"You look much better, little girl." The human nobleman smiled at Anvina and said, "However, this shabby house is obviously not a good match for a beautiful lady like you, let's change places." ”

Anvina didn't pass, she hid behind the minotaur and watched nervously at the human nobles.

"I... I—" Anvina hesitated, not passing.

"Do you think I look horrible?" The human nobleman shook his head gracefully, and he turned to the minotaur and said, "Tragg, Trag, you are too careless. I thought you had told her everything about it. ”

"Alright, Baron. Forgive me, I just wanted her to fill her stomach first. The minotaur waved his hand and gestured to the rabbit meat in the basin next to her, "She needs to eat." ”

The human aristocrat shrugged, "You've put me in an awkward position. ”

He slowly walked over to Anvina's side and stood still, slowly uncovering the collar of his high coat that was blocking the other half of his face.

On the nobleman's face, the left half of his face was still a normal human face, while the muscles on the right side of his face had been blackened and rotted, the flesh and blood had been corroded, and the entire eye socket was hollow, only there was an unquenchable flame inside.

"You've completely guessed the curse I've suffered. What you are afraid of is true, and I have been, as you expected..."

Baron leaned his face in front of Avena and said slowly, "...... He's dead! ”

Anvena hugged her chest in surprise, and her hind legs reached the corner, looking nervously at Baron.

"Before you think about it, I want to state that I am not a member of the Scourge of the Undead, although it is true that their masters turned me into an undead."

Baron walked around the room a few times with his hands behind his back, then said to Avena with his well-defended side face, "Want to hear me tell me my story?" Trarag can vouch for my story. He is a wanderer from our kingdom and is now my friend, by my side all day. ”

Avena nodded.

"Well, it's a long story, I hope you have patience." Baron leaned against the pillars of the room with his hands in his arms, and looked down in thought.

As with the beginning of all aristocratic stories, so is my story, a life full of ambition and ambition in general ....

I, Balon Velima Modis, as a member of the royal family, would have liked to govern the country with kindness and care like my ancestors, although for a while I did succeed.

At that time, my people had an endless supply of food every day, they raised livestock, and they had endless meat to eat. They take the surplus grain and use it to make wine, and on Harvest Day, Thanksgiving, in the square outside the castle, they have a big party.

What a wonderful time it was.

It's a pity that everything was ruined ....

I still can't forget that day, when countless undead rushed into my territory like locusts. They ravaged my territory, killed my people, burned houses and food, and killed civilians like cattle in their own homes.

We were unprepared, and the soldiers were broken by the undead before they could assemble.

I and a handful of my men fought hard inside and outside the castle. Kill one undead after another and extinguish their hateful flames of life once again.

But, in the end, they were outnumbered. We failed, and I watched as my faithful men fell to the ground one by one, overwhelmed by the black torrent.

We did try, but all we got was slaughter....

Finally, when I lay on the ground in despair waiting to die, I was numb to their killing....

I naively thought that death would be a good destination. At the very least, they can't do anything to me anymore.

Unfortunately, I was wrong, because I still have value to be used by them......

Not even death can stop them, not even death can save me.

I was awakened from death, and because of the Plague of the Undead, I joined them and began to brutally kill all living beings.

I joined them in their atrocities....

Men, women, the elderly, children.

I killed everything I had come across, and I thought I would sink like this, when I suddenly came to my senses.

I looked at the children I had killed, and a wave of disgust suddenly welled up in my heart, until that moment, my disgust and consternation had overwhelmed their control of my will, and I had once again become my own master!

I stood there in a daze, looking at everything in front of me, my body trembling.....

What have I done....

My anomaly caught the attention of the other undead. I began to realize that if I fought them, I would soon be torn to shreds by them, so I ran away.

I have no choice, if I want revenge, I must rely on everyone's help, and I certainly can't do it on my own.

Although the Scourge Undead have sent troops to hunt me down, I have escaped them.

I'm confused, and I need to think about it. So I returned to my homeland, or rather my former homeland...

Look at the collapsed houses, the mutilated corpses, the dilapidated castles. I unconsciously fell to my knees to atone for the sins I had committed.

The unforgiving reality and the curse I was carrying almost broke me......

And at this moment, Traag came to me, and he held out his hand to me. I looked at him blankly, trying to avoid him, because now I am no longer the same me I used to be, but something he wants to eliminate.

What touched me was that Trak wasn't intimidated by the way I was now.

He insisted on stretching out his arm to me, and at that moment, I felt that I was full of strength, and I vowed to avenge myself and my homeland! Revenge for the people!

The curse imposed on me by the Scourge has become my best weapon against them, and I am not afraid of any death!

With my abilities and Tragg's strong arms, we've slain countless ghouls we've found along the way, but we never knew what we've been hunting for!

So, until we followed a trail all the way to the Alterac Mountains, above the coldest peaks, where that foul-smelling ghoul venom pus was leading his new troops!

That's my goal!

He used the power of the curse to find something to be buried.

Frost Dragon!

"It all happened a few days ago," Baron whispered to Anvena with a side face, "So, in the wreckage of this ghostly detour, Traag and I are working out a plan on how to deal with that crystal ball and destroy the poisonous pus, before his new legion grows!" ”

"Straight to the point," Baron turned and walked forward, the wide noble robes floating behind him, "this room is not for you, Trag, light the lamp, let's talk somewhere else!" ”