I have one more World of Warcraft Necromancer than you

The town of Deathstroke has been ravaged by natural disasters, and there are indeed no survivors in the town.

However, there are still traces of human activity in the vicinity.

After all, this was once a rich and beautiful land. Hundreds of thousands of people lived here; it was their happy home.

"The town was attacked."

The undead guards, wielding swords and shields, roared.

Roland could sense an extremely strong life force emanating from the guard's decaying body.

Accompanied by a slight fluctuation from the living's body, the Forsaken's official guards are estimated to be level 30. In the starting village, where the highest level is estimated to be 0-10, they are already at the level of war gods.

Who dares to challenge the authority of the guards?

Humanity?

There is indeed a group of fanatical Scarlet Crusaders stationed inside Scarlet Monastery, and there are even Scarlet Crusaders outposts confronting the undead nearby.

Ordinary people whose loved ones were killed by the Scourge have armed themselves and become fanatical believers, hoping to one day take revenge on the undead and reclaim their homes.

But are they capable of launching a large-scale attack?

Aren't they all holed up in strongholds like Hearthglen and Scarlet Monastery?

The enemy attacking the Forsaken's rear towns is unknown. The guards are merely issuing warnings without revealing who the enemy is, and they are organizing forces to fight back.

The death knell tolls on and on...

Most of the spirits in the town remained motionless in place.

They don't know if they've lost their hearing or are indifferent to everything.

Or do they have absolute confidence in the guards?

Or perhaps they're simply not afraid of dying again...

Seeing that everyone was calm, Lorraine was briefly surprised before falling silent and quietly walking toward the innkeeper's location.

It stopped in front of the hotel.

The demon in his mind, Teacher Rowling, was inexplicably talking to himself:

"Could the Alliance be besieging the city? A notification on the world channel? Those scoundrels must have gone back to the sewers. Hmph, the Royal Terror Guards around the Queen are level 55 elite monsters. Killing the Queen isn't that easy..."

I wonder what the devilish teacher was muttering about. The highest-ranking nobleman Lorraine had ever met was probably the town mayor. Some low-ranking knights would occasionally pass by; they were dressed in fine clothes, their silver helmets gleaming, but they never gave Lorraine a second glance.

He did indeed envy those noble gentlemen.

He was initially described as a magic apprentice, but he should actually be considered a junior cooking and alchemy apprentice.

His employer sold goods for only a few copper coins.

The wealthy people in town wouldn't buy their inferior medicine.

Occasionally, children and masked thieves would visit their makeshift stall, allowing them to exchange their food for a little something to eat.

Eating in the wind and sleeping outdoors was commonplace for them.

......

The inns in town are bright and warm places, with endless rum, beautiful music, dancing girls, and traveling poets.

There was also a soft, large bed and an endless supply of bread, which was once the home that Lorraine, the young apprentice, longed for.

......

The dilapidated, cold, and ghostly wooden hut before us now...

It's actually called a hotel.

Touching the apprentice staff in my hand, which I had saved up for a long time to buy, I realized it was a discarded item that was being sold at a discount at the town's magic shop.

It looks exactly like the Forgotten Inn now.

Old and dirty...

"I say, instead of turning this rotten wooden mallet into a hammer, why not forge it into a sledgehammer? That way, you'll become the Skullcrusher... well, the first hammer mage in history will be born."

"A hammer? What's a hammer?"

The apprentice often couldn't understand the incessant chatter of the demon in his head... and sometimes the teacher ignored his inquiries.

I was near the hotel owner, and he was rude.

"Say something quickly!"

The poor boy, Lorraine, strode up to the innkeeper and laid out all the supplies he had found.

"Boss, I've found all the items you requested."

The innkeeper looked down to examine the tattered items before her, then with a wave of her hand, all the items vanished. She then tossed Lorraine a white stone, along with the cloth bag and shoes he had seen earlier, as a reward.

Lorraine's first task was finally completed.

"Wow, magic trick!"

The mission was completed, but the beam of holy light that Roland had been expecting did not appear.

There were no sound effects of gaining experience or leveling up, nor the stirring background music of the tribe. Only the dull gaze of the gloomy, dilapidated innkeeper stared at him.

......

"Why didn't I gain experience or level up?"

Lorraine was puzzled.

The teacher said that completing tasks would level you up, make you stronger, increase your reputation, and gain recognition...

There's no reaction at all.

"It's okay, beginner quests don't offer much experience anyway."

Rowling comforted Lorraine, feeling embarrassed by being proven wrong.

Fortunately, at least there are still equipment and rewards.

Opening the cloth bag revealed several copper coins and a complete old garment, along with a bloodstained cloth bag.

"Do these items possess magic?"

Lorin couldn't help but ask a question, and Lorin looked completely bewildered.

"Silver Scale Breastplate, blue quality! 5 gold apiece, ever heard of it?"

"gold?"

Lorraine had never seen gold coins before.

Five gold coins might be his living expenses for a year.

Not to mention gold coins, even silver coins are very valuable.

If those coins bearing the royal seal were to fall to the ground, ordinary people might bow to them as if they were kneeling before a nobleman.

......

Of course, now that they've come back to life, the knees of the dead can't bend freely. The teacher said this was the integrity of the forgotten, but Lorraine thought it might be because the joints were already necrotic.

......

The teacher told his apprentice how to distinguish whether monsters in World of Warcraft were intelligent; all he had to do was determine whether they could jump.

"Anyone who can't bend their legs is a brainless idiot. Only those who can jump onto platforms, pillars, or tables are true masters..."

Lorraine didn't understand this either; normal humans would jump, right?

The teacher always says some strange things.

"You're clueless... newbie. You have to listen to me to become powerful! Understand?"

Lorraine longed to become stronger, and he nodded unconsciously.

.....

Forget about the secrets of whether dead people can perform zombie jumps, whether their legs are bent, or whether they can jump onto tables or flower beds.

While sorting through their spoils, the master and apprentice simultaneously felt a long-lost warmth emanating from the white stone given to them by the innkeeper.

Hearthstone?

Hearthstone allows you to travel between the realms of Yin and Yang, and roam freely between heaven and earth!

"Really?"

"Uh, that's impossible. Hearthstone is where you set your 'home'. You can teleport your character's starting point anywhere in Azeroth using Hearthstone. Usually, it's linked to the innkeeper."

"Does this white stone also have that function now?"

Roland sensed the white stone and indeed found an incredibly powerful, sun-like magic contained within the small hearthstone.

I never imagined Hearthstone could be so amazing.

In the past, I only regarded it as a small object to help me return to the starting point I had set.

......

The master and apprentice held the Hearthstone in their hands and studied it repeatedly, wondering how to bind this white stone.

......

“Newbie, you can choose this place as your ‘home.’ Wherever you go, you can also return here with this stone. Of course, you can also choose to destroy it, after all, I have plenty of such stones in my furnace.”

The hotel owner's words seemed to have a hidden meaning... and then he immediately sent out an invitation:

"Do you want to consider this place your 'home'?"

Lorraine looked around; everything was dilapidated and covered in cobwebs.

Ruins and ruins...

"Is this haunted house my home now?"

He couldn't help but sigh...

"What are you hesitating for? Bind it quickly. Keep this safe, it's very important. This is a powerful artifact!" As a veteran player, Roland knew the Hearthstone's function, but he hadn't thought about its power in detail.

"But the boss said she has plenty there..."

Lorraine couldn't understand it.

If he could, he would rather find a piece of wood outside and build a small hut to shelter him from the wind and rain. How could this dilapidated inn be considered his new home?

"You're a dead man, a zombie. You're lucky you're not even in a grave. Enough with the nonsense, just choose to bind. You'll see how important this is later."

......

Lorraine nodded in confirmation.

The innkeeper nodded as well, and pointed to Lorraine.

A beam of light descended from the sky and shone on Lorraine. The warmth from her palm spread throughout her body, and Lorraine almost thought she was about to go to heaven.

"Our time will come..."