"Malone! It's great that you're okay! ”

Anduin? Lothar sat on a wooden bed in the cramped cabin, patting her nephew on the shoulder in satisfaction.

"That's really...... A miracle of the Light! ”

Alonsos? Fao shouted praises to the Light.

However, Malone did not react to all this, he stared blankly at the moth-eyed deck in front of him, still unable to believe what had happened to him.

Marlon finds himself in a time traveler to the world of Azeroth, a game world for Earth.

Malone was indeed obsessed with the Warcraft series, but he never imagined that he would actually be a part of it; What shocked Malone even more was that he was not alone.

When he woke up, Malone found that he had a lot more in his head; Some of them are memories of the body's original owner when they were dying, and this flash replay of the short life before death is enough for Malone to understand the whole experience of this body.

Another piece of information comes from the white light -- Marlon vaguely knows where he came from -- and uses "he" instead of "it" because this guy is actually alive.

The name of the light was Karar, and it was a Naru.

In Malone's impression, Naru was a shiny thing that looked like a tangram; He didn't know why the Naru he had met was so round - his understanding was only about himself.

Carral, like his people, roams the universe of the world of Azeroth, or the world system of Azeroth. Help the kind-hearted races and planets free from the Burning Legion's clutches and bring them warmth and hope.

However, like all living races, Carral is for some reason. His life came to an end; Naru wields immense power that continues to escape and gather around Karal's body as he nears death, creating an eerie rift in time.

For unknown reasons, Marlon came into contact with the power of Karal in his sleep, and his soul was drawn into the world called Azeroth - along with all the Holy Light that remained after Carral's death.

The body was already on the verge of death - but the power of Carral's Light was too powerful to repair all the damage on the body.

And when Marlon's tiny soul was able to digest this huge amount of information, he saw. Is it the one who sits next to him called Anduin? The man of Lothar, his own uncle.

Is this a joke?

-- This was Malone's first thought.

Of course he knew Anduin? Who is Lothar.

Marshal of Stormwind and the seventh president of the Iron Horse Brotherhood. The commander of the Alliance forces in the war between humans and orcs, who died in the final battle of Blackstone Mountain, his fighting spirit continued to inspire his comrades, and the famous organization "Children of Lothar" was founded.

From the remnants of this body, Malone learned about "himself". Also know Anduin? Lothar saw herself wake up. How excited and relieved it must be.

"This is simply a miracle of the Light! Sir Lothar, I know you're glad, but Marlon has just woken up, and I'm going to check his body first. ”

Alonsos? Fao said excitedly.

"I see, Archbishop Fao, it's hard work."

Anduin? Lothar hurriedly got up and gave it to Alonsos? Fao made room for him, he believed that the archbishop had saved his nephew, and his heart was filled with gratitude.

Malone also looked at Alonsos a little nervously? Fao, the Archbishop of Stormwind, has no great name, but his disciples are powerful - Uther, known as the Lightbringer. and Benedictas, who betrayed humanity and turned to Twilight's hammer......

In short, among the kingdoms of mankind today. Alonsos? Fao is the biggest magic stick, and Malone is a little worried about whether he will see his origin or anomaly.

But it looks like Alonsos? Fao simply checked Marlon's body to see if there were any other injuries; Soon, he patted the young man's bare/bare shoulder and smiled with satisfaction.

"This is definitely a miracle of the Light!" Alonsos? Fao emphasized again, "Ma Long's body is already intact, I really didn't know before, this kid's affinity for the Holy Light is so good. ”

"In perfect condition...... That's great......"

Anduin? Lothar was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief - he had lost his lord and best friend Ryan in the orc invasion? King Wrynn, of course, he didn't want to lose his only loved one again.

"Let's go first, Sir Lothar, and let Marlon rest a little longer...... I see that his spirit is a little dazed, maybe he has been in a coma for too long, and he should be allowed to sleep well. ”

Alonsos? Fao to Anduin? Lothar suggested.

"I see...... Marlon, then you lie down for a while, feel better, and then go to the deck...... No, don't come, it's stormy outside, I'll bring you some food later. ”

Anduin? Lothar nodded, complying with Alonsos? Fao suggested that he pat Malone on the shoulder, smiled encouragingly, and then turned away with His Excellency the Archbishop.

Marlon stared at Anduin blankly? Lothar's back as he left was silent—he still needed to get used to his new body, and the power within him.

Alonsos? Fao said that Marlon's body was extremely close to the Light, and it was entirely because of Carral; Although this Naru had died in the Endless Void for some reason, his power fused with Marlon's body, and in the treatment he had just done, he had reactivated his heart, which had already been crushed by the orc's warhammer.

Malone gently placed his hand on his chest, and a warm feeling came from under his naked/naked skin - Carral's power had merged with Marlone's heart and became the engine of his body.

Malone didn't know what that change meant, but he knew he had to start thinking about his future.

Malone's first thought was whether he could return to Earth - although he didn't have any relatives there, he still had some friends and was more familiar with life there.

But after thinking about it, Marlon couldn't find a way to go back - Naru, who was always shuttling between worlds, might know the way, but Karaal was already dead, and the next Naru who had a chance to be touched by Marlon was on the other side of the Dark Gate, in the world of the orcs.

Unable to go back for the time being, Malone began to think about how he should gain a foothold in this world. (To be continued.) )