The Man in the Hood turned and walked down the walls of Lordaeron's ruins, the soldiers of the Forsaken standing motionless behind him, guarding their city. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The man in the robe bent over, step by step, towards the largest building in the ruins. The wreckage of countless buildings piled up on both sides of him, the emblem of Lordaeron's former place was vividly visible, and the man in the hood was indifferent to it, and he slowly walked forward with his head down at the charred ground.

Descending the stairs of the city wall, the ground here is charred with dirt. Once the largest garden in Lordaeron, it was always filled with travelers from all over the kingdom of Lordaeron, including elves, during the spring season.

The man in the smock stretched out his feet to step down and get out of here, but he inadvertently glanced down at the ground, and the foot that was about to hit the ground was forced to stop, so that he lost his balance and almost fell.

The cloaked man ripped off his hood, revealing his face. His sparse yellow hair hung on his sparse scalp, his face was covered with carrion, his chin was devoid of flesh, his bones were exposed, and his eyes glowed yellow.

A forsaken man, who no longer sees what he once belonged to as a human being.

He saw something inconspicuous on the ground.

The scavenging bird on his arm seemed to know his intentions, and landed on his shoulder with its wings, and he crouched down to touch an inconspicuous thing on the ground, a flower that had grown strongly. Just as he stretched out his hand, he hesitated again, and finally he withdrew his bony palm.

His bony hands tugged at the branches and decaying leaves of the trees around him, finding a suitable stick. He tossed the dirt around with a stick, piled it around the flowers, and took out a water bladder from his body and poured water on it.

There was no expression on his rotten face, but he could vaguely feel his concern for this little being.

The water bladder was stuffed into his arms.

Surrounded by dead trees, the leaves fell on a thick layer of dirt, and everything was withered and yellow, and he looked at it quietly for a while, as if he was recalling something.

Soon he stood up, took a stick from his purse, put it in his left hand, and used it as a crutch towards the huge ruins in the distance.

Along the avenue paved with white boulders, the Forsaken walked alone towards the ruins of the Royal Palace, once the largest and most prosperous street in Lordaeron, where it used to be bustling with people, surrounded by shops of all kinds, and where there were magic shows during Midsummer.

It was also once the largest city of the Union and the royal capital of the largest kingdom. Today, there is nothing left here, everything is buried in the rubble.

It also made me who I am today!

There was some turmoil in the Forsaken's heart, and he had thought that he would not care about the past of the human past. But every time he passed by this main road, he would always remember what it was like when it was prosperous. As he walked on the same path as a human being, he could always remember the scenes that had happened in the past, which was the misfortune of the kingdom and his misfortune.

He lowered his head, not looking at the ruins around him, but just walking.

A pungent smell wafted in from afar, and the Forsaken still walked forward with his head down, he knew what it was.

A moat filled with a thick green liquid appeared at his feet, and he stepped on the wooden bridge over the moat and stopped. Glancing at the moat, the thick green water bubbled and rattled from time to time, and even though his sense of smell was weakened as a forsaken now, he could still smell the pungent smell.

This is a moat that has been improved by the Royal Apothecary Guild, and if an enemy attacks, they can be used as a weapon, and as for the effect, just look at the dense carcasses of small animals on the water.

The Forsaken continued to walk forward, and the bell tower in front of it was no longer ringing, and the bell fell from the bell tower and smashed into the solid ground, deeply embedded in the ground.

As the Forsaken passed by it, he stretched out his bony palm and stroked it for a moment, as if recalling the pleasant sound of the crash.

After a brief moment of nostalgia, he turned and walked into the hallway to the left.

Dozens of meters of road leads to the palace in the distance, lined with statues carved by great stonemasons. The statue stood solemnly at the crowd passing by, this was once a road leading to the throne hall, which was not allowed to be taken by non-dignitaries, but now it was empty, and there was only a deathly silence.

The Forsaken crossed the path to the largest house complex on the ground, the Throne Hall.

Once the leader of the Alliance, King Terenus Minahir of Lordaeron met with the envoys and leaders of the other kingdoms, and now it is a paradise for the forsaken.

Click, click, click,

Step by step, the Forsaken walked into the empty throne hall, his footsteps echoing through the hall. Above him, the skylight of the throne hall, a stream of light shone through the skylight, and the hall was bright and magnificent.

The Forsaken stood in front of the throne, looking at the throne that once symbolized power, status, and wealth, and remained silent for a long time.

On the floor below the Staircase of the Throne, there was a blood-stained floor. A long time passed, and the floor was pitch black with blood. That was the place where Prince Arthas killed his father, and this place is now unattended.

The Forsaken sighed, turned and walked towards the side door, and after a few turns, he came to a tomb with four large candles at the four corners around the tomb, as large as small pillars, and small candles beside them, which were lit to dispel the darkness here.

The Forsaken came to the grave, bowed to it, and looked at the epitaph on the grave.

King of Terenus Minethir Lordaeron.

"The last king of Lordaeron, Terenus Minethil II, rests here."

"He has made countless great deeds in his life, and his fall is a sigh of relief."

"May this father rest here in peace, and not be burdened by the evil deeds of his rebellious son."

"May the blood-stained crown be lost and forgotten forever."

His grave is here, just behind the throne room. Many former humans, the now forsaken, are still worshipping their former kings, and these candles are the ones they lit, and from time to time the forsaken will come up to renew these candles and endure for a long time.

The Forsaken mourned here silently for a while, then continued to walk towards the innermost part.

In the innermost part of this palace, there is an elevator that leads to the dungeon, and now all the Forsaken live in that dungeon, and rarely come to the ruin city on the surface without special circumstances.

Part of the dungeon was once the royal mausoleum of Lordaeron, and part of the underground labyrinth was also used as a prison for exile and prisoners, and it was a paradise for thieves, robbers, and thieves who walked on the edge. After Arthas killed his father, he once started to renovate the dungeon to make it his future capital, but later because of the call of Naozu, Arthas left here in a hurry, and the project here was forced to be terminated.

Due to the attack on the Lich King at the time, Naozu's ability to control was greatly reduced. Some of the undead, led by Sylvanas, took the opportunity to break free from the Lich King's shackles and attacked the Scourge entrenched here, taking over the area. They made it their own territory, and continued to expand the dungeon, breaking through the once underground labyrinth, forming the current huge dungeon, in which newcomers will get lost and find no way out.

Turning through two doors and through four empty rooms, the Forsaken came to the entrance of the elevator, where two Forsaken soldiers guarded the elevator.

These Forsaken soldiers had good discipline and patience, they had no flesh and blood elbows, no need to eat, drink, or sleep, so they were able to remain motionless for long periods of time while standing guard.

The elevator is a floating platform designed by a mage of the Forsaken, who studied arcane magic in Dalaran when he was a human. He was killed during the Scourge attack on Dalaran, and was later awakened by the Scourge as their minions. He was later rescued by Sylvanas and decided to be loyal to the Dark Queen. He designed and built the floating platform to transport the Forsaken between the ground and the underground.

The stone door of the passage in front of him suddenly opened, and the Forsaken quickened his pace and walked in.

The design mage of this elevator has a fetish that his soul is twisted when he dies, which makes him full of bad tastes. He sped up the elevator up and down, but when the underground and above ground were at a standstill, he only paused for a few tens of seconds, which caused the forsaken who were often riding the elevator to get stuck at the entrance of the elevator, or fall down with one foot in the air, falling apart, while he himself laughed below to satisfy his bad taste.

The forsaken in front of him obviously knew how powerful the elevator was, and when the elevator door opened as soon as it opened, he sped up and walked in, heading to the middle station. Before it could stand firm, the elevator descended sharply for several minutes.

The elevator slowly slowed down, then stopped completely. The Forsaken walked to the exit of the elevator, waited for one of the doors of the elevator to open, and sped up to speed out.

Outside, a Forsaken mage was standing outside, looking at the elevator.

"What a pity." The Forsaken had no hair on his head, was bare, wearing a blue mage robe, and was holding a wand inlaid with sapphires in his hand, looking at the elevator entrance.

The skin on his face is slightly loose but smooth, and if it weren't for the corpse spots on his face, you wouldn't be able to tell that he was a dead man. He didn't have a face full of corrupt flesh like the other Forsaken.

"It's not funny at all, Kurott." The Forsaken said, staring at Kurlot.

"No, no, no, you can't understand the fun in that." The Forsaken Mage, named Kulot, had an excited expression on his face, his flabby facial skin causing the only muscles to tremble, and his mouth subconsciously opened.

"Last time? Last time, there was a bulky abomination, and he fell out of the elevator. ”

"Smack!" Kulot's hands made an explosive motion, and the expression on his face was both excited and distorted.

"It slammed hard at the bottom of the elevator, like a Lordaeron watermelon, its fat body, completely exploded, and it fell everywhere with its body tissue, blood splashed everywhere!" Kurlot closed his eyes and took a deep breath, an expression of intoxication on his face, as if enjoying the taste of blood.

"Ahh

Then, the Forsaken Mage Kurot laughed like a lost heart.

"It's a real feeling that intoxicates me." It took a moment for Kulot, the Forsaken, to recover and see the man in front of him.

So he glanced at the Forsaken in front of him in disgust, and said in a hurry, "As for you, Mitchell, get away!" I don't want to waste my time here with a boring guy like you, don't let it interfere with my interest. ”