140: Chapter 140: The Arrival of Azeroth with All Sensory Experiences – Did the Audience Really Travel Through Time?

The next second. Lu Li flicked his finger lightly, switching the main view of the global broadcast to that portal exuding an ancient aura.

At this moment, a hint of imperceptible nostalgia flashed in his eyes. The Azeroth of his past life—that was the youth and regret of so many.

Since he had been reborn, and since he held the Neural Mesh technology in his hands, he would never allow this world to descend in the low-dimensional form of a "screen." What he wanted was the true "world of warcraft."

Before the eyes of hundreds of millions of viewers worldwide, the scene suddenly opened up. No logos, no loading bars. Only a piece of "real footage" sufficient to shatter the cognition of humanity on Blue Star.

The magnificent and deep baritone narration did not come from speakers, but instead, through neural signals, exploded directly in the depths of every viewer's mind: "Four years have passed since the Alliance and the Horde fought side by side to resist the invasion of the Burning Legion..."

The scene cut to the snowy mountains of Dun Morogh. It wasn't a texture, it wasn't a model. Everyone in the live stream even felt the biting cold wind rushing at their faces.

A dwarf hunter had crystalline ice shards hanging from his beard, and every breath puffed out thick white mist. The worn scratches on the stock of the musket in his hand were clearly visible.

"Bang!" Gunfire erupted. That strong, pungent smell of gunpowder instantly drilled into everyone's nostrils. The brown bear beside him stood on its hind legs, its roar carrying a fishy, hot wave of air, as if it were about to tear the viewers in front of their screens apart through the network cable.

Immediately after, the scene shifted abruptly to Teldrassil. Moonlight, like water, poured over the Shadowglen. A night elf huntress sped past, her silver-white long hair brushing against the leaves, emitting a rustling sound.

She leaped. Her bones crackled, and her muscle lines fluidly rearranged. Under the terrified gaze of all the viewers, she transformed into a nimble nightsaber, digging her sharp claws into the soil, stirring up a moist fragrance, and silently merging into the darkness.

It was too real. So real that it made one's scalp tingle. The burning sensation from deep within the soul when an undead warlock summoned an infernal; the heavy vibration transmitted to the soles of the feet when a tauren's totem smashed into the ground.

When those four golden characters, "world of warcraft," appeared accompanied by stirring symphonic music, the global live stream completely exploded. The comments became so dense at that instant that they overlapped, and the servers were wailing.

"They're crazy... Guanghui Technology is crazy!!" "How is this a game CG? This is clearly a documentary of another world!" "Is this what Lu Li meant by 'Ascension'? If Blizzard saw this technology, they'd have to kneel and call them daddy!" "I have rhinitis, but I actually smelled the gunpowder just now. This scent simulation is too awesome, right?"

There were even users playing the game on-site who were also posting comments, which were visible in the live stream. Lu Li stood in a god's-eye view, watching the data soaring in the backend, a curve forming at the corner of his mouth.

Although this world had Blizzard, it lacked this classic game, so he would just have to accept it with a smile. He subconsciously looked again at Su Qingxue in the guest seating. That usually cold woman was currently slightly parting her red lips, her beautiful eyes filled with unbelievable shock.

She had never played "world of warcraft," nor had she even heard of it, but watching those players discussing amongst themselves on the character selection interface, her pupils also dilated in shock. A huge sense of satisfaction welled up in Lu Li's heart. This kind of satisfaction was even stronger than earning a hundred billion. Wife, this is just the beginning. The real surprise has only just started.

Meanwhile, inside the game. The thousands of open beta players who chose "world of warcraft," looking at the character creation interface before them, had already lost the ability to speak. There were no stiff UI panels. They seemed to be standing in a hall of heroes. A human knight was polishing gleaming plate armor, an orc warrior was sharpening a giant axe on a whetstone, and an undead mage was surrounded by an aura of decay. Every race exuded lethal hormones.

"I want to choose the Horde! Orcs... Orcs will never be slaves!" "Strange, how did I blurt out that line? It's as if I've played this game in a dream." "I want to choose the Alliance! The night elves are too beautiful; I could play with these legs for a year!"

When they trembled with their fingers and tapped the "Enter World" option, a sense of weightlessness instantly struck. It was as if their souls were being forcibly extracted, traveling through a tunnel of time and space. When their vision focused again, a female player who had chosen a night elf stood blankly atop the canopy of Teldrassil. Beneath her feet was a purple forest stretching for ten thousand miles, and overhead were giant stars within reach. A breeze brushed past, and her hair tickled her cheek.

She reached out and pinched her thigh. "Hiss—" It hurt. There was pain feedback; although it was only a slight 5%, it was enough to prove this wasn't a dream. "Oh my god..." She looked down at the lake surface, and her eyes instantly turned red—a physiological reaction after being struck by the ultimate beauty. Her waist was slender and supple, her curves fluid and elegant, her legs long and sexy—beautiful in an ethereal and noble way.

Meanwhile, in the red barrens of Durotar, a burly male player looked at his thick, green arms and the heavy, worn battle axe in his hand. He stomped his foot hard. Gravel splashed, the high temperature scorched his skin, and his cracked lips felt a real sense of roughness. He suddenly roared at the sky: "Roar!!!" The voice was rugged, filled with wildness—completely different from his original tone.

At this moment, the mortgage, car loans, the exhaustion of 996, and the boss's scolding in the real world... were all thrown to the nine heavens. Here, he was not that timid corporate slave. He was an orc warrior. He was a citizen of Azeroth.

Beside him, an orc NPC even looked at him and roared: "Lok'tar Ogar! (Victory or Death)" Another one roared: "Loyalty to the Horde until death!!" This time, it was in Chinese.

And in Tirisfal Glades, a player who chose the undead crawled out of a dark, damp tomb. What entered his eyes was a patch of gray, withered trees, and the air was filled with a faint smell of decay. In the distance, the dilapidated ruins of Lordaeron loomed in the mist. The BGM was desolate and tragic. He touched his chin, where bone was exposed; not only did he not feel fear, but he trembled all over. It was a tremor of extreme excitement. He turned his head to look at his companion who had also just crawled out, his voice hoarse: "Brother." "It seems... we've really time-traveled." This wasn't some game open beta. This was Lu Li, outside of this ordinary real world, personally carving out a second home for all of humanity.