The Forsaken named Mitchell looked coldly at the mage Kurot who had fallen into madness in front of him, and then there was an indescribable look in his eyes, pitiful, pathetic, and hateful. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The scavenger on Mitchell's shoulder suddenly quacked twice and jumped back and forth on his shoulder, pecking at his shoulder from time to time.

Mitchell retracted his gaze and turned to look at the scavenging bird, then stroked it with his left hand and said. "Hungry? Eagle Eye? Don't worry, we'll go get you some food. ”

Mitchell ignored the mage Kulot's disgusted gaze and headed out of the passage, where an oil lamp hung to illuminate the dark dungeon.

Out of the passage of this elevator, outside is the core area of the entire Undercity, the inner ring.

The entire Underground Underworld is divided into three large ring areas, and there are four hall areas outside the large circle area. In the first big ring, the Inner Ring, this is the most prosperous area of the Undercity, which is filled with all the shops of the Undercity.

Mitchell stood in the inner ring of the elevator passageway, behind him two nearly 4-meter-tall Abominations who had taken the place of the other Forsaken.

These abominations were developed by the Abomination Department of the Royal Apothecary Society, and they possess unparalleled loyalty. They have no thoughts, and will only blindly obey the orders of the Supreme Defense Chief, the advisor to the Dark Queen, the demon Varymathas, the Dreadlord.

Mitchell looked at everything here, and in front of him was a huge crater tens of meters deep, the pit was divided into three layers, the first layer was the top layer where Mitchell was standing now. In the middle of the crater, there is a massive structure that rises from the base cloth of the crater to the top of the crater, and there are two bridges connecting the entire building on the first level.

The entire building is square in shape, with a sign on each side with stacks of gold coins drawn on wooden boards, the banks of the Undercity.

It's not just used to store money, it's also used to store what you think is valuable, and as long as you can afford to store the gold coins you need, even if you have a corpse, these forsaken banks will keep you perfectly preserved, not even rotting.

Mitchell turned left and walked between the shops, these Forsaken shopkeepers, who don't solicit customers as loudly as other races, they are all in their own shops, doing their own thing, as if they have become quiet after dying once.

These shops did not have walls, doors, or windows like other ethnic merchants. Their shop was dug straight into the wall directly on this floor, parallel to the wall.

"Mitchell, where's your robe? I remember I gave you a robe! ”

Mitchell turned his head to look at where the sound was coming from.

A Forsaken Officer on a bone horse, with an X-shaped face tied to a rope, a full suit of armor, a Undercity robe on his chest, and a shield and short sword behind his back, asked Mitchell condescendingly.

Captain Donald Adams, the Dark Queen's quartermaster, passed by on a skeletal warhorse that he didn't know before.

"Captain Adams, I went to the ruins on a mission just now, so I didn't wear a battle suit." Mitchell stared at the skeletal warhorse under his crotch, his eyes glowing brightly.

The horse is purely composed of the bones of the horse, with two long bone spurs growing out of its head, like long horns. It was covered with a thick saddle and armor that marked the Undercity, protecting its bones.

Bone War Horses, these flesh-and-blood war horses have a chance to be pulled out of the cemetery by spiritism after death, and become bone war horses. They don't need to be fed, they don't have flesh and blood, just bones and driven soul fire, normal bow and arrow damage doesn't work against them, and they're inherently intimidating to those who are still alive.

The Forsaken will gather their dead horses and have their psychics unleash a psychic spell in an attempt to summon bone horses from corpses. However, not every war horse can be pulled up again after death, which also leads to the scarcity of skeleton war horses among the forsaken.

Some horses that die in battle with their masters sometimes come back to life with their masters and become close comrades.

Mitchell was indeed quite envious of Adams, because his war horse was resurrected with him. Among the Forsaken, there are not a few people like themselves who want to own a bone war horse, but the bone war horse is very expensive to sell in the Forsaken. A war horse is hundreds of gold coins, I heard that it is 200-500 gold coins, and these money eventually fell into the hands of the queen, as for the flow of gold coins, it is not something that low-level forgotten people like them can speculate.

"Alright then, Mitchell. Remember, patience and discipline are essential. Captain Donald Adams glanced at him, then rode his skeletal horse slowly to the elevator.

Mitchell watched as the skeleton horse walked away and walked to the elevator passage.

When will I have a skeleton warhorse, he couldn't help but wonder in his heart.

He withdrew his gaze and walked towards the road leading to the middle bank, next to which there was a restaurant where the owner was selling dried mushrooms.

"Bring me five forest mushrooms."

"23 copper coins."

"Okay. No! Damn, wait a minute. The voice came in an angry voice.

"My arm is off."

"Well..."

Mitchell passed by these two forsaken unmoved, this is all too common in the forgotten here, many people's bodies are not maintained, and will slowly decay and fall off from their bodies, and eventually only the soul fire remains, and the soul fire without protection will slowly dissipate, so that they die completely.

And maintenance is very simple, eat to convert energy and replenish muscles. Then, without the support of blood, the muscles continue to decay and continue to eat, and this is a constant cycle.

He walked up the stairs leading to the bank, towards the second floor of the Inner Ring, where there was only one bank, where scattered Forsaken civilians accessed their belongings, most of which were not worth mentioning, and some were even their own body parts.

Mitchell walked through this level towards the third level of the inner ring, and below the bridge was a river, the water of which was a moat brought in from the ruins outside, still green and thick.

Many Forsaken will accidentally fall into it, but the water is not deep, there are stairs nearby for them to climb up, and their undead constitution makes them unaffected by the river.

Above the third level of the moat is a platform where there is a Mitchell target, a rare chef forgotten in it.

From afar, you can see a cauldron bubbling with a thick mist under the steaming fire, and a dead soul still wearing a white coat and a chef's hat before he died, and throwing something into the pot.

In front of him were two thick wooden boards with patches of fleshy flesh. Some of the wealthy forsaken buy meat and grab it and stuff it into their mouths, while others retain their palate and wish it was cooked before eating.

On this chef's platform, a large number of cockroaches are flying, crawling in and out of the countertop, while the chef turns a blind eye and sometimes throws those cockroaches into the pot to cook. But the forsaken around me seem to be used to it.

"Hey, Birch, give my Hawkeye some of his favorite snacks." Mitchell walked over to the raging campfire and looked at the busy Forsaken Chef.

The Forsaken Chef, named Birch, does not have any carrion on his face, and the exposed parts of his body are also fleshy, possibly related to his profession. However, his arms and joints showed white bones.

Birch, who was busy, did not lift his head, and he held a long wooden stick in his hand, stirring in the cauldron on the campfire, and a huge amount of bubbles came out of the pot.

"Sarka, go and get the entrails from the corner." Birch looked at the stirring cauldron and commanded inside.

A Forsaken in a tattered green vest walked out, left a bag still on the ground, and turned and walked back.

On Mitchell's shoulder, the scavenging bird called Hawkeye flew straight to the bag, pecked open it with its beak, took out its internal organs, and ate it.

"Thanks, Birch." Looking at Hawkeye eating food on the ground, Mitchell struggled with a grateful expression on his face.

Birch stopped stirring the cauldron, and he took out the long rolling pin-like stick and placed it on the side of the board, before he looked up at Mitchell.

"No thanks, I won't forget when we were still human, you saved my life." Birch looked up at Michelle, and by the light of the fire, Mitchell could see that Birch's face, lips, and nose were abnormally black.

"And it's not worth much."

"It's been so long, do you remember? That was when we were still human. Mitchell said with some emotion.

Birch didn't speak, he picked up the rolling pin and lowered his head to continue stirring the soup in the cauldron.

"You're here, is there something going on outside?" Birch asked casually.

"I'm sorry, friend, I can't tell you that you know the discipline of our Forsaken." Mitchell shook his head and didn't say.

Birch looked up at him, then he tilted his head to show that it was nothing.

The entrails on the ground were eaten by the eagle eye, and it would jump on the ground and chase the cockroaches here, and the cockroaches were chased everywhere.

A cockroach flew past Birch, he suddenly reached out and grabbed it, then shoved the cockroach into his mouth, crunched it a few times, and then Mitchell saw his throat move and swallowed.

"Would you like to try it?" Birch motioned to the cockroaches here and asked him.

"I've been raising these guys with meat for a long time, and they taste pretty good."

Mitchell hurriedly shook his head, although he was now a forsaken, it didn't mean that he could accept everything.

"Goodbye then, I'm going to report now." Mitchell called out to Hawkeye, who quickly flew to his shoulder.

"Well, that's a pity, these cockroaches are my signature dish in the future, well, what's it called? Cockroach soup? Or..."Birch was lost in self-talk.