Ben, filled with good hopes, explored the land of Azeroth.
On the way, he passed through Eastvale Logging Camp. There were noticeably more players here than at Crystal Lake.
He wasn't sure if it was because of the game dividing players into different copies of the area, or if more players had simply come here.
But here, Ben encountered another group of creatures that made his heart tremble: murlocs.
And the murlocs here were even more crowded than at Crystal Lake, which was truly frightening.
But fortunately, there were also many players here, so he didn't experience being ganged up on and killed by several murlocs like before.
Also, the players here were quite friendly. For example, paladins would actively cast a Holy Light spell on warriors with low health.
And the mages were also friendly. If someone needed food and water, they would usually stop and make some.
There were even mages who would proactively offer food and water.
For example, Ben encountered one.
"Hey bro, want some bread and water? You warriors must work hard fighting monsters, right? It's free."
Just as Ben was about to leave and continue his search for the princess he dreamed of, a mage approached him while speaking through voice chat, and also sent a cute emoticon.
"Uh… thanks, but you don't need to trouble yourself." Looking at the enthusiastic mage, Ben thanked him, but said he didn't need it.
It wasn't that he was shy, but he genuinely didn't think he needed it.
Mainly because at this stage of the game, health recovery out of combat wasn't very slow. At least before level ten, he felt like he didn't need food and water.
And the food and water made by mages couldn't be used in combat. It would improve efficiency a little, but at this level, he really didn't lack that bit of time.
However, the mage in front of him clearly didn't think so. He was very enthusiastic, mainly because he had just learned how to make food.
Also, the feeling of helping others was really good.
"Don't be polite, bro, take it! It's not easy for you warriors to level up!"
"You can only fight one monster at a time. If two come, you have to run back from the graveyard. Learning skills and repairing equipment, where would you get the money to buy food and water?"
"Unlike us mages, we can be self-sufficient, and we're also more efficient at killing monsters. And if we move well, we're also quite safe."
The mage bro in front of him was like a broadcaster, his voice full of emotion and sympathy for the warriors' miserable situation.
Standing on the spot, Ben unconsciously accepted the bread and water the mage bro handed him.
It hit home… it really hit home.
Why did he feel like this mage wasn't here to offer warmth, but just to poke at his warrior's heart, and crush his confidence into pieces?
Ben didn't know about others, but at least after this mage bro's narration, the titles that originally existed in Ben's mind, such as the savior of Azeroth, the number one warrior of the Alliance, the strongest warrior in history…
These seemed to be slowly drifting away and gradually disappearing.
Warriors' situations are so bad!
Ben's mouth moved, but he didn't say a word.
Although he hadn't even reached level ten, the past hour or so of gaming experience told him that warriors were indeed a little miserable.
And in between, he had also studied the warrior's skills and the mage's skills.
He found that it seemed like warriors also had a hard time against mages. Although warriors had skills like Charge and Hamstring to restrict movement later on.
But mages also had counter-skills like Frost Nova, Blink, Polymorph, and Ice Block!
Plus, mages had long range and ice mages had a slowing effect. As a player who had played games often, Ben had already imagined a tragic scene in his mind of a warrior having great skills but being unable to touch the mage and being slowly killed by being kept at a distance.
Watching the mage leave, a warrior bro next to Ben, who also received bread and water, came over. Although everyone didn't know each other in the game.
But just the warrior class alone shortened the distance between them.
"Hey, warriors are indeed tough! If our region wasn't already closed to new registrations, I would have wanted to switch classes. It's too hard to level up as a warrior early on. I wonder if it will get better later."
Some passing warriors who heard these words, thinking about their own leveling experiences over the past hour, were quite moved.
"Yeah, I haven't even learned all my skills yet!"
"Yeah, not to mention the repair fees are ridiculously expensive, and the skill fees are so expensive too. Learning one skill empties my pockets. How am I supposed to protect Stormwind, how am I supposed to protect Azeroth? I even sold my underwear to learn skills!" A warrior bro walking along the road complained bitterly.
Ben glanced at him.
This bro really wasn't lying. He really wasn't wearing underwear now, only the four-cornered shorts that came with the character.
Clearly, he was just short a few copper coins to learn the skill, so he could only sadly throw his equipment into the shop.
"Did you guys talk to Randall Hunter at the entrance of Eastvale Logging Camp? Did you see the mounts he sells? A pony costs 100 gold coins, riding skill training costs 10 gold coins, then a large horse costs 1000 gold coins, and large riding skill training costs 100 gold coins. When will we ever be able to have mounts?" A warrior sighed deeply.
"Don't think about it now. That's not for our level. The sources of gold coins should be more plentiful later on." One of the warrior bros had good hopes for the future. With a mount, traveling would be much more convenient.
While everyone was talking, some paladin bros came over and joined the group complaining bitterly.
"Warriors, don't complain, we paladins aren't doing much better!"
"We can only use auto-attacks to fight monsters, and it's incredibly weak."
The paladins who joined in also expressed their bitter feelings.
Everyone knows your warriors' suffering, but who can know the suffering of paladins?
Compared to the early versions of the previous life, where the designers deliberately made paladins weak like chickens, Lucas and his team also made some balancing and fine-tuning.
Letting paladin players have a satisfying experience.
From the past where you could place one mark and watch an episode of a TV show while fighting monsters, to now only needing to watch half an episode. At the same time, as a melee class, while having the satisfying feeling of warriors' blade-to-blade combat, there are also gorgeous holy light effects.
"Don't mention it, at least you're pretty handsome, the face of our Alliance. Look at us warriors, we're purely cannon fodder!"
"What's the use of being handsome? Isn't fighting monsters still weak? And you warriors are pretty good too. Didn't you see that in the 'Warcraft' story, characters like Grom Hellscream and Cairne Bloodhoof are all warriors? You have a bright future."
"Damn, don't use heroes from the Horde as examples, talk about our Alliance's heroes!"
"Knights and warriors are all one family. Don't be discouraged, cheer up. Although we are weak now, we have a vast future."
"People must have dreams. We may be weak in the early stages, but we will definitely be stronger later on!"
"That's right! When we rise up, we'll kill them all!"
"There are no invincible classes, only invincible players. Even if you're a warrior, you can still dominate the battlefield if you play well!"
A group of paladins and warriors gathered in a small corner of a nearby farm, complimenting each other.
Ben's confidence seemed to have returned.
"Does anyone have the same quest? I'm going to the pumpkin patch to rescue the princess soon. Anyone want to come together?" Ben asked.
"Is that the 'Princess Must Die' quest? Let's go together."
"Together, together! It seems like this quest can be shared. Those who haven't taken it, join the group and I'll share it."
After exchanging information, Ben and a group of knight and warrior bros formed a party and headed towards the pumpkin patch.
After comforting each other just now, their moods had become much better, and they also had some expectations for the princess.
But after arriving at the pumpkin patch, everyone was stunned.
"Princess… why the hell is it a pig?"
Looking at the wild boar wandering in the pumpkin patch with three piglets, and the word 'Princess' written above its head.
Ben and the accompanying warrior and knight bros who had been looking forward to her, had their dreams shattered instantly.
"So? The princess is a big wild boar?" There weren't many players near the pumpkin patch. Including Ben and his group of knights and warriors, there were no more than twenty.
But looking at the snorting pig in front of them, everyone fell silent.
Who names a wild boar princess!
"Maybe, like the monsters in 'The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt', this princess is cursed and we need to kill her to turn her back to her original form?" One of the warrior bros made a bold assumption.
But as soon as he finished speaking, a group in the pumpkin patch had already taken action.
The wild boar with three little ones looked fierce, but was actually weak. After two rounds of attacks, it fell to the ground with a wail.
But the wild boar was still the same wild boar.
"Maybe someone needs to kiss it, after all, that's how it is in fairy tales. Bro, we'll leave this task to you!" A paladin said quietly from the side.
Of course, this was just a joke. Now everyone understood.
This so-called princess was simply a dark joke by the quest designer.
(End of this chapter)
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