Race to 80th Level

Most players of "World Of Warcraft" can be time to make the enlargement "Wrath Of The Lich King" to fully enjoy. And that's good. Because who as quickly as possible from Level 70 to Level 80 will come, not only fighting against orcs, dwarves and the clock? but also against itself
  This is the story of the Troll Mage Candyman, named after a song by Sammy Davis Jr., not after the horror movies. The good Candyman is my avatar in "World Of Warcraft", the most successful virtual world in the world. With him I want to play in the new expansion "Wrath Of The Lich King reach Level 80? and as the first ever. I start with level 70, like most. I have nothing more than to play like the most. It is a race without any ifs and buts, the wage of the winner is eternal glory. This is my story.
* Level 70 *
The "Lich King" spins a few days before the publication of me. While others are still on the delivery of an Internet service or sending the heads at night sales drive, I enter on Thursday, 17 November at midnight point to the new continent of Northrend. A crowd of well Privileged here has gathered in the start area, the port of retaliation. Some of them jumping around impatiently. "How many days their estimates for Level 80?", Asked Druid in the round. "As little as possible, I want the first one," I reply.

Fifteen seconds in which to present a scornful look at my modest equipment seem to throw. "ROFL" echoes across the screen. I must admit I'm a little tense. Indeed, in comparison with the martial Orcs, Tauren and undead around him Candyman acts like a man who has forgotten his Gehwagen. In addition, ten Level not chicken. Ten Level: That is more than 16 million experience points, which I must collect. When I display a narrow, horizontal bar, which in 20 sections and is slowly fills with color as an old mercury thermometer. The killing of a monster is about 1000 points rewarded? I must say more? To clock 00.15 pour me fresh coffee and movie, I get to work. Golden exclamation mark on the minds of green figures show that orders to me that I can take. In the jargon they are called RPG quests. I let myself to some one. Superficially, I read the task through, then I give my Reitdinosaurier the spores. In the coming hours, I feed a dog meat with crows, accumulate in a ship wreck co!
ntainer with liquid and burn infected corpses of fallen warriors.
FOUND IN ... GEELove For Games 2008InhaltsverzeichnisAktuelles December Issue bestellenwww.geemag.deIch am relieved when I after work experience points per 20,000 Quest finished skim. So it should go on. And so it goes on: On a bat riding I throw poison bombs seekranke sailors and then kill 15 of its comrades. But the mercury crawls slowly. Still, none of the players on the server level managed to jump, but I must hurry me. On it goes after Quälheim. There, I massacre on behalf of a bunch of fat monstrosity Viking ulkigen beings with names like Ulf Aderlasser. I ignite their homes and their leaders meuchle. For a few more experience points, I also had their children taken away and sold to slave traders.
To 3:42 clock I collected 752,222 points, pour me on the supposed number schnaps a glass of red wine and let the rugged cliffs of the Howling Fjord quickly behind me? otherwise I still devices in the throng of the stragglers from the midnight sales.
On the back of a large turtle ferry do I control a new port. The turtle is in accordance with the principle driven donkey: Two carrots commute to an Angel before their nose, they strampelt and strampelt, but they will reach the root vegetables never. I feel sorry for the turtle, because it is her as me: "World Of Warcraft" keeps me always the best carrot in front of the nose and makes me even bite off a piece of times, so I come to the taste. But I always stay hungry, and this hunger for the tangible Middle pushes me. So I strampele and strampele without ever having to feel tired at some point will be allowed.
Blizzard's logic is that not every animal is killed for meat, some quests required return, but instead of heavy armor with spell damage may drop. I retting an entire herd of fallow deer, which is two minutes later, again from nothing materialized. 4:34 clock to kill me "by the Bodo Hermann Klause, a dachshund with Killerwal name. A half an hour to set the twilight one. I look after the game and was appalled to note that now about a dozen players already at Level 71 are. My incipient fatigue and my innate bad conscience, a sunrise before bedtime to do, give me the rest are still at Level 70, meanwhile 1,048,098 experience points, I throw myself at six clock in the pillow. And wild dream.