In another time and space, a pentagram with five solar systems in parallel in the universe, a traveler met a super AI from another world, and the hurricane began.

Countless mechas were lined up, with warships roaring in the back and a single machine in front of the formation. Yes, this is my mecha army.

This is a lost world, but this world has mechas.

Time Travel Nergo, who arrived in World of Warcraft, found that he had become an orc. Think again about the ogres, the Burning Legion, the Warden... and a series of other villains who want to kill him. "What else can we do? Of course, win or die." So, when the door of darkness opened. Stormwind City became the Orgrimmar among the orcs. Arathor's descendants crossed the ocean and established the Holy Arathor Empire on the other side of the world. The White Wolf of Gilneas inherited the power of the Wolf God. The Horde besieged Stormwind City twice. The draenei join the Horde...and eventually the orcs become the true kings of Draenor.

Father, is it all over? No, son, they'll be back next week to get invincible! My name is Arthas, a human prince, a famous young, wealthy, and practical man in Azeroth. My life creed is simple and practical: do it or not, it's up to you! From Lordaeron to Silvermoon City, from Kalimdor to the Frozen Throne, my reputation is known to everyone. With the blessing of a maxed-out aura, I can do a heavy blow with my left hand, a drunken fist with my right hand, and a dodge in between for a critical hit. The Holy Light can't save Azeroth, only a sword at the enemy's neck can. Human women are sweet, elf girls are elegant, and orc girls are rugged. But isn't your naga girl coming here for marriage a little too abstract?

The first country in human history, the capital of the Arathi Empire

Times have changed, and now it is the last support of the Kingdom of Stromgard.

Domestic and foreign troubles, national strength is declining...

In his sleep, an ordinary gamer is unexpectedly transported to another world. This is "our world," the planet Draenor, the beautiful home of the orcs. He was born into a weak clan, grew up in a tragic family, and fought desperately just to survive. When a cruel fate unjustly tries to befall him and his race, what should they do? "Ikki," now bearing a name from another world, struggles! He roars! For the Horde! For his family! Orcs will never be slaves! All of this represents lost youth, the yearning for freedom, the spirit of glory—ultimately, it will become the faith in our hearts! This challenge against an unjust destiny begins!

Sun Busong (fourth tone) time-traveled.

He became a warrior on the continent of Azeroth.

Here lies a vast and boundless land, and an unfathomable ocean.

Furthermore, there are endless enemies and monsters to kill.

He brought with him his character from the single-player Warcraft game and two passive skills of Sion from League of Legends: Death's Glory and Soul Forge.

A blacksmith shop, and a dwarf old man with a big beard.

"Kid, do a good job. Remember, you are a great and brave dwarf. Don't be like those cowardly humans and try to cheat and be cunning. That won't do you any good."

The old dwarf held up an iron hammer as big as half his own body and shouted at Sun Busong.

"But I'm clearly human!" Sun Busong could only silently argue in his heart.

"From now on, this place will be my domain, hahaha!" Sun Busong laughed again when he thought of the two divine artifacts he brought with him when he transmigrated. He had paid a high price to have a master on the Youai Warcraft Forum customize them for him.

The backpack has 38 slots, and each slot can hold up to 999 items.

Another artifact is the necklace he's wearing around his neck now: Slaughter!

Slaughter! The artifact is sealed. One special effect will be unlocked every 20 levels, for a total of six special effects.

The first special effect is already enabled.

The effect is that for every 100 enemies of the same level killed, one free attribute point will be added, with no upper limit!

Upon opening his skill panel and seeing the six professional skills he had mastered to the maximum level, Sun Busong's smile turned cold.

"It's just a matter of spending some money! Why not learn all the professional skills you need!"

"Liadrin, take note. I'm making the following deployment adjustments:" "Use the Cenarion Circle, the Sisterhood of Elune, and the Wild Gods to strengthen the Shadowlands' defenses;" "Sentinels, Rangers, the Watchers, and the Dragon Legion to defeat the Pantheon;" "Void Elf troops and the Zal'taste Battle Brigade to block the Naaru's Holy Light Army in Outland;" "Nightborne troops, the Sin'dralar Mages, the Kirin Tor Council, the Council of Tirisfal, and the Illidari Council to besiege the Burning Throne;" "Blood Knights and the Stormwind Fortress Combined Fleet to monitor the Void Lords;" "The Forsaken Legion and the Scourge will attack the Realm of Life;" "The Magisterium will serve as the general reserve." Kael'thas Sunstrider, the first Grand Commander of the Elven Republic of Azeroth: "Did you take note? Repeat!" Liadrin: "Ah?"

He was a revered guild leader in the game, a victorious general. In reality, he was a poverty-stricken, unsuccessful 41-year-old homebody. At the final bell of World of Warcraft's server shutdown, he carried 25 years of gaming memories and a bug-level divine power, transporting his soul to a remarkably realistic otherworld, home to everything as real as Azeroth. However, he renounced his overwhelming divine power, choosing instead to become a humble undead warrior, seeking to make up for all he had missed in reality—to experience true friendship, to navigate awkward love, to feel the warmth of being relied upon by his companions, to build a true "home" with his own hands. Playing the role of a novice, he mentored his teammates, unwittingly altering tragic fates one after another, unaware that this otherworldly butterfly had already flapped its wings, capturing the attention of Jaina Proudmoore, the brilliant mage of the Kirin Tor...