Translator: Noodletown Translations  Editor: Noodletown Translations

The Stonemason Brotherhood that had created Stormwind City, the grandest keep in the Alliance, received no pay and none of the glory that they deserved.

With their abilities, they should have had a glorious legend in the history of the Alliance, but due to many reasons, these talented artisans were left forever in the depths of this mine.

At this stage, the players were still patient enough to complete the quests one by one. During the process, they witnessed the Stonemason Brotherhood's history and how the Defias Brotherhood fell from its glory to craziness and then to destruction.

This wasn't a great story, and there were no heroes in this story.

In this story, a group of talented but tragic stonemasons wanted to receive their proper pay, but they destroyed themselves in the end.

Most players in World of Warcraft felt that the legendary heroes and great deeds were out of their reach.

However, after entering the game, the players had experienced the long and eventful history. The heart-warming scenes when paladins did their cla.s.s quest, the many mistakes the newbies made in the battleground, the rolling battle between the lucky and the unlucky players for looting, and the simple and touching stories in the quests…

Any player could experience and sense these detailed things.

Every player, even the newbies who didn't know to add points on talents, was touched by these stories and events.

When this group pa.s.sed through Deadmines, it was almost 4 o'clock in the early morning.

“Move away! Let me loot the corpse!” Having won the jewelry ring with 100 points in rolling, Liu Ningyun yelled and reached out her Lucky Hand.

“Cruel Barb?!”

[Cruel Barb

One-Hand

30 – 57 Damage

Speed 2.8]

“Great attributes!”

Although the characters in the system version didn't have digitized bodies, the equipment still had reference data, showing the quality of each item.

Since almost everyone was still using green uncommon items, this equipment was an ultimate item for them!

“100 points! Give me 100 points!” Nalan Hongwu yelled while he chose need.

He got 11 points.

“Ah! How come it is so low!” Nalan Hongwu howled, feeling heart-broken after working hard for one night.

“Hahahaha!” Commander Elven's heart raced when he saw this number, thinking that he would finally get a reward for resurrecting corpses for one night.

“I'll take it then!” Commander Elven said while laughing, “Thank you! Thank you very much!”

A prompt appeared on the game interface, [Griffin Knight Elven chose Need. (Need) 1 point.]

[Liquor Sword Immortal (ID) received the equipment – Cruel Barb.]

Looking at the blue single-handed sword in his backpack, Nalan Hongwu felt as if he had just leaped up from the lowest valley to the top of the world. “Ugh?”

“Ahahahahaha…!” He was feeling so much joy that he almost went crazy.

“Ah!” Seeing the points that he rolled out, Commander Elven let out a soul-wrenching howl, looking as sad as a kid who weighed 300 pounds.

When two unlucky players tried their luck, one of them must be even unluckier. By now, the battle between two unlucky players came to an end.

“Tomorrow… Ugh… we'll continue the game the day after tomorrow!”

“Okay! Okay!”

“Tomorrow, I'll help each of you get a weapon!” Obviously in a great mood, Nalan Hongwu added all of his new teammates as his friends regardless if he knew them before this or not.

For the first time, Dicas, who had come to the end of her patience while playing was a priest, felt the friendliness and charm of the game.

After all, some quests were beyond the ability of an individual, but they still could reach the end of the journey by helping and receiving help from players whom they had never met before.

After working with each other for some time and getting along, the players began to learn to entrust their safety to others.

Since mages and priests trusted that their teammates in the front could shoulder the responsibility of protecting the whole team, they could do DPS and heal as much as they could. The melee players could only charge at the enemies without a care when they believed that the mages and priests behind them were competent enough to cast s.h.i.+elds and healing spells on them whenever they were at a disadvantage.

In this world, a friends.h.i.+p going beyond distance and boundaries formed among the players who were previously strangers, and the quests and instances helped them build a trust that was rarely seen among people.

Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and days in the future… their friends.h.i.+p and trust in each other would continue. For the players who had gotten good equipment, the friends.h.i.+p and trust were their gifts for those teammates who had worked hard for one night but obtained no rewards that they deserved.

It was now 4 AM in the early morning.

These players had greater energy than ordinary people, but it was still a big drain of their spirit and energy after battling in the virtual reality world for 20 hours without stop.

Gla.s.sy-eyed, the members of the party that explored the Deadmines walked out of the shop.

Commander Elven looked around. “Ugh?”

He saw that all other members of the Golden Griffin Knight Legion also walked out of the shop.

“How come you guys are so late too?” Commander Elven asked in surprise.

“We don't want to come here tomorrow on our own! It is boring without everyone there.”

“Yeah. We must do things together, so we enjoyed ourselves today too!”

“Let's go. Let's go!” Elven suddenly froze.

In the game, they made friends whom they had gotten to know and trust. On top of that, in the real world outside the game, they had a group of friends who would stick together through all the hards.h.i.+ps and merriment.

The knights of the Golden Griffin Knight Legion walked out together and talked among themselves.

“Have you finished the Deathmines?”

“You know what? Today, I found a treasure chest when doing a quest… There were several gold coins in it…!”

They walked away from the shop in the darkness while talking among themselves.

“Let's go and have breakfast.”

“Now that you mention it, I'm starving!”

On the other side, it was almost dawn when people such as Liu Ningyun and Mo Xian returned to the Nanhua Faction.

The distant east sky began to lighten.

A few figures hurried across the Nanhua Square.

“Hurry! Hurry!”

“The morning lesson is about to begin soon!”

“We must greet Master before that… Hurry, or we'll be late.”

“Huh?” In her courtyard, their master, the Xichi Spiritual Master, opened her eyes in the darkness.

“How come you people came so early today?”

“Um…” Their faces froze.

They had cultivation homework to do each night.

If their master learned that they had played all night…

They might be scolded…

Each faction had its own inheritance. It wasn't right to dump their unique ways and become a copycat. They needed to get inspirations to improve themselves and thus find their own path.

They couldn't achieve that if they didn't do their own cultivation work.

“Um…” Yue Yan quickly thought of an explanation. “I had a sudden understanding about the Immortal Dao, so I called over senior sisters to talk about it.”

“A collective session of cultivation?” The Xichi Spiritual Master froze for a second and then said, “Indeed. The cultivation of Immortal Dao is like sailing against the current; you'll fall behind if you don't move ahead. Um, good. It's good to hear that you're working so hard on it.”

“Eh… hehe… yeah, we worked hard on cultivation through the night.” With dark circles under her eyes, Yue Yan quickly winked at each other to pa.s.s the message.

The Xichi Spiritual Master suddenly changed the subject. “Then, have you pa.s.sed the Deadmines?”

“We have!”

“Um…”