Locke didn't rush to answer, but scrutinized the humble camp and its surroundings. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The big windmill in front of him squeaked and turned, the fan surface was already in tatters, and the supporting skeleton of the entire windmill was rusty, and in some places it was about to fall, probably just a strong wind, but even so, the windmill was still squeaking rhythmically.

At the bottom of the windmill is a door, the door is closed, and it is not known what is inside.

In the open space in front of the door, there was a bonfire that had been dug out, the fire was not lit, some firewood was scattered around it, and some jars were still around the fire.

One thing is for sure, though, that this windmill town was built on the top of a hill where there is a road that leads straight down the hill, and where Locke can even see the houses at the foot of the hill in the distance. The road from which Locke came was another road leading to the top of the mountain, but it was densely wooded, and the mountain on that side was not very steep, so I didn't find it.

As he stood there, he could faintly hear the waves crashing against the reef.

"You haven't answered my question yet, human, there's a limit to my patience without confirming the level of threat." The mysterious man pulled out the dagger from his waist and fiddled with it in his hand, and the dagger came and went in his hand as if by magic.

If nothing else, he should be the Forsaken, and that would be easy, Locke thought.

"Relax friend, don't be nervous, can I call you friend?" Locke threw down his sword, sat down in front of the windmill, shrugged his shoulders and said, "At least you saved my life, didn't you?" ”

The dagger in the mysterious man's hand flew as if he hadn't heard.

"My name is Locke. Harvey is a native of Quiet Town, and Quiet Town may no longer exist now. I was escorting my mother and friends to Hearthvale, only to be left behind by a damn undead attack on the way. And then, as you can see, that's pretty much what it looks like. Locke felt that since he had come to this world and inherited everything from Harvey, there was no need to change his name, and it was not interesting to change his name to Zhao Ritian.

The mysterious man hid his dagger as if by magic, and Locke's eyes widened and he couldn't see where it was hidden, could it be like a black bag in the game or something?

"Do you still have friends? In this abandoned town? The mysterious man asked, pointing to the outline of the town in the distance.

"No, I'm the last person in the palace, and the rest should have gone to the Valley of the Hearth."

The mysterious man groaned, and for a moment he didn't speak in his hoarse chest pronunciation, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

"Do you have anything to eat here? I haven't eaten in a day. ”

After waiting for a long time, Locke still felt that filling his stomach was the most important thing.

Locke licked his lips and hadn't eaten for a day, which would be a little hungry.

The mysterious man did not speak, but turned and walked to the small door under the windmill, pushed it open and walked inside.

There was a clangling sound in the windmill, and then the mysterious man came out, holding a small cloth bag in his hand, and threw it to Locke, who was sitting on the ground.

"Eat it, it doesn't taste very good, but it can solve your current dilemma." The man in black took out his dagger and smeared it on it.

Locke hurriedly took the bag and opened it, pulling out some black dried fruit from it.

"What is this?"

"It's dried pumpkins, from Barnier's farms, at least that's what Shimir said. Who knows? The mystery man said with a shrug.

Locke took the dried pumpkin in disbelief, a little hesitant, you must know that the reputation of the Forsaken is indeed not good, and there is a Royal Apothecary Guild among them, most of which are distorted undead in their hearts, often making all kinds of toxic reagents, using humans for experiments, if this poisonous...

The mysterious man put away his dagger, clasped his hands to his chest, and looked at Locke like this.

Locke looked at the pumpkin slice in his hand and was silent for a long time.

If he wants to harm me, he won't bother to bring me out.

He looked at the pumpkin slice in his hand, it was black, and there was a layer of fluff on it, Locke sighed, in this world, only strength is the cornerstone of everything, and nothing can be guaranteed without power! If I had the strength, would I still eat this kind of dried pumpkin that I don't know how long I have been sitting?

Locke took a deep breath, exhaled, mustered up the courage, grabbed a handful of dried pumpkins and stuffed it into his mouth, his eyes closed at the same time, his face tense.

When the thing reached his mouth, he chewed it slowly, and slowly tasted it.

It's a little sweet, dry and a little hard, there is a smell of dried pumpkin that I ate in my hometown when I was a child, and there is a musty smell caused by long-term storage, and nothing else, Locke swallowed it ruthlessly.

After a while, Locke breathed a sigh of relief and began to gulp down.

When the mysterious man saw this, he turned around and went to the side to get some branches, threw them on the ground, and then took out two stones from somewhere and rubbed them, and the sparks that rubbed fell on the pile of branches, and gradually the branches smoked, and the fire grew for a while.

The mysterious man beckoned to Locke, who was watching him while eating, and motioned for him to sit down.

Locke took the pumpkin bag in his hand, stood up and walked over, sitting across from the mystery man.

The mystery man sat down as well, then took off his coat and hat and confronted Locke, who was eating dried pumpkins.

A moment before this, Locke himself was ready to witness the Forsaken up close, but when the Forsaken appeared in front of him, he felt disappointed, a feeling that expectations were too high, and reality was not up to the mark.

The Forsaken's entire head had been peeled from extensive decay, and his face was covered with various shades of lacerations, and yellow hair parted from the middle of the head, sparsely hanging down to his ears. The upper part of the face is tightly covered with dehydration and is pale where there is skin. The lower part of the face, the cheeks on both sides have grown a large hole because of the decay, Locke even thought that he might be able to see the other end from this end, the jaw has completely rotted, only the slightest bit of flesh, only the part that links the pharynx has a lot of muscle, the teeth are black, and a few have fallen out.

Although it seemed a little unacceptable or incredible, Locke did not show it, but ate and watched with peace of mind. If you think about it carefully, on Earth, after the baptism of so many zombie movies, you are already immune to these.

Compared to the zombies in the movie, this forsaken man looks pretty good.

"You're the Forsaken, aren't you?" Locke asked without waiting for the undead to speak.

"Aren't you afraid, human? Also, How do you know the Forsaken? The undead instantly lifted their spirits, remembering that the humans who had seen them before had either a mental breakdown and shouted, or swords against each other to purify themselves. And the human in front of him did not move at all, and revealed his identity.

"Let's start with the first question, why should I be afraid?" Locke ate slowly, the expression on his face calm.

"You didn't hurt me, but saved me, I should be grateful to you, shouldn't I?"

"The second question, the Forsaken's existence in the Tirisfaring Glade is no longer a secret, is it? When you rebelled against the Scourge under the leadership of Sylvanas, the Queen of Darkness, you had a brief alliance with Marshal Garethus, and if it weren't for some of Garithar's decisions to bury Lordaeron, perhaps Lordaeron would still be the royal capital of the human race? And you might still be a human. ”

Locke spoke according to the history of Warcraft, and this history was verified in the memory of the dead Locke.

The undead did not speak, but savored Locke's words.

yes, if Garysus had been smarter, he wouldn't be like this.

The undead thought with a little sadness.

"My name is Kuleman Fatheon, human, you can call me Kuleman. I thought you'd scream at me like this. The undead grinned bitterly, the dry skin on his face huddled together. He stretched his hands out of his gown and gestured to introduce himself.

Locke noticed that the skin of his hands was tightly pressed against the bones, and the muscles had atrophied so badly that in time there would only be a pair of bones left without even skin.

Kuleman Fatheon? Locke thought about it for a while, and seemed to be a little impressed, but he didn't remember it too clearly, there were too many NPCs with names and surnames in Warcraft, and it was impossible for him to know them all one by one.

"Don't call me human, call me Locke, thank you again here, thank you for saving me, if it weren't for you, I might not have been able to get out of this town." Locke got up, dropped the pumpkin bag, raised his right hand from his chest, to the corner of his right eye, and put his five fingers together, saluting a human hand instead of bowing. In humans, bowing is mostly used for those who are not capable of fighting, and raising hands is to show that they are a soldier or have the ability to become a soldier.

Kuleman also got up, crossed his hands over his chest, straightened his body and bowed in return, and the atmosphere slowly eased.

Locke picked up his sword and stirred the fire to make it burn stronger, and brought some firewood from the side, added it, and then began to take off his bandaged clothes by the light of the fire.

Strangely, the wound on the back didn't feel that painful anymore.

Just as Locke turned his head back to observe, he heard Culleman shout.

"And then."

A small, reddish vial tube still came.

Locke hurriedly turned his head and hurriedly picked up the small bottle, looking up at him suspiciously.

"Healing potions, able to heal this little wound on your body." Kuleman explained.

Locke looked down at the small test tube in his hand, like most glassware on Earth, and the liquid inside was similar to the red liquid in the usual laboratory, just like the chemical test of ferrous spirit.

However, the red liquid in this bottle seems to be solidified, and the viscosity is very strong, and Locke shook the bottom of the bottle a few times, and the red liquid inside only moved slightly.

"Drink?" Locke asked.

The undead nodded.

Locke didn't say a word, he directly pulled out the cork on the mouth of the bottle and poured it into his mouth, strange to say, the almost solidified potion quickly liquefied after the bottle cap was opened, and after touching the air, it entered his mouth.

The mouth is full of greasy, and I don't taste anything else, but the effect is surprisingly good.

After a while, there was a burst of **** from the wound on his back, and Locke stretched his arm back, trying to grab it.

"If I were you, I wouldn't move, just endure a little while, and you'll be as strong as ever."

The words of the undead reached Locke's ears, and he had to put down his hand, but his back was getting more and more itchy, and in order to get rid of the pain, he had to divert his attention and ask Kuleman some questions.

"Kuleman, why are you here?" Locke is also very curious, to know that in the World of Warcraft, there are some NPCs who don't know the purpose, in the mountains, in the sea, everywhere in the desert, and a person endures the boundless loneliness.

The windmill creaked overhead, and Kuleman didn't speak for a moment, he just watched the flames dancing in the fire for a long time before continuing: "The Agamands were once the richest family in the Tirisfara Glades, and I used to work here, of course, when I was a human, before the plague struck. When the Scourge invaded, the Agamandels were reluctant to leave their family, and they fortified their estates to resist the Scourge and persuaded the workers working in their family to stay and help them resist, but what about us?" Kuleman's face made a wry smile and he continued, "It's stupid, but we're at least loyal." ”

"As you can see, I am now an undead, a forsaken, and I am now loyal to the Queen of Darkness, Sylvanas, who sent me to monitor this abandoned town, the Mill of Agamandel, where traces of Scourge soldiers were found in the past few months, and it is possible that the Scourge could use this as a new base for attacking Tirisfa, and my reconnaissance has confirmed the Queen's inference that there are indeed more and more undead plagues here, and they are already beginning to form a scale. And the leaders of the Scourge here are all members of the Agamandel family, who used the guise of honor to send us to death, but now they have become the lackeys of the Scourge and are entrenched in the Agamandel Mill. Kuleman laughed wickedly and continued, "It's a tray, isn't it?" ”

"And you!" Kuleman pointed at Locke, the skinny finger that pointed at Locke.

"Locke, you should be lucky, you met me, and I still have the memories of the previous human life, if other forsaken people, then, you will already be on the way to Brill, the pharmacists of the Royal Apothecary Guild, happy to have a new test subject." Kuleman smirked.

It was indeed a lucky thing, and Locke nodded in agreement with Kuleman's statement.

"Before you entered this town, I was spying on Devlin of House Agamande. Agamande, the fool with weak body and sharp teeth before his death, and he was also the first person to be killed by the plague, he has been a slave of the natural plague for a long time, longer than everyone here, and now he is the head of this place, this fool found you, led his men, was originally going to arrest you, but I used some means to point you away, I guess this will be jumping feet. ”

Kuleman was triumphant, perhaps because of the loneliness that made him eager to find someone to talk to.

This was an accident, it seems that I really want to thank this undead, if it weren't for him, I'm afraid I would really die.

"Kuleman, I don't know how to thank you, you saved me more than once, I can't repay it now, please accept my respect again,"

Locke stood up again and gave a salute, and this time Kuleman accepted it calmly.

"Alright, Locke, you can sleep in the mill and recuperate for a few days, I still need to monitor the movement of the natural disaster, and there are clothes in the windmill, find one to wear, your one is a little out of place." Korla stood up and said.

Indeed, the bra bandage on the chest had been stained with blood and mud.

"Wait, don't you need a break?" Locke asked hurriedly.

"I had rested enough while I was a dead man lying on the ground. Don't worry about me, friend! Kuleman shouted the word "friend" very hard.

"Be careful, friend, and may the Light be with you." Locke said praying with his hands on his chest.

"Holy light? I haven't felt it in a long time. Kuleman closed his eyes and spread his hands out, as if feeling the light.

"Haha, I still don't want to be extravagant, this kind of me is exactly what the Holy Light wants to sanction, what else do you want from the Holy Light?" Kuleman straightened his clothes.

"Rest, Locke, I'm leaving." Kuleman pulled up his hood over his head and walked towards the town, gradually disappearing from Locke's vision.

"What a kind-hearted undead, are you the one who has been protecting me, Lady Elune?" Locke thought silently in his heart.