It was dim, silent, and even the air smelled a mildewy smell that made people feel unpleasant.

I'm sure it's not the smell of moldy food... In this place full of war and fighting, no food will be placed to the point of mold, and food and drinking water will always be the most precious things here.

The sky in the distance is a darkness without light, which is the inherent color of this land, and it is said that the sun has not risen since it was slaughtered by the resurrected spirits of the dead five years ago.

I have heard from the gray-robed mages in the city of mages in Dalaran that they say that it is because the Great Lich Kel'thugad has placed a curse on the land, that any hope and life will be far away from it, and that the flower of purity will never bloom in the land of sin, and I have understood this since birth.

I still remember the scenery of my hometown, the beautiful, lazy Black Shore where you want to fall asleep singing, and the lights of Darnassus, even though it was a long night, but as a Night Elf, I loved the night, it was quiet, it was harmony, it was the dream home of all elves.

Instead of here, the dark night here only makes me feel a wave of fear flowing in my bones.

Although as a stalker walking in the dark, I shouldn't be afraid.

Our profession is always not so formal in the eyes of ordinary people, most people associate us with thieves and robbers, but only our companions in the dark know the meaning of our existence.

Where there is light, there will be darkness, paladins and warriors, and priests and mages walk in the light, they spread hope and beauty, and we must remove the filth in the darkness.

Of course, I'd rather you call me a ranger or a thief, even though I'm not interested in robbing the rich and giving to the poor.

If I had the power to choose, I would never have come to the Eastern Plague Lands, as I said, there is no hope here, no one wants to come here, but the work has to be done, maybe I should throw the bag full of gold coins in the face of the fat merchant to protest that he let me come here.

But to be honest, for the sake of those lovely gold coins, there are some risks, you still have to take a risk, anyway, it's just a letter left and right, no matter how dangerous it is, where can it be dangerous?

Speaking of which, I think it's time for me to return home, and in the past 5 years, I've fought tall orcs and cunning trolls with daggers in the dark, and that battle has left me with an extra scar on my face, and my opponent has lost a life.

In general, I made money, but who doesn't want a stable life?

My mentor always told me that it's not a good thing to be cranky, that you have to be focused enough to dodge a blade that cuts through your neck, to pick up a life in a life-and-death battle, but now that you're not fighting, so just let me think about it.

Think of the good things that will help you pass the hard time of walking in the disgusting plague land.

I looked up boredly, and scanned the unchanging landscape, the dark sky, the gloomy front, the foul-smelling river, etc., who was the old man by the river?

Why did he end up in the Eastern Plaguelands, the hellish place?

I remember that 4 years ago, the alliance officials had already sent the living humans in the Eastern Plague Land to the south of the continent, and now there are only undead left in this land, except for the soldiers, right?

Hey... The old man seems to have seen me, forget it, let's go and take a look, maybe he needs help?

I put away the dagger in my hand, and faced an old man with gray hair, I didn't need it, I looked at the chaotic river flowing next to me, the river that was about to dry up.

The Sordo River, once the lifeblood of the land, is now a stench of plague and poisonous water.

It's really disappointing.