"Ahh

Loria has recently taken a liking to practice one-sided pronunciation with Alice, holding Alice in her hand and talking non-stop.

"Got the wrong medicine again?"

Alice found a comfortable position to lie down and asked, pestle her cheeks, although she didn't know Salas, she could clearly feel that Loria's pronunciation and rhyme were very strange.

"You're taking the wrong medicine!You've eaten a big bottle of love cakes!" Pink Lori was not happy in the face of sarcasm, and she grimaced at Alice, "I'm trying to improve myself, if I want to eat well in Azeroth, how can I mix without learning seven or eight foreign languages?"

"Tut-tut......" Alice smacked her lips and sat up from Loria's palm, "In this world, all you need to know is one language, and that's 'Beat you.'" ”

"It's just a small grain of love cake, let's talk about the philosophy of violence after hitting the big yellow cat in the hardware store first. ”

"I don't want to think about what stupid person I was trying to save to become like this!"

"That's what kind of idiot didn't care about MP, and I was caught in the end of going back to save her. ”

Unlike the endless bickering with Anne, Loria and Alice rarely quarrel, and even if they did, they were able to quickly stop the fight through some very efficient mechanism - Alice bit Loria's finger, and Loria grabbed Alice and stuffed her mouth.

Generally speaking, the fight always ends with the surrender of Alice, who has been eaten in half, but there are always surprises in the fight.

"Poof!"

Loria wiped her lips desperately with her sleeve, and then whispered, "The first kiss was given to the figure...... I don't have a face to be a man......"

Its song is also mournful, the listener is moved, and the listener is sad.

Alice, who was stupefied, didn't understand the situation, but when she saw that Loria seemed to be defeated, she burst into laughter with her hands on her hips.

Hiding in her room all day, Alice is actually very lonely.

……

Sylvanas sent someone to find a primer in the Salas language from the excavations - a fairy tale about a High Elf Lori who successfully defeated a horde of Night Elves with the help of a magical grandfather - and that anything can be found beneath Lordaeron.

When the queen had something to attend to, Loria would sit aside and quietly complain about the illustrated children's book, which depicted the Night Elves all looking hideous and bullying the High Elves for no apparent reason.

Stumbling through the story, relying on the illustrations to understand the meaning of the text, Loria finally finished it, and realized that there was a short story at the end of the book, very strangely written in a lingua franca mixed with Salasan vocabulary.

An immortal human girl with a powerful magic that does not match her sweet appearance, she lives in seclusion in the depths of the forest...... A strange scene with no beginning or end, almost no plot, just a lot of obscure words to describe how beautiful and incredibly powerful a girl with black and semi-long hair is.

It can't be called a story at all, Loria attributed the headless fragment to the author's brain twitching and didn't bother with it, just as Sylvanas put down her work and was waving at her.

Picking up her chair, Loria staggered towards the queen and began her studies for the day.

After Loria had learned all the words and was able to recite the tenth poem, the priceless teaching was over, and Sylvanas, who seemed to be in a good mood, straightened the things on the table and prepared to leave the small room where she was in the back of the small room, and although Loria was curious about the room and wanted to take the opportunity to take a tour, she had more urgent things to do.

"Your Majesty, can I go to the alchemy area to have a look?"

Suppressed by her nervousness, Loria asked the question bluntly, trying to make herself appear as upright as possible.

"Why?"

Sylvanas didn't look angry, just trying to know Loria's purpose.

"I want to see human ......"

Loria, who didn't dare to lie in front of Sylvanas, had to pick an ambiguous answer, hoping that the queen herself would imagine her purpose, such as wanting to talk to her kind or something.

"Yes......" Sylvanas stared into Loria's eyes, not knowing what she was thinking, and after a moment, she agreed to Loria's request, "You are my guest, as long as you don't leave the Undercity, you can go wherever you want." ”

Is there a guest in the world who is not allowed to leave...... Loria, who had never given up on her plans to escape, sneered...... At best, he is a high-ranking prisoner.

……

The infamous Royal Alchemy Room is probably the most filthy place in the Dark City, and legend has it that countless humans and dwarves have been captured here and suffered in all kinds of bloody real yàn.

The Forsaken study alchemical artifacts as a strategic weapon, and the real products are enemies - the vast majority of the Forsaken have no objection to this, and they do not find it inappropriate to use intelligent beings to do real things...... For Loria's arrival, Sylvanas had apparently informed the alchemists in advance, and they cleaned up the real room and stopped their activities for a while, just sending a few people to keep an eye on Loria.

Even after washing, the moment she stepped into the room, Loria still smelled a sickening smell of blood...... She knew that there were many differences between the undead and the living, and now she realized that these differences could never be bridged.

Humans regard the undead as filthy monsters, and the undead regard humans as real objects that can be treated at will.

Peace seems to be nothing more than a dream...... Loria fought back her disgust, she knew that the Scarlet Crusaders were no better, and if the undead were still killing humans for a certain purpose, then perhaps the Crusaders were torturing the undead for fun.

Camp aside, her purpose here has nothing to do with nobility - more despicable than mean.

When she reached the 'warehouse' deeper underground, Loria clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her skin...... Dozens of humans were locked in large and small cages, and when they heard Loria's footsteps, they cowered and broke down like devastated animals.

Half male and half female, wearing only simple clothes to cover their shame, and the cold water stains on their freshly washed bodies made them huddle in their cages and shiver.

The undead who followed behind Loria and watched over her lit the torches at the entrance in one fell swoop, and when the fire lit up and the humans saw the brightly dressed Loria, they stretched out their hands to the iron cage and asked her for help in muffled voices, several of them made animal-like whining sounds, apparently unable to speak for various reasons.

In the face of such a scene, no human being who still has a conscience will remain indifferent.