Mulgore Hotel in Marvel

On the corner of Seventh Street in Manhattan, New York, a hotel suddenly appeared.

Even the oldest house cannot match the ruggedness and retro style of this hotel: the pillars are more than a dozen large wooden pillars that have not even bothered to peel off their bark, and they are composed of canvas that is so old that the original color cannot be seen, and wooden boards that are nailed crookedly. There are drafty walls everywhere, and a wine bottle is painted on the signboard at the door - this kind of sign can only be seen in those medieval ports in Northern Europe.

This place was originally a vacant land, but suddenly a very distinctive hotel grew. However, the surrounding residents seemed to have long been accustomed to it, as if this store had existed here for many years.

Even though this store doesn't even have a name, they all know it's called Mulgore.

Is this time travel?

Or maybe I am the son of the newly chosen plane by the will of the universe?

It was already twelve o'clock at noon, but the new hotel owner hadn't opened the door yet.

In his room, he flipped through the American citizen passport, Social Security card, and land ownership certificate on the table, especially his name, which he read very carefully. He repeated in a low voice: I was born in Manhattan, New York... …Kavus Bloodhoof (Bloodhoof Bradford)!

He swept the documents into the drawer and turned his attention to the mirror in the room.

The mirror reflected a young blond man. His 190cm tall figure did not appear to be thin, and his muscles were not very developed, but he still had clear lines. The fair face, handsome and three-dimensional facial features, especially the deep sky blue pupils, are enough to make countless girls fall in love with her and be unable to extricate themselves.

Although he dislikes that he does not have black hair and black eyes, overall, Mr. Cous Bradford is still basically satisfied with his current appearance, Almost half as handsome as I was before!

Half an hour later, he sighed softly.

The long life of a social animal made him almost forget that he was once a member of a million lords. It was not until the eve of the 124 Incident that he hurriedly opened the client that had not been updated for a long time, logged in all the characters under his account in turn, and took screenshots of them one by one as a souvenir.

The last player to play is the level 1 tauren shaman trumpet - Kauus.

The familiar background music Elders'-Hearth slowly sounded, and the five-foot-long bull head of the real Bloodhoof Innkeeper Kaus appeared on the screen.

Disconnected from server...

So this second-hand house salesman, who didn't even deserve his own name, was thrown into a completely unfamiliar world together with the Mulgore Hotel.

I'm so stupid! Really...

Mr. Shaman raised his head and tried his best not to let his tears of joy and regret fall.

Why should I use this shaman number? Is my Tauren Druid not strong enough? Or is the Blood Elf Mage not handsome? Even an Undead Assassin, Troll Hunter, or Panda Monk will do...

Even though he has been AFK for a long time, the other characters under his account at least have the full level status of Legion.

And the Tauren Shaman Cauvus is just a trumpet he uses to make mischief - standing side by side with the real innkeeper Cauvus, fooling careless players or newbies.

Now, retribution has come!

What can a level 1 shaman do?

1.BIUBIUBIU……

2. Meditate or lie down!

Well, even if I only have the Lightning Bolt skill, at least I still...

The next moment, Kausu suddenly panicked.

Where's the experience bar? Where's the equipment column? Where's the talent page? My spellcasting icon can't be found either...

He quickly touched all over his body, and even opened his eyelids in front of the mirror and took a closer look at his eyes to see if there was a hidden system that could project on the retina. As for a series of standard awakening postures of the time traveler's golden finger, such as five hearts pointing to the sky, meditating, shouting Grandpa, help me, shouting The system master will appear soon... I have tried everything that should be tried. Apart from making my legs almost cramp, it didn't do anything!

From excitement to frustration, Kaus got up with a sad face.

After being depressed for a while, he regained his energy and prepared to search the entire hotel to see if there was anything that could make him stronger.

Having been poisoned by Xianjian XX, Xuanyuan XX, Jin Yong XX and XX Love for many years, Kausi checked very carefully.

It is roughly the same as the Mogore Inn in Bloodhoof Village in my memory. The difference is that it has an extra second floor and its own bedroom, for a total of six rooms.

The lobby on the first floor lacked a group of idle tauren and had a heavy wooden counter against the wall, filled with low-quality drinks and food. From cool spring water and icy milk to morning dew wine, as well as bread and cheese from Dalaran, dwarves, Alterac and other flavors - these things are usually sold in Mulgore hotels. Products of.

As an innkeeper, preparing drinks and food by hand should be a must-have skill. Unfortunately, apart from this inventory, Cowus currently does not have any professional manufacturing capabilities.

The most satisfying thing is that this hotel has a door!

Even though it was just a broken wooden board that creaked and rotted, it was still a door.

Unlike the Mulgore Hotel, which was originally ventilated from all sides, even at three or four o'clock in the morning, one could bravely rush in on a Kodo beast and have an unimpeded journey.

Among other things, he discovered a secret door in the floor of a cubicle.

The inn in Bloodhoof Village has a basement? Why have I never seen it before?

Full of doubts, Kaus found the shabbiest wooden chair, lit it in the brazier in the hotel lobby, used it as a temporary torch, and carried it into the basement.

The basement is not small. The four walls are covered with tall bookcases, which are filled with various paper books of different thicknesses.

On the left are Introduction to Mining, Advanced Smelting Tutorial, Secret Scroll of Burning Jewels, Skinning Guide, Design: Silver Scale Breastplate, Recipe: Farmhouse... No need to ask, these are all professionals in that world Discussion of skills and related recipes.

The Sacred Book of Concentration, Sacred Pact of Physique, Sacred Pact of Tenacity in the bookcase on the right...well, these are secret books about attribute improvement.

Behind the stairs are displayed National Geographic of Azeroth, Illustrated Encyclopedia, History of Feralas, Research on Ancient Vrykul Culture, etc., which focus on introducing the customs and related materials of that world.

The main event is here!

In the largest bookcase directly in front, there are books such as Book of Witchcraft: Predatory Dragon, Slate Rubbing: Power of the Earth, Slate Rubbing: The Elegance of the Wind, All Things Are Balanced, Dialogue with the Soul and so on. The book covers all aspects of the three shamanic systems of enhancement, elemental and healing.

Looking at the vast sea of ​​ancient books, Kausu suddenly felt a sense of loss.

Sure enough, there is no shortcut to success? A good shaman is actually not as simple as beating a few monsters to upgrade a few levels, but going through countless studies and practices!

Full of admiration for the pioneers, he placed the burning wooden chairs on the ground to form a small fire. Then he tentatively pulled out a copy of The Power of Totem.

As the leader of the tribal clan, the shaman is the servant of the elements and the guide of the soul. He plays an immeasurable role in the battlefield by summoning the four totems. This is also the specialty of the enhancement shaman...

Fuck!

As soon as he opened the catalog and saw the contents clearly by the firelight, Kausi screamed strangely and threw the book far away.

What's this?

Will you go blind?

Why do shamans need to learn such terrible things?

Maybe I just had a hallucination and saw something wrong!

Yes! I must be hallucinating. I feel sick now and want to vomit...

In fact, Kausu's eyesight is very good, and he did not misread any Azeroth text.

However, in that book The Power of Totem, the titles of the table of contents are: General Theory of Totem Function, Skillful Use of Solid Geometry to Make Totems, Totems and Circles...

Kausi was in a daze for a long time before he mustered up the courage to draw another copy of Conversations with Souls.

The transmission of information between neuron synapses can be summarized in the properties and changes of microscopic particles. Professor Nesario, a famous scientist, academician of the Dragon Academy of Sciences, and leader of biotechnology, once wrote in the article The Soul is Entangled in the Bones This is discussed in detail...

The pages of the book were not turned for a long time.

I don’t know how long it took, but a crystal teardrop suddenly fell on the book. The young newborn shaman covered his face and cried like a 264-month-old baby.