In the past, in the game, the matter of the undead eating corpses and eating food has sparked a lot of discussion among players, and now the puzzle has been revealed, in order to maintain the growth of bones and body muscles. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info This is really a very amazing thing, this is very unscientific, but there are many things in Azeroth that cannot be explained by science.

"Yes, you are indeed lucky that you can smell and taste things that most of the forsaken cannot enjoy. For example, the foul smell of decay that occurs in the body... As for tasting—" Locke teased, not going on.

"It's inevitable, everything has its two sides, and if you want to get something, you have to give something else, isn't it fair?" The undead said indifferently, "Besides, I'm used to being the Forsaken. On the contrary, food is rare among the forgotten, so I think the price is worth it. ”

In the end, the jungle hodgepodge was served by the undead, without the control of internal organs, the undead ate without restraint, and Locke wondered if it would leak out of his body if he ate it, after all, Kuleman didn't look like his body was very well organized.

Eventually, Locke promised to continue making feasts for the rest of the day, and the undead gave up licking the vat. And Locke is secretly happy in his heart, he can't get along in the future, he can find a hotel to be a chef, or go to Stormwind City to open a hotel, and he can make money every day, and he doesn't have to worry about life at all, after all, even the undead eat so happily.

After breakfast, the undead went about their daily routine, scouting the movements of the Scourge Legion, and Locke began to digest the knowledge he had stored in his mind. Harvey's knowledge of combat training.

Locke is an ordinary person on the earth, and he is also a veteran, although he has been a soldier, but since he was discharged, he has never exercised his body, he used to be able to do more than 200 push-ups in one breath in the army, but now it is difficult to do 50 in one breath, and in two years, the body has stepped down, after all, the environment is different. It is even more impossible to have more than ten years to dance with knives and guns, and the previous body is inferior to the current body in all aspects. Although he is much stronger now than before, this kind of thing is not practiced by himself with a knife and a gun, and it must be relatively unfamiliar to use, and these things can only be considered safe if they are fully mastered.

The long-term exercise makes every part of the body very good, the complexion is slightly yellow like a tree-like thick arms, the muscles of the entire upper arm feel as hard as a stone, the six-pack abs after picking up the jacket are impressive, the two chest muscles are also slightly raised, the whole person is as strong as an orangutan, Locke feels that he is about two meters, and the earth's self is only 1.7 meters, as for the face, I can't see it at the moment, I think it's almost nothing, men, and I don't eat by my face.

It's a great feeling of being able to change from a small corner to a large villa with its own swimming pool garden, the only drawback is that it can't be used freely, and it takes practice.

There are no shortcuts to training.

The weight of a long sword is 14 pounds if you use the domestic conventional algorithm, and if you pick it up without exercise, it may be nothing for a while, and after two minutes, you will feel that it is in the way, and you don't want it for yourself after five minutes. And now Locke has no pressure to pick it up with one hand, no matter how long it takes, Locke has a deep understanding of this, and he has been wielding his sword all morning, but there is nothing abnormal in his wrist.

Locke recalled that Harvey's training methods, these knowledge were stored in his mind like a diary, just like the use of swordsmanship, and he could clearly feel that this was Harvey's accumulation of more than ten years, bit by bit, gathered together, and became his current instinctive moves, slowly becoming familiar with proficiency, and proficiency into habit. For example, your posture when attacking, the position of the center of gravity of your body, and what you need to pay attention to when playing, where your sword is, why is it, where is the enemy's sword, false moves, the timing of the attack, etc., slowly Locke becomes more and more proficient.

Locke couldn't help but swing the long sword in his hand, this feeling of completely mastering himself was very good, compared to what he had before, the current martial arts were more like a part of himself, and he could use them completely as he wanted.

In the next few days, Locke was like a child who had just gotten a new toy, practicing with great interest, and gradually became familiar with the undead, and the two got along quite well together, if you didn't look at his appearance, Locke really regarded him as a human.

Another day, Locke had been playing with his sword all day, and the undead Culleman had not yet returned, and the sun above his head slowly turned westward, until he completely disappeared into the mountain jungle, and Locke put down his sword.

Soon after, Kuleman returned, accompanied by two turkeys, and briefly greeted Locke, but said nothing more.

The difference between day and night in the Tirisfarh glade is not very large, thanks to the glass-blue sky above the sky, which blocks most of the direct contact between sunlight and the ground, which makes it always the same color no matter what time of day it is seen. The difference between the two is that there is a sun during the day, and the sky is more measured, and at night there is a starry sky and a moon, and the fog is greater.

Today's Kuleman is relatively silent, probably because he has something on his mind, holding a small jar of jungle smorgasbord, silently pouring it into his mouth on the side, and the hodgepodge of soup flows down the flesh-deficient jaw bone and spills on his body, but he doesn't notice it at all.

"What, is something happening today?" After thinking about it for a long time, Locke decided to ask.

"Kuleman? Kuleman? Seeing that the undead was in a daze, Locke called out to him softly again.

"Oh? You call me? Locke?" The undead Kuleman came back to his senses, and he was a little anxious.

"Oh, I'm asking you, is there something going on? I see that you look preoccupied. Locke stood up, threw away the small jar in his hand, and wiped his mouth.

The undead didn't speak, but happily ate the smorgasbord in his small restaurant, spooned a jar, and slowly sat on the ground and savored it.

Locke is not in a hurry, it seems that the undead have something to say, but there are concerns, it's okay, we have more time, I can wait slowly, if I say it, I will listen to it as a story.

Finally, after the undead smashed the bones on his mouth, he said what was in his heart.

"As I said before, I am now loyal to the Queen of Darkness, I am tasked with keeping an eye on this abandoned town, yesterday I went to the Gallen Haunted House, reported to the commander there, the pharmacist, Gerod, and passed my reconnaissance report through him to Severon, the Archon of Brill, hoping to have reinforcements to deal with the Mill, but the news I got today is not optimistic."

The undead Kuleman poured a large smorgasbord into his mouth, and then said:

"The monastery northeast of Tirisfa is now occupied by a group of humans who have established a base there to coop the remnants of the kingdom of Lordaeron. Our Forsaken are their main targets, with towers near our main strongholds and towns, and even at the mouth of the sewers in the Undercity, which they use as a camp to keep our forces at bay. And we have to fight against natural disasters on the one hand, and on the other hand, we have to fight against them, and now the fatigue of fighting on both sides is revealed, and we are seriously under-armed with the Forsaken. ”

The undead Kuleman's face was full of worry, and he threw away the small jar in his hand.

Of course I know, those poor lunatics have turned on the Holy Light Plug-in, and it is Toto's ruthlessness to beat the undead, Locke thought to himself.

"You may not know how we forsaken came about, I tell you! Do you know the underground burial chamber in the cemetery? When I woke up, I crawled out of the piles of corpses that dotted the catacombs, and it was hard to imagine it, and it took me months of nervous breakdowns to come to terms with that. The undead looked down at the flames dancing in the fire pit, and his face was expressionless.

"According to the mourner, Mordo, the corpses were hopeless at the time, after all, they were some corpses that had been dead for almost a month, but I didn't expect to wake up unexpectedly, yes, part of the forsaken was born by himself. As for the other part, it is to break free from the shackles of the Lich King, which explains why there are so few of our kind, after all, if we die one, there is one less, for this reason, we collect human corpses everywhere, Silver Pine Forest, Hillsbrad, Plaguelands, Arathi Heights, etc., the undead everywhere have the obligation to expand their own race, and then transport them back to Deathstroke Town, oh ~ Sorry, that's the former Quiet Town, your hometown, no way, Locke, this is war. ”

Yes, this is war, my father may have fought to the death for honor, this is war! Damn war! Locke has some sadness in his heart, belonging to Locke. Harvey's thoughts drifted through his mind for a moment.

Locke put away the sadness in his heart and said expressionlessly; "It's not your fault, it's the Scourge Legion's sin, no! It's all the Burning Legion in the end, and sooner or later I'll get my revenge! ”

"I'm sorry." The low, hoarse voice of the undead rang in Locke's ears.

"It's okay, go ahead with Cullerman."

"So, we're running out of troops, and we may not have any reinforcements to help me deal with things here for a while." The undead continued.

Yes, the Forsaken are the most difficult times now, with the Scourge Legion on this side, the Avengers of the Scarlet Crusade outside the main city of Darkness, and the warriors of the Alliance outside. Of course, in a few years, you have defeated the Lich King, and the Scarlet Crusade is almost gone, and the main force of the Alliance, humanity, is no longer rejecting you, and with Vagri, you will no longer be a problem, Locke muttered to himself.

"And today I was in the graveyard of the Agamande family, and I found a scene that I didn't want to see." The undead's voice sank again, and the hoarse voice sounded a little depressed.

"I found Dagaur, this scoundrel! Yes, I know him even when he turns to ashes! Kuleman gritted his teeth

"I knew him when I was a human being, a ruffian who bullied the mill workers and our families, and he did all kinds of evil while he was alive, and he was terrible. Now he has also become an undead, obviously he is not the Forsaken, he is a necromancer of the Scourge Legion, a captain, he is now entrenched in the cemetery of the Agamandel family, using the necromantic magic given by his evil master to resurrect the souls of the ancestors of the Agamande family in the cemetery, I must stop him, otherwise the situation here will be greatly deteriorated, and it will be more troublesome to deal with in the future. ”

The undead Kuleman finally finished the whole thing, according to Locke's previous thoughts, it is actually relatively simple, if it is converted to the previous in the game, a set of heirloom trumpets can easily beat everything, not to mention any Dalgao, rare elites are also found everywhere to fight.

But in this real world it doesn't work, first of all, there are necromancers! Secondly, it is the souls of the dead that Dargao resurrects!

O necromancer! That's magic.,Locke hasn't seen magic with his own eyes in his life.,I don't know if the magic power is big or small.,Is it a mouse with a name.,It's locked.,And then you can hit it anywhere.,Unless it's outside the casting distance.,That's a problem.。 There may be a few curses, if this curse comes to himself, in terms of his current self, he will definitely hang, Kuleman looks like a thief, not a priest, taking a step back, even if he is a priest, he may not necessarily save people, it is estimated that a great god can only save it, as for running corpses... Still don't think about it.

And then there is the revenant thing is a spirit, many novels and movies have revealed that he is physically immune, although the definition in the World of Warcraft is not obvious, but you can't prepare nothing, you have to find a way.