Traveling across Azeroth, becoming the bastard son of Stormwind's House Prell, Roming awakens his unrivaled mowing and brushing joys.

Gear, skills, potions, mounts, materials—everything is at hand.

Azeroth, Outland, and Shadowlands are all under his control.

Ding! He's captured Illidan's Egg Blade, dual-wielding them to dominate Outland.

Ding! He's captured Frostmourne, and the Lich King begs for a large sum of money to redeem his weapons.

Ding! He's captured Al'Aar's Ashes, and Kael'thas loses his mount, paralyzed from the waist down by a 10,000-meter drop.

………

Illidan: Grandfather, please return my weapons to me. I kowtow to you for ten thousand years.

Arthas: Thank you for empowering Frostmourne and allowing me to slay the Ashbringer. From this day forward, you are my adopted parent.

Roming steps on Sargeras's head and berates the kneeling Void Lord: "I just want to live in peace in Azeroth, enjoying myself. Why bother messing with me?"

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