These guys were cleaning up the battlefield while William Carter watched coldly from the sidelines. He recognized them—they were the most basic units from Warcraft: human footmen and elven archers.

In the game, human footmen were the most despised units: slow, weak in attack, and nothing but cannon fodder on the battlefield. Archers were a bit stronger, but so fragile that they’d die at the slightest touch.

He never expected that, seeing these guys in real life, they’d actually look so impressive. The human footman was massive—at least two meters tall. The heavy sword and shield in his hands must weigh seventy or eighty pounds each, and with the armor, probably a hundred pounds in total.

The elven beauty was also extremely tall, especially those round, taut legs, full of powerful grace. She was only half a head shorter than William Carter.

“Hey kid, what are you doing alone in the forest? And wearing such strange clothes.” The one who spoke was the elven girl. She didn’t mock William Carter for his earlier act of playing dead.

“Ki… kid?” William Carter was stunned. He could actually speak their language fluently, as if it were his mother tongue.

But this girl in front of him seemed about the same age as him, and she called him a kid?

“That’s right, I’m already thirty. You look like you’re only sixteen or seventeen. Why did you come to the Kobold Forest? It’s dangerous here.”

“Sixteen or seventeen?” I’m already twenty-five! Sure, I’m handsome and dashing, but you can’t possibly think I look ten years younger.

Could it be… William Carter suddenly realized a possibility. He quickly pulled out a small mirror from his pocket (a must-have for professionals). What he saw was a slightly youthful face.

He’d become younger? Was this real?

What does it feel like for a man in his twenties to suddenly become a teenager? First, it’s unbelievable. Then what? Try to turn back like Detective Conan? Of course not! He’d gained ten extra years of youth for nothing. William Carter just felt absolutely thrilled, ecstatic, overjoyed.

If there weren’t people around, he would have shouted out loud.

(Due to the average lifespan of ordinary people on the Dota continent being 130-140 years, the protagonist’s age automatically adjusted accordingly upon entering.)

But back to the point, why was that long-legged elf staring at him? Sure, he knew he was charming, but shouldn’t he get a chance to show off first? He hadn’t even started flirting, and this beauty was already being so forward. Haha, Western beauties really are open.

Just as William Carter was about to respond, the long-legged elf spoke.

“Kid, are you a class-changed warrior? I can sense energy fluctuations from you.”

As soon as the elf said this, the two men who had been cutting up kobold corpses also turned their attention to William Carter, leaving him confused and swallowing the pickup line he’d just prepared.

A burly, bearded man stood up and casually wiped the blood from his hands onto his shirt. His bull-like eyes roamed over William Carter, making him feel creeped out, worried the guy might have some weird fetish.

Suddenly, the bearded man slapped William Carter on the back, making him stagger. “Kid, not bad! When did you change class? You look like you’re only sixteen or seventeen!”

“Change class? What’s that?” Anyone who plays games knows roughly what class change means, but William Carter wanted to know the specifics.

“You don’t even know what class change is?” The bearded man looked a bit surprised, scratching his head as if unsure how to explain. “Uh… simply put… ah… only strong people can change class… weak people can’t.”

That was basically saying nothing. The long-legged elf shot the clumsy bearded man a slightly reproachful look and continued, “The Dota continent is full of dangers. For survival, for the glory of the Sentinel, we must fight. Some talented commoners can complete their class change at twenty, learning various combat skills and becoming powerful protectors of humanity. That’s a class-changed warrior. I, and those guys, are all class-changed warriors.” The long-legged elf pointed at the three big men.

“If a class-changed warrior can reach level 25 before the age of forty-five, they can become a class-changed hero. Class-changed heroes can live nearly a thousand years. If they can reach level 25 again in their lifetime, they can complete a second class change and become a legendary hero. For example, the Moon Priestess who has lived for over ten thousand years, Prophet Malfurion, the great human sage Keeper of the Light, the wise Earthshaker of the Tauren, and some reclusive peerless experts. Of course, those legendary figures are people we’ll never get to meet.”

(Sentinel: In the game Dota, one of the two opposing sides, officially called the Sentinel Legion, mainly composed of elves, dwarves, orcs, and humans. “For the glory of the Sentinel” is a common slogan among class-changed warriors of the Sentinel Legion.)

At this point, the long-legged elf’s expression was filled with boundless longing and reverence. That was because, whether it was the Moon Priestess or Prophet Malfurion, they were both powerful predecessors of the Night Elves.

Level twenty-five, just like the level cap in Dota, but undoubtedly much harder to reach.