Ying'er said with tears in her eyes, "No, Master! We will die together!" Gao Liang roared at the giant dragon, "Come then! Let the storm rage even more fiercely!" The dragon spread its wings to attack, but Gao Liang was quick on his feet, grasping a single feather from the dragon's wing—no matter how hard the dragon struggled, it could not shake him off, and so it soared upward. As the dragon swooped down toward Ying'er, Gao Liang moved with extraordinary agility, seizing her first. Then, with a swift twist, both of them ended up sitting upon the dragon's back. "Gaa-gaa-gaa!" The dragon glided through the storm, lightning, and thunder, weaving through the dark night, now steady and unshaken in its flight. The dragon had been tamed—something neither Gao Liang nor Ying'er had expected. Ying'er gently touched the foot on Gao Liang's side that had been injured for her, her heart filled with tenderness, and asked, "Does it hurt, Master?" Gao Liang shook his head, and Ying'er could hardly believe it. Upon closer inspection, wow! What kind of shoes were Long, sturdy leather boots—made of reinforced fiber—offered excellent foot protection. When Ying'er removed them, she saw that the bright foot was unharmed and immediately exclaimed with delight, "Master! That's wonderful! If your feet were ever injured, I'd never be at peace the rest of my life!" "Ying'er, don't call me 'Master!' Call me 'Liangge!'” "No, I'm an angel with 6,000 years of spiritual power. How can I be your sister?" Ying'er pouted, deliberately acting sulky. "Very well, then—let's just say nothing!" Lianggao didn't press further, but Ying'er, being clever, promptly said, "Liangdi!" "Liangjie!" Lianggao also called out naturally. But this time, Ying'er wouldn't have it: "Hmph! I'm not old at all—don't call me that!" Lianggao smiled warmly, knowing he'd won. That was exactly what he'd hoped for. In the end, Ying'er quietly called Lianggao 'Liangge,' and Lianggao naturally called her 'Yingjie.' At this moment, the giant dragon soared past the dark zone and entered a realm of clear blue skies and white clouds. Below lay a lush green grassland, the air fresh and invigorating, the scenery exceptionally enchanting. Both were feeling exceptionally at ease. Suddenly, the dragon shivered and high-light and Ying'er gently descended from the sky. "Ah!" they both exclaimed simultaneously, landing on the vast, endless grassland, where the wind gently rustled the grass and flowers released a fragrant aroma. Ying'er's delicate, soft body landed softly upon High-light's. In this comfortable setting, they gazed into each other's eyes, and gradually, their lips drew near. They began passionately kissing. High-light's broad tongue intertwined with Ying'er's delicate, fragrant tongue, clinging tightly, inseparable. High-light grew wildly enthusiastic, and the two rolled and danced continuously on the soft, emerald-green grass. After the intense kissing, High-light began to gently caress the softness that had long captivated him. "No, Bright-brother!" Yet, with his passion fully ignited, he could not be stopped. Ying'er's softness transformed into various shapes under the vigorous massage, and she began to breathe lightly, feeling deeply touched—after being gently touched by Gao Liang, her body felt numb and tingling, and that sensation was truly wonderful. "Will you be my woman?" Gao Liang asked softly to Ying'er. Ying'er felt shy, nodded slightly, yet also a little afraid. As Gao Liang was about to remove Ying'er's underpants, a voice suddenly spoke from beside him: "Gao Liang, welcome to the World of Warcraft! This is a brand-new world. Would you like to summon a mythical creature? If so, follow me!" Gao Liang paused his actions. Ying'er immediately straightened her clothes. To their surprise, an elderly dwarf with white hair, stroking his beard, was speaking directly to them. Ying'er added, they had entered the legendary Magic Forest, home to over ten races: the Night Elves, Humans, Orcs, Goblins, Dwarves, Undead, Trolls, Halflings, Blood Elves, Werewolves, and Gnomes. Each race possesses its own distinct characteristics, including unique story backgrounds, cities, innate abilities, modes of transportation, and mounts. When Ying'er expressed her curiosity, she listed over ten professions—such as the holy knights who follow the light, the druids who uphold natural harmony, the brave and combat-focused warriors, the mages who wield magic, the warlocks influenced by demons, the rogues who operate in the shadows, the hunters who share a bond with beasts, the steadfast priests, the shamans who summon elemental forces, and the death knights embodying darkness and evil. Beyond their diverse skill sets and spells, each profession also features unique talent trees. If Gaoang wishes to advance toward the divine, higher-tier stages, he must adapt and learn the skills and spells of various races and professions. With Ying'er, the beautiful angel, serving as his guide in his mind, Gaoang only needed a brief thought before nodding in agreement. Yet, the elven old dwarf turned to Gao Liang and said, "Young man, reaching the level of a Summoner is no small feat—it requires not only exceptional talent and a keen thirst for learning, but also relentless dedication and consistent, tireless practice to truly become a master!" After Gao Liang nodded in agreement, the elven elder cast a spell toward a stone gate that stood suddenly before them: "Beasts! Beasts! Come forth!" As soon as the words were spoken, a host of strange creatures surged out of the cave entrance, rushing toward Gao Liang and Ying'er. They all reared up with their jaws agape, their mouths like great, open caverns. Ying'er clutched Gao Liang's hand and nestled against him, saying, "Liang, if my judgment is correct, these beasts each possess a spiritual power of no less than 3,000 years. Should all of them respond to your summons, you would then command an invincible army—enough to appear as a full legion across the cosmos!" "But," she added, "I don't want you to go on adventures!" Ying'er saw a giant monster standing before Gao Liang, like a towering stone statue three stories high, and felt a bit intimidated. "Ying'er, once the arrow is loosed, there's no going back! We've come this far—we'll settle in. Believe me, this is my greatest trial and test. If I don't accelerate toward divinity, how can we possibly stay together?" Gao Liang's words made Ying'er gaze at him with sparkling eyes. "Young man, I'm off! Go on, make your own way!" The elven elder spoke and then vanished. A full hundred魔兽 launched their attacks against Gao Liang. The giant monster roared, and then night elves, foreign humans, orcs, bull people, dwarves, undead, gnomes, blood elves, werewolves, and goblins surged in from all sides. Gao Liang knew that if he could conquer the giant monster, he could subdue these races—at the very least, establish a strong sense of intimidation. "Aaaah!" The giant roared, and with one paw, it swung toward Gao Liang. "Bright brother, watch out!" After pushing Ying'er to a safe spot, Ying'er expressed her growing concern. "Don't worry about me—I'll be fine!" Just as High-light finished speaking, the giant monster's claws seized him.