The undead have been members of the tribe for a long time, but the other three tribes of the tribe still don't trust them, they don't like to be around the dead, and the undead don't like to be around the living, except for a few people who like a special style, only a few diplomats are stationed in the Undercity.

But this doesn't work for adventurers.

Today, the upper floors of the Undercity are filled with orcs and minotaur adventurers from the western continent, and the trolls are a little scarce, but they are not a rare species - they are just like the undead adventurers, constantly going in and out of the underground city every day, looking for the original undead in need of help, bringing back all kinds of materials or other strange things for them, and earning a pitiful payment.

When you're not busy, the tavern is the most popular place for adventurers...... Regardless of how much alcohol they drink, whether they drink or not, they can enjoy the experience of low-quality alcohol here, but without paying for their health.

The immortal body will not be bothered by excessive drinking.

Even some women who don't drink in the other world like to pose as drunkards here, and they often hold small barrels and pour them violently...... Without any pungent taste, the wine is like water in the mouth of the adventurer, and when it is poured into a certain amount of dù, it will spin around...... They're all for fun, and they're happy to experience the perspective of drunkenness with a sober mind.

A little undead girl with beautiful red eyes would occasionally come to the tavern, and she would not look like many undead people with arms and legs, but would always stand by and stare timidly at the food on their table, and after a laugh, they would pull her to their side, tease her a little, and then stuff her arms with food...... The tavernkeeper tried to chase the undead girl, but when he saw the badge she had taken out, he hid with trepidation and did not dare to do anything more.

"Adventurers are all good people," the little girl laughed happily with the adventurers after receiving the food...... It's a pity that I haven't seen her at all lately.

I heard that a group of avid cute lovers had formed a team to feed her in Downtown, and they probably scared the hell out of her.

Except for this particularly conspicuous undead Lori, it is generally difficult for adventurers to distinguish the difference between other undead, and it is even less likely that they are busy with various personal matters every day to notice the recent disappearance of dozens of undead in the Dark City.

"Boss, forty glasses of chilled milk. ”

A sullen greeting rang out, and people nearby looked away from their glasses to see who would come to the tavern to buy milk.

Ah, a minotaur.

The number of minotaur adventurers was not small, but it was not uncommon for a large number of minotaurs to gather together and line up to buy milk at the tavern - their line had already lined up outside the store, completely blocking the tavern door.

The well-wishers seemed to recognize them, and saw the orc pointing at the minotaur spectacle, explaining something to his friends at the table.

Their origins soon reached the ears of every adventurer - these minotaurs seemed to be all members of a guild organization called the 'Mogaure Troupe', and like many ordinary guilds, the members of the Mogaolei Troupe were engaged in their own hobbies, or experienced a strange adventure life, or made money for fun, or upgraded their heads to fight monsters...... The reason they were remembered by the orcs seemed to be because of the fact that its members were all minotaurs, and it seems that a hundred minotaurs had recently organized an event to dance under the gates of Orgrimmar.

Anyway, nothing special.

After taking turns drinking a glass of chilled milk from the tavernkeeper, the large wave of minotaurs lined up in an orderly manner and headed towards the lower town.

"Captain, how are we going to play this time?"

A member of the Minotaur asked.

"Is that what you come to the guild with in mind? How many times do you have to say it before you remember it! We are art workers!"

The leader of a large wave of minotaurs finished roaring, and then turned to the others, "Pay attention to the command later, and you must have a tacit understanding in order to cooperate, and remind you to kick directly if you don't correct it three times." ”

It was as if he was going to brush Sylvanas, and there were also some minotaurs who were very unaware of the art workers, whispering to each other, didn't they just go to the sewers of the Undercity to play with the corpses and then take pictures and upload them.

……

At this moment, the shy and timid mouth in the eyes of the adventurer, the undead Lori was looking like a human, quickly browsing each report, and commenting on it from time to time.

Loria is vigilantly searching for a clue to something unusual, and she must kill all the dangers in the first place.

With the help of the Banshee team, who is the Queen's henchman, she has completely controlled the Royal District and even the entire Undercity, except for the tense atmosphere that is not known to the public, everything is as orderly as when Sylvanas was there.

The banshees were staring at her all the time, and Loria wished Sylvanas would come back soon—peace could not last forever, and the longer the queen was gone, the more likely she would be killed by the undead with evil intentions.

At the end of the day, it's too much to go on a trip or something......

Loria noted a report - several humans broke through the undead barrier, but did not cause any casualties, from ...... From the Plaguelands to the Tirisfar.

She saw Sylvanas's notes on the footnote, which was a report from a long time ago, and somehow got into the pile of texts...... Probably a few bored Silver Dawn Paladins?Loria guessed, or a powerful being who was incognito and on the way?

It's none of her business anyway.

'A few hours later, the downtown cesspool will be released. ’

It was going to stink again, Loria frowned and sniffled, and after thinking that she was under de facto house arrest, she didn't worry anymore - she couldn't get out anyway.

Although the order for the operation of the Undercity is all in her hands at the moment, how can the banshees trust a human?

'The airship has malfunctioned, and the goblins outside the city are investigating, and it is expected that the communication between the Undercity and Kalimdor will be interrupted for several hours. ’

Goblin airship didn't break down or came late, Loria bared her teeth, stupid goblin engineering.

'A large wave of minotaur adventurers has arrived in the Undercity. ’

When will no minotaur come to the Undercity? How many are there in a big wave?

Throwing Wen Jiàn in her hand onto the table, Loria pressed her back to the back of the chair and stretched her waist widely.

By all accounts, the Undercity is running smoothly.

Ah, I really want to go out and play with adventurers...... Looking at the two banshees blocking the door and restricting her range of movement, Loria, who had recently skyrocketed her favorability for adventurers, sighed in her heart.