The constant convulsions of the corpse made Zhang Cheng's pupils shrink violently, and the excitement caused by the killing quickly calmed down, staring at the attacker who suddenly appeared, and the whole person's nerves tensed to the limit.

But before he could see what the other party really looked like, he suddenly heard a girl's piercing scream in his ears, followed by more attackers rushing out of the darkness and attacking the masked men who had hijacked the caravan, and in less than two or three minutes, the rudimentary camp was bleeding.

All those who tried to resist, or who had a tendency to resist, were mercilessly slaughtered, except those who had dropped their weapons and knelt on the ground from the beginning survived.

Precise, efficient, lethal, and merciless......

These black shadows, which wrap themselves tightly under the gray cloak, do not communicate with each other in any words or movements, which perfectly illustrates what it means to be intimate and coordinated.

They were like a bunch of emotionless machines, even if they harvested several lives, they didn't have the slightest fluctuation in their emotions, and quickly snatched the small chest full of arcane crystals.

As for the other goods in the carriage, they were not even interested in taking a look.

Undoubtedly, their purpose is clear, and that is the Arcane Water Crystal, which is coveted by all intelligent beings in Azeroth, and to do so, they will not hesitate to destroy all obstacles.

With the help of the camp's dim bonfire, Zhang Cheng finally vaguely noticed something unusual, such as the strange red light reflected from the attacker's eyes, and the rancid smell in the air.

Although the smell is masked by a more pungent smell that resembles embalming liquid, it can be distinguished with a little care.

"Don't act rashly, the living ......" killed the black shadow of the mustachioed man, making a hoarse voice that gave goosebumps all over his body.

"Who are you?"

Zhang Cheng cautiously tried to prepare the next spell quietly.

As long as the other party makes any threatening moves, he will not hesitate to knock them down to the balcony on the second floor of the wooden house with a flame blast, opening up the distance in his favor.

After all, after witnessing the creepy sneak attack just now, no one who is a little vigilant will allow such a dangerous person to approach, let alone give him a chance to repeat his old tricks.

But the guy hidden under the dark gray cloak didn't seem to care at all, and continued to laugh and say in a voice like a fingernail scratching a plank, "Who are we? Hahahaha! I have to say, you asked an interesting question, so funny that I don't even know how to answer you."

The reason is simple, we are called undead by the outside world, and the Alliance calls us undead, just like the Scourge led by the Lich King, who hate us, fear us, and desire to destroy us forever.

But the reality is quite the opposite, we are mortal enemies with that bastard of Arceth, and no race in Azeroth is willing to give everything to complete the ultimate revenge like we are.

As for the Horde, although they have temporarily accepted us as members, they do not trust us, and even have an attitude of scrutiny and suspicion, and use us to contain the power of the alliance.

We call ourselves the Forsaken, loyal to Sylvanas, Queen of Darkness......"

Hearing that the other party reported to his home, Zhang Cheng's nerves, which were already quite nervous, suddenly became more nervous, and he even had an urge to strike first.

You must know that these living dead with independent consciousness in front of you are not human bandits who were suspected of being "syndicates" before, each of them has personally experienced the tragic war, whether it is killing skills or psychological quality, they are far superior to the former.

Especially when under the control of the Lich King, most of the Forsaken have their hands stained with the blood of innocent civilians, and their hearts have long been consumed by twisted and dark feelings.

Although they are now regained their senses, the driving force that sustains them is never positive feelings such as love and hope, but the unparalleled hatred for the Scourge and the Lich King, for which they will do whatever it takes, even if it is to extinguish the last shred of humanity and conscience.

If it accidentally falls into their hands, it is definitely a relief to be killed on the spot, and those who survive will become the test subjects of all kinds of terrible magic potions, plagues, limb modifications, and even more unlucky, they will be awakened from death and become one of the cursed.

As a player who once played the role of the Forsaken, Zhang Cheng would rather choose to die than choose to be a captive of the undead.

What's more, the current Queen of Darkness, Sylvanas, completely treats her subordinates as a kind of consumable for revenge.

In her own words, the Forsaken are arrows in a quiver, and all she has to do is shoot them one by one until the Scourge is completely destroyed.

The undead spirit at the head undoubtedly sensed his emotions from Zhang Cheng's changing eyes, and nodded with satisfaction with his disgusting mouth: "Yes, it seems that you are a smart fellow, and you are not like other living people, either rushing up to look for death like crazy when you see us, or turning around and running away screaming." You seem to be calm, so I advise you to stand still so that I don't have to sacrifice my precious men to kill you, and you can save your own life. You know, killing a mage is still a hassle, isn't it?"

"Do you think you can kill me with just a few living dead? Someone tried just now, but alas, he failed, and you will be no exception. Zhang Cheng responded indifferently.

Perhaps it was the crushing battle that had built up his confidence, or perhaps the disgust of the undead had overcome everything, but in short, he felt that the tension and fear in his heart were rapidly subsiding, replaced by an inexplicable calmness, completely unafraid of the threat revealed in the other party's words.

"Hahahaha, do you think those rabble syndicate bandits can compare to us?"

With a disdainful laugh, the shadow slowly took off his hood, revealing a face that resembled the scene of a car accident.

In particular, the dense sutures on the left half and the dark green mucus oozing from the sutures are like nightmares from nightmares, and I believe that this face alone is enough to scare off more than 90% of the living people.

Of course, compared to the large wriggling white larvae around the eye sockets, a mere stitched face doesn't seem like much of a fuss.

It's no wonder that when the Forsaken first appeared in the game, even as a member of the Horde, they still had a cold relationship with the other three races.

I'm afraid that in addition to the dark style of acting, even orcs with a rough aesthetic style will be disgusted by this dignity alone.

Looking at such a "heavy taste" and "restricted" picture, Zhang Cheng only felt that his appetite was overturned, and the dinner he ate not long ago kept rising, and he could rush out of his throat at any time.

Fortunately, just as he wanted to vomit but did not vomit, a very rhythmic sound suddenly came from a distance, which quickly diverted his attention, and within a few seconds he heard the neighing of the horses.

In less than three or five minutes, a long line of torches appeared in the distance of the forest path......