pack.
Five more steps, clumsy and loud, until a clawed paw lifted him into the air. The action made him squeal in terror, a high-pitched sound that seemed to echo throughout their location. He was turned in the paw, until he was face-to-face with an open, bloodied mouth. There were bits of his infant kin scattered throughout the gumlines of those razor-sharp canines, guts and skin and even a mangled leg.
The predator cackled, laughing up a storm. Its beady eyes were lit, twinkling in a maddened form of jubilation.
"You run! You strong! Live, live, live, yes!" it proclaimed in a broken and strangled tone, almost as if it wasn't used to speaking. Then it started to snuffle and cackle once more. "Yowler me! Me yowl! You yowl too! Too much Yowler, though." It scratched its chin with its free paw, scrunching up its nose in a pointedly confused manner. Then it snapped its fingers, letting out one more snuffle. "No new Yowler, no, no! You Kowler, yes, yes!"
The predator then put the newly named Kowler down, patted his head like a dog, and once more grabbed another baby.
Kowler sat, stunned by what had just occurred. He had no clue as to how to process what he witnessed, what just occurred. And so, he turned to the only comfort he could grasp in his infantile state.
Sleep.
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/ ^ \
Yowler was his father.
Yowler was his father.
More than that, Yowler wasn't being horrible (well, he was). He was doing his actual job. He was sifting through one of his many nests of children, searching for pups with something wrong. The albino had been albino and was likely to have a slew of defects growing. Those other pups from Kowlers own nest had defects ranging from missing limbs to blindness. One wasn't even alive, it was a stillborn.
Of the seven pups that came from his specific nest, there were now only three. Including Kowler himself, the other two were thusly named Towler and Fowler respectively.
Originality was not one of his new sire's strong suits, it seemed.
His mother, nameless a beast that looked near identical to Yowler save for her being spotted whilst his father was striped, and her fur was grey instead of brown, was chuffing and feeding Towler from one of her six teets. She was also a little over a foot smaller than Yowler was.
But originality and brutality aside, what Yowler was, what Kowler now was, represented something… dire.
They were Gnolls.
More specifically, they were gnolls of the Redridge Pack, located in the western portion of the Redridge Mountains on the continent of the Eastern Kingdoms.
On the planet of Azeroth.
Call him slow, call him stupid or call him whatever you want, but Kowler knew Azeroth. It was, after all, where he'd dumped over a decade's worth of his former life into. Azeroth was the main point of interest in the World of Warcraft, literally taking on the World portion of that title. And the newly named Kowler knew Azeroth quite well.
Its land and lore, the people that played and the peoples that were made… he'd loved it all. It had been a game in which friends were cultivated, relationships that lasted the whole of his life were formed, and it was the medium in which he was introduced to different peoples and cultures that expanded his understanding of Earth and humanity as a whole.
But those details mattered little. What did it matter that he knew about cultures and people? Those cultures did not exist, not in this second life. And people? Humanity? He was no longer a human, no longer was he Rick from Florida. Now, he was a Gnoll, he was Kowler, and while he knew plenty about the human characters in the game, this was not a game anymore. If it were, Yowler would have been a pixilated looking fool, not a ferocious beast with the slightest semblance of intelligence.
And so, as days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, as Kowler's new body grew and he slowly gained a modicum of bodily independence, as the customs and beliefs of the gnolls and the genuine reality of his situation started to take root, a horribly nagging state of thought dragged at his mind.
The Gnoll race he now called kin were creatures made of filler content, existing solely so that the human adventurers and their Alliance counterparts could grow in strength. Only a select few gnolls were of any reputable worth in the lore of Warcraft, and only Hogger garnered any real traction, even if that traction was more of a joke than anything.
And sadly, it was not unfair to note the gnolls as such. They were savages, barely able to live in a cohesive unit. They listened to one thing and one thing only.
Strength.
This was the only reason that gnolls such as Yowler and Hogger were the dominant forces of their packs. Their brutality and carnal joy brought them heads above their kin, and to the gnolls, that meant they were worth following. To a gnoll, strength brought about security and survival, and thus only the strongest could lead.
Kowler understood. His newfound people were savages, true, but they were also simple. In order to survive, to thrive in a manner that suited them, they needed strength. He needed strength.
And the strength he yearned for could be learned by just anybody.
He wanted, needed to be unique, for his strength to eclipse anything Yowler or Hogger, anything that the gnolls could hope to attain. For his strength to equal or even go beyond even the heroes and villains of Azeroth. The name Kowler would join theirs, he decided. He would be as renowned, as beloved, as feared, as theirs were.
And then the thought changed into a question. How would he do such a thing?
He could follow the same paths that some of the heroes of Warcraft followed and-… No. Though he admired them and their like and was greatly inspired by their accomplishments, the heroes of Warcraft followed paths that he could not tread. Their backgrounds were rife with trials and tribulations beyond his ken, and their power was the result of years of toil and study and loss. Thrall had been a slave before he became warchief and world-shaman, Khadgar had been magically aged into an elderly seniority in a bid to stop his masters machinations, and Malfurion was constantly meditating within the Emerald Dream, ignoring the world around him and the passages of time. And those were only some the more well-known heroes– there were plenty of both better and lesser known ones with similar backgrounds.
No, in order to guarantee the strength that Kowler craved, he could not follow their examples. He needed to gain strength in a similar manner that the antagonists of Azeroth gained theirs.
Arthas had Frostmourne, Illidan had the Skull of Gul'dan, Gul'dan himself had the Burning Legion, Azshara had the Well of Eternity, Deathwing had N'zoth… There were so many enemies in Warcraft, all who attained power through similar means.
Kowler didn't entertain the notion of using any of the powers he'd just listed. They either no longer existed or would lead to madness and death, and they brought about far more pain than they were worth. But those villains, they all had one thing in common: they received their powers from a source that was beyond them, their power was something they did not naturally possess. Regardless as to whether it was power that was gifted or stolen, these villains became as powerful as they were through means that were not their own.
A slow, wicked grin took form on Kowlers muzzle, ideas beginning to take a more definitive shape. Azeroth was home to a… plethora of artifacts. Home to many fonts and peoples of power, all ripe for the taking, so long as one knew where to look. Artifacts and fonts of power that Kowler just so happened to know the locations of; the entirety of the Legion expansion pack was based around such things, after all, and he had been a proud altoholic during that time period.
Yes, that would do. It was better that these powers go to a worthy cause. Better that he take them before somebody misuses them. Kowler knew he wouldn't misuse them. In fact, he'd use them quite well.
He started to laugh. A whiney, chuffing sound that irritated his weak little throat. Then he rushed at his mother, bodily shoving Towler away so that he could take her furry teat to his mouth. It leaked milk, and in a fit of hunger Kowler latched on, greedily drinking his fill and more.
It did not taste good. It was a strong, sour liquid, thick like syrup and stinking like curdled piss. But Kowler did not care. He needed to grow, needed to get stronger. The milk of a mother was always the best, fastest way to grow, and while he was allowed to wean, he would do so.
And so, he drank. He drank and ignored the foul-tasting liquid with thoughts of the future, with thoughts of freedom and conquest. And the milk tasted sweet.

A/N So… I really hate myself sometimes. I just- why can I not keep to a single idea within WoW? I've read some awesome stories that were based around a single character, and I wanted to emulate them, but I keep thinking of different ways a story could go and before I know it I'm using this new idea instead of the actual story.
Well, at least this time I didn't feel too bad. I got stuck on Tharama's setup, and basically I didn't really know how to continue. I don't really do the whole Master/Apprentice shtick very well, I've learned. Or at least I don't do the build up for it well. Food for thought.
So, now we have Kowler, a Gnoll of the Redridge Pack. Born after the events of Warcraft 3, but before the events of World of Warcraft. Best way to describe it is with the beginning of the World of Warcraft cinematic. "Four years have passed." He was born in year one of those four years.
Now, you might ask what I have in store for this. And to that, I say more than I had planned for Tharama. In this case, I have a journey in mind, powers to gain, and other fun things to go off of. And I even known when these things will happen.
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On this day of Tuesday, June 13, 2016, all is quiet in a small house located a few streets away. 
Inside his messy room, where throne like war trophies, empty pizza boxes, socks worn for several days in a row, or even tissues with suspicious contents, the young man who gets excited about World of Warcraft is typing on his keyboard as frantically as if his life depended on it.
More excited than a raver on acid, his wet tongue hangs down so much he's so focused on the game on which he spends 19 hours a day.
His red eyes witnessing of an obvious lack of sleep slightly hidden by long brown hair, don't leave his computer screen for a moment, while every once in a while a curse coming out of his dry mouth suggest that his last meal was composed of eggs and ketchup.
"Fucking stupid mob, I'm going to put it deeply into your ass."
Lost in a world where his few contacts never have never had anything real, the neglected young man doesn't notice that between the few words more flowery one than the other, a change is taking place all around him.
In this dirty room, as in two other places in Clems, the universe distorts itself to finally make these three points converge into one.  
Too immersed in his favourite game and considering that the young man's brain is not the fastest to process the information that reaches him, when his fingers finally stop wiggling and he freezes, three seconds have passed. 
A normal person would only need a moment to be confused by the returned vision, but in his case it takes another two seconds for the dark-haired young man with the dirty mouth to be startled.
... As the aura thickened to take the shape of a kind of thick veil whose smell could remind one of marshmallows, James' office finally melts into a kind of pink fog.
As frightening as this most unusual situation was, it wasn't what troubled James the most. No, and for good reason: still able to discern the long-legged beauty, he thought it was a miracle when Jenny's silly expression became more and more discreet until finally disappearing completely. 
Faced with a paralyzed psychologist, the young woman's semi-empty green eyes filled with a gleam of intelligence. 
Her pretty lips, constantly forming a smiling "O", closed until they took on a more respectable position. 
Her little hands were still caressing the purring corpse of the cat but James could see that her arms no longer described the eccentric curves typical of illuminated people such as the beautiful one.
If he hadn't been so shocked, rendered speechless by the events in his own decrepit office, James would have tried to communicate with the beautiful caressing the dead cat, but before he could even say a word, a pain in the ass appeared.
Between the ages of 20 and 25, long dirty and tangled brown hair, sleepy red eyes, in looking closely James could discover two blue irises. This skinny, smelly boy wearing a simple Venom boxer shorts waving his fingers in the air had just disturbed his honest work as a school psychologist.
…
Under his chair still suspended a few inches above the ground, James can note that the punk didn't come alone. 
The psychologist often clarifies one point: He is not a neat freak. No, he appreciates that everything is in its place and considers the disorder in a house to be a sign of a disturbed mind.
It may therefore seem obvious that discovering the various soiled socks and empty bottles hanging around the room, James can only shrink when faced with so many unusual objects that defile his professional environment.
This new mental attack, added to the supernatural events still in progress, are not far from causing a heart attack to the professional who quickly swallows 3 new magic pills, of which by chance, he had kept the box in his shirt pocket.  
"Eh? Where am I and where's my computer?"
Jonas, who hasn't yet realized that not far from him stood a beautiful young woman caressing a corpse and that above his gaming chair an angry old man was looking at him furiously, makes this obvious observation: This is not his lair. 
Jonas is suddenly overcome with anguish. Not that disappearing from his room to appear in this place of which he doesn't even know the geographical position, really perturbs him, no, a hot flush seizes him when he imagines that by crossing space, it is possible that currently his warrior losing his last HP.
"Mr. Kovash, Rasputin says it's time to go through the gate."
A woman's voice? Social interaction isn't Jonas's strong point. In WoW, in order to being a smartass in front of a big-breasted Orc, he has sometimes playing the good-looking guy by showing off his stuff but...
... This time, this is different. The girl must certainly not be an Orc and by bending his head and despite this pink fog with a tempting smell, he can guess that his equipment is nothing more than a simple pair of underpants fitted three days ago. 
Shy, disconnected from reality, not to say a little asocial, Jonas turns his head in the direction of The Voice. Of course under no circumstances could it have been an Orc woman, however... 
"Fuck, what a pair of boobs."

He's a failed school psychologist, she's a particularly strange student. 
He's moping about his past, she's living in a fantasy world. 
He's consumed with regret, the joy of life emanates from her.

When after a consultation he opens the door of his grey-walled office, she plunges him into her fantastic world.

"You will live in the courtyard on the left in the future." When passing through a bamboo forest, Hu Gan stopped his footsteps and pointed to the front and said to Xiao Yan:

"This treatment is quite ok!" Looked in the direction of his fingers, Wu Fangzhen said.

There are two quiet and chic courtyards, surrounded by lush greenery and surrounded by green bamboo, which is especially secret. From the outside to the courtyard, small water pools, rockeries, covered bridges, Huating, dotted with exotic flowers and plants, give a sense of grandeur.

When he came to the front of the courtyard, Hu Gan led Xiao Yan into the courtyard on the right.

"Amber, how come you come to me?"

In the yard, a little girl in white, who is only 12 or 13 years old, is sitting on a stone bench, and I don't know what to chew in the mouth.

"Zi Yan, this kid is called Xiao Yan. Although he is hanging in the name of my outer court, he is already an old apprentice. In other words, he is your younger brother. From now on, he lives in you. Next door." Amber said faintly.

"Scorpion? Can he enter the eyes of the old man?" The little girl in white jumped from the stone bench, and a pair of black eyes with a big black eye looked at Xiao Yan and looked at it seriously.

"This kid is the super S-class potential, you have to get along well." After another smash, the dried stalk left.

"Teacher, the younger sister meets for the first time, this good thing will be given to you." After the dry, the little girl in white did not know where to take out two spherical fruits like metal plates, and handed one of them to Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan took the spherical fruit and looked at the little girl in white. The little girl only had his waist, and a faint long hair was draped vertically. Her cheeks were very white and tender, and the jade was like a beautiful jade.

"Teacher, this is a good thing, you are eating." Zi Yan held his chin on his hand and looked forward to Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan did not make a mouthful because he recognized the fruit. Vajra Bodhi, a rare and rare fruit, six refining pharmacists use their alchemy medicine; although it contains a lot of energy, but the fruit is as hard as iron, even the fighting king's mouth does not necessarily bite.

"Are you afraid of being poisonous?" Zi Yan grinned. "The sister will eat it for you."

"Oh"

"It's amazing." Xiao Yan looked at the purple sly and couldn't help but erected a thumbs up.

"Teacher, you have to eat again, the sister can be angry. The sister is angry and will beat people, and even eat you." Purple eyes reveal a small tiger teeth, stepping to the height of five meters high, next to the fist Pinch up and punch out.

boom!

A loud noise, the crushing of the mountain stone, the sky flying stones.

"Predecessors, who is this little girl? It seems that it is only twelve or three years old, but this is the strength of the hands, I am afraid that the fighting spirit is not strong." Xiao Yan squirmed his throat, confused looking at Wu Fang.

"Zi Yan? Who told you that she is a human?" Wu Fang blinked his eyes and smiled a little at the corner of his mouth.

"What? She is not a human!" Xiao Yan's expression looked awkward, and once again looked at the eyes of Zi Yan was full of surprise, it is difficult to become such a cute little girl is an adult-shaped Warcraft?

"Drug, what is your opinion?" Wu Fang squinted at the ring worn by Xiao Yan's middle finger.

The medicine dust shows the figure from the ring and analyzes: "As far as I know, Warcraft has to be transformed into an adult shape, at least it needs to reach the top of the battle. But this little girl obviously does not have the strength of the fighting, just from the In terms of a punch, it is also the strength of the peak of fighting. As for why he can become an adult, he will not know it in his late life."

Wu Fang nodded with approval: "This young girl ate an extremely rare form of grass when she was young. Although she is now a human being, she cannot become a beast. Unless she can achieve a real fight. Emperor."

"You...how do you know this?" The purple cicada not far away heard Xiao Yan's words, and her eyes were rounded, that is, in the year she ate the grass, she encountered thousands of feet. Was brought to the life of the Kalan College.

"Predecessors, late life is very curious about what kind of Warcraft is this gimmick? Although she has just released the breath is not strong, but it is faintly mixed with this unspeakable pressure." There is a dampness on the face of the drug dust, this kind of The weak pressure can only be captured if God recognizes a certain realm.

Xiao Yan also raised his ears, and he is also very curious about the origins of this girl.

As for the purple sable, it is even more intense to pinch the skirt, holding the breath and staring at Wu Fang. Since she was born, she has never seen her parents. If this person really knows her origins, would she not have the hope to find her own group to see her biological parents?

"Warcraft is like human beings, and it has its own power. Similar to the ancient eight people of the world, there are also three ancient antiquity groups in World of Warcraft. The third place is the nine quiet land, the second is the heavenly phoenix. The first one is the Taixu Gulong. "Wu Fang half-squinted and lining up for a long while.

"Predecessors, listen to what you mean, this gimmick is one of the three ancient Warcraft?" Xiao Yan asked.

Wu Fang nodded: "Exactly, it is the Warcraft Supreme Taixu Gulong, and it is still the pure royal blood."

"Warcraft Supreme, the blood of the royal family!"

The medicine dust sucked a cold gas and looked at Zi Yan with horror. He was convinced of Wu Fang's words. "Predecessors, is this Shantou future not the king of Warcraft?"

"You can understand this." Wu Fangping replied lightly.

"What are you saying is true or false?" Xiao Zi squatted on Wu Fang's arm. "If I am really a tycoon, how do I find them? Where are my parents? Why should they abandon me?"

Wu Fang was stunned by the purple scorpion, and he could only continue: "The Taixu Gulong family lived in the void space--Gulong Island, because the Shang Dynasty Dragon Emperor was trapped in the Tuo-Guodong Dongfu, the group dragon has no head, Gulong Island is now divided into four Some are Donglong Island, Xilong Island, Nanlong Island and Beilong Island."

"It is also Tuoge Gudi!"

Xiao Yan stared at Wu Fang, and Yu Fei, who was always looking for Xiao Yuer, was also related to Tuo Ge Gu Di.

"Tuoshe Gudi is the last emperor on the mainland today. After he left, he left behind a space in the empty space of the Emperor Dongfu. This is a rare well-preserved relic of the Emperor, which has left a helping person to break through to The origin of the Emperor's Order is the emperor's temperament and the emperor's darling. And the Tuo's ancient emperor jade is the key to the opening of the Tuo's ancient emperor's house. There are eight pieces of the ancient sacred jade. You have one piece in each of the ancient eight." Wu Fang puzzled Xiao Yan.

"It turned out to be."

"Up the knowledge."

Xiao Yan, the drug dust almost opened at the same time.

Supply the first station of the heavens: Battle through the heavens; contractor: Xiao Yan; devil fruit: burning fruit

Supply the second station of the heavens: the tomb of the god; the contractor: Chen Nan; the devil fruit: the sparkling fruit

Supply the third station of the heavens: Douluo dalu; contractor: Tang San

......


This story not my own,i just translated this story from the link below ....

https://m.zhaishuyuan.com/book/29043

After the maidservant girl went out Xiao Yu was left alone in the huge room. He was lying in bed feeling unwell.

"Why my luck is so bad? Anyone else who transmigrates to another world would get hugs right and left while I'm left with a fate that directs me to total annihilation."

Xiao Yu finally got to admit the fact that he was in a situation that he couldn't reverse so he began to ponder about ways to deal with the situation. Should he just commit suicide by hanging?

"Is there any way out? I'm a man from modern earth… I can invent gunpowder and get some guns to spray bullets at enemies. But it's not as if I will get gunpowder and rifles in a day or two. I'm a university student but I haven't learned anything useful in the unit I used my days playing Warcraft. If you had given me a base of Orcs then I could sweep through this world… Hm…"

Xiao Yu was entangled in depressing thoughts when a woman's voice sounded: "You can operate the game now. Do you want to open the system?"

Xiao Yu was shocked as he looked around. There was no one.

"What's going on? What the hell is going on? Am I hallucinating?" Xiao Yu muttered: "Open the game system? Is it possible that I can still play the game? Warcraft?"

A familiar picture appeared in front of Xiao Yu when he said the word 'Warcraft'. It was the interface of the game Warcraft that he used to play on daily basis.

"Is it… Is it that I have transmigrated with the game?" Xiao Yu stood up in excitement.

"I'll try." Xiao Yu calmed down after some time. He watched the game interface and found that the familiar buildings shown on it. There were town halls for the four races and altars to summon heroes.

"Great Hall of Orcs … build … that." Xiao Yu said.

"Please re-select the location of the building. This place doesn't meet the requirements." The electronic sound of the woman echoed in his mind.

"I can really build the Great Hall, Altar, Barracks and so on to call out units and heroes of Warcraft!" Xiao Yu was laughing in excitement. He looked like a madman: "Damn it! If I can summon warriors from the Warcraft world then no one can stand against me let alone Carrie! Damned idiot! Don't you know that only this little brother can molest the sisters-in-law?"

Xiao Yu checked the interface. He found out that as long as he thought about Warcraft the information will pop up in his mind. He could see the information about the buildings too but he had to construct them first.

He did his best to talk to the electronic voice but found out that it wasn't meant for conversation but only to convey the instructions. It didn't even take initiative to explain anything.

However, Xiao Yu didn't need an explanation as he was extremely familiar with the Warcraft game.

Now, I have to find a good location to build the Great Hall and then began producing warriors. Otherwise, I'll be finished after a month.

Xiao Yu quickly ran out of his room and went outside the mansion. He found a horse from the stable and ride out.

The construction of town hall or great hall was inappropriate in the city.

He had to find a suitable location and it had to be outside. He was best using the orcs so he was planning to summon orc warriors. The appearance of so many orcs in the city would cause riots at this point.

Let alone orcs even such a strange building would attract the attention of the city and they may not accept such a thing that appeared out of thin air.

Xiao Yu didn't know anything about riding horses but old Xiao Yu knew. So he used his memories and ride the horse. He wasn't that fast.

He got out of the town in excitement.

Several sisters-in-law and housekeeper Hong saw his departure. They sighed.

"Coward! He knows that he has done wrong and won't be able to bear the consequences. So he chooses to run away!" The 4th sister in law, the cold beauty said.

"Let him go. At least we can consider the blood of Xiao family will continue on." Xiao Yu's sister, the previous maid said as she sighed.

The other sisters-in-law didn't even comment. They had lost belief in Xiao Yu long time ago.
…
…

Xiao Yu ride the horse towards the Ankagen Mountains.

The town was built by the foothill of the Ankagen Mountains. As a result, you could enter the endless Ankagen Mountains if you ride from the back of the town.

It was said that there were numerous orc, elf tribes and other creatures in the Ankagen Mountains. According to the legend, there was even a dragon.

However, it was only legends and tales. People only saw trolls or low-level creatures.

Xiao Yu was thinking about a good location for the great hall. He remembered a location from the memories. Old Xiao Yu used to play in a remote place in the mountains. It was a very steep location but there was a flat wide place under it. It was very suitable for the construction of town hall.

Moreover, Xiao Yu had to be careful from the creatures inhabiting in the Ankagen mountains. He wouldn't be able to kill a chicken let alone another creature.

Xiao Yu ride along the path from the memory. After half an hour he reached the location under the steep cliff.

If he located the town hall in the space below the steep cliff then it would be very difficult for others to attack the place from the front.

Xiao Yu had lots of experience about finding the locations for building because of his game skills from the Warcraft.

He couldn't wait to start the construction of the hall.

"Are you sure to build the Great Hall in here?" The voice asked once more for confirmation.

"Yes, begin construction." Xiao Yu's voice was trembling because of excitement. Nevertheless, countless people had dreamed to be in the situation that he was in. He was playing the game in real life!

Boom~~

A loud sound echoed. A majestic and huge red great hall appeared in front of Xiao Yu. It was impressive and magnificent.

It didn't look much in the game. But it was so huge in reality and Xiao Yu was shocked.

"Haha … Awesome! It is a great hall!"

Xiao Yu restrained the excitement in his heart and ordered: "Construct Altar of Storms."

A loud noise echoed as a ten-meter high Altar of Storms made out of jade appeared in the location where Xiao Yu pointed towards.

Both Great Hall and Altar of Storms were made for free. However, it was not the game but reality. So some things weren't the same way as in-game.

"The Altar of Storms is built. You can summon a hero for free. Do you want to summon?" The voice resounded.

"So it's like the game. The summoning of the first hero is for free. Summon." Xiao Yu said without hesitation.

"Altar of Storms can summon following heroes – Blademaster, Tauren Chieftain, Far Seer and Shadow Hunter. Which hero would you like to summon?"

"Blademaster." Xiao Yu said without hesitation. In his past life, the blademaster was his favorite hero. Moreover, it was the hero he was most skilled with.

"The summoning began. It will take an hour." As soon as the voice stopped a strange green light covered the altar. A music was sung as a green person began to form above the altar.

"I'm so looking forward to seeing blademaster in real life but it takes so long. It is simply a torture!"

Xiao Yu was bored as he circled around the altar. He suddenly remembered that he couldn't delay time but construct other buildings. An elite player like him had made a rookie mistake!

He wouldn't be able to beat the troops just by using blademaster. At best he would be able to beat dozens of people but he wouldn't be able to do anything if he faced troop of thousands.

"Construct barracks." Xiao Yu ordered. He had the great hall and now he could build barracks.

"You need peons in order to construct barracks. Five peons come for free with the system. Do you want to summon them?" The voice of the system responded.

"I have to rely on labor to construct them. Ah! Alright, immediately summon them." Xiao Yu ordered.

Not long after 5 peons came out from the great hall.

Xiao Yu curiously looked for a long time. Even the lowest level peons were more robust than him.

They had green skin, stout muscles, fangs and big eyes. They seemed like sturdy and ferocious orcs. Ordinary people would be scared and rushing away the moment they encountered them.

Xiao Yu ordered them to build barracks so that he didn't lose time.

The construction of barracks was going to take half an hour.

Xiao Yu rubbed his hands together in torment as he waited for the building to finish.
…
…

A magic array flashed around the Altar of Storms. A roar echoed as a tall figure stood above the altar.

The figure was burly and had green skin. It was holding onto a long blade which was cold and shining. It was the blademaster from the game.

"Oh my God! It's a blademaster." Xiao Yu was familiar with the heroes but he was still in shock as he saw it in real life.

Blademaster leaped down from the Altar and bowed: "Grom Hellscream greets the owner."

"I will rely on you. Unexpectedly it turned out to be Grom. First generation blademaster." Xiao Yu was excited as he looked at the strong orc that was two heads taller than himself.

Xiao Yu saw the current attributes of the blademaster as Grom stood by his side.

Blademaster Statistics
Name: Grom Hellscream
Race: Orc
Level: 1
Attributes:
Strength: 20
Agility: 30
Endurance: 25
Skills (can be acquired): Wind Walk, Omnislash, Critical Strike
remaining skill points: 1 point
Xiao Yu walked around the blade-master for several laps. He was satisfied as he observed the orc. His safety would increase for several times when such a bodyguard would hang around him.

Such an appearance would intimidate anyone.

However, the sword of the blademaster was rusty. Xiao Yu was extremely dissatisfied with the sword. It seemed like a scrap of iron.

"Hero's attributes and equipment can be upgraded. You need to construct blacksmith shop (war mill) to upgrade the weapons of hero." The system explained. It seemed as if it knew the questions that arose in Xiao Yu's mind.

"It's very good that the weapons can be upgraded." Xiao Yu laughed. Sustainable development was much better than weapons that would go out of use after some time.

"The remaining skills for the blade master is 1 point. May I ask if you want to distribute it?" System asked.

"Skills… Of course! What skills should it learn? Whatever… I'll go with the Wind Walk. It will increase the speed of the blademaster and have stealth!"

Xiao Yu made an order to distribute the point and made blademaster learn Wind Walk. At the same time, skill appeared at the bar by the blademaster.

Wind Walk (Level 1): Increase of speed by 50%, damage increase by 10%. Stealth. Cooling time 5 seconds.

"Players can learn the skills of the hero. You have two skill points left. Do you want to learn skills?"

"What?!!! I can learn skills too!" Xiao Yu was shocked and frozen on spot.

At the same time, game interface reappeared in his mind. The interface was showing his own image. Next to himself were attributes and skills.

Name: Xiao Yu
Race: Human
Level: 1
Attributes:
Strength: 4
Agility: 5
Endurance: 6
Meditation: 6
Skills: None
Remaining skill points: 2
"My attributes are way too bad! 4 strength and only 5 agility. But hey I have two points for skills! I can learn the skills of hero." Xiao Yu laughed like a madman.

People would dream about having the skills of Warcraft heroes in reality. Today such a dream was realized! But he had only two skill points.

The most critical is the Wind Walk. I have to be able to peek at sisters-in-law when they take a bath. It's more convenient for me. I can come in stealth and escape easily. This skill was set up for peeping! Haha!

"Wind Walk." Xiao Yu didn't hesitate as he ordered.

******

I have cross-checked skill names with proper WoW translations. Omnislash is written in Chinese and belongs to paladin skill set. So I'm not sure at this point but I think author mixes up some skills. We will wait and see. Because Orcs need War Mill but it's clearly written that it's a blacksmith shop in the raw.

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