Love exists in wow. Opening my mobile HD and recalling the days in blue sea, after raid several times, I climb up the gate of Grim Batol quietly. It has its own charm and I know the feeling canâ€™t be expressed by any words.
In a day of 2006, my 20 level gnome warlock came to wetland first time. Just out of curiosity, I came to wetland alone to search, as a result, I went astray dragonmaw gate, and then OVER, but I always want to know what are at the east of wetland. Later, I finally did black dragon MM open task and came to wetland kill the dragon. At killing the last part, i witnessed the grim batolâ€™s appearance. I am very disappointed, as there was only one unopened gate and sheer cliff. The only speciies was those red dragons. At that time, I was a druid, so I didnâ€™t control myself and looked up the history. Dwarf tribeâ€™s 3 hammer war was shrouded in here. Cunning black iron tribe forced the red dragon queen for their operations, but ultimately resulted in their own destruction. Maybe it was at that moment, here left a red dragon figure. In this fertile wetland, the red calm breeding for generations, until today.
Several years later, everything has changed. Deathwing returned and brought tremendous changes. Todayâ€™s grim batol has been conquered by nye surrey, evil stage would come back. With accompanied by justice is against. Maybe players who had done twilight highland are familiar with, there is not only bite forces and twilight forces of war, also scarlet dragons and twilight dragons battlefield. The road to the grim batol is a hail of bullets, fire smoke. Look at behind it is a way of dismembered.
I didnâ€™t quit the team and came out copy after finishing the task. 6 years later, I stand on the top of Grim Batolâ€™s gate. The change is big. Twlight clouds ripples in the sky slowly. A crowd of red dragons open wings to fly over the sky. Seeing the road lower, trees at the two sides of road have nearly lost all leaves. When I see to far direction and find the road is slowly extending without end.
Despair again and again, strong and again, fall down again and againl and then climb up. Wow tells us. In recent years, the reality let me lost to the bone. Occasionally, however, pen a little, it is a happy. Sometimes, I just a prodigal, even canâ€™t solve my clothing and food problems. Above the door, the beautiful scenery let me happy, love, azeroth, step by step, shuttle, only more beautiful! And landscape have inherent pursuit, the pursuit of, is always beautiful.