With his pay, Mitchell left the alchemy room, and he made his way through the bustling Forsaken of the Outer Ring to the third level of the Inner Ring. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Hey, do you need cockroaches? These are the little things that can bring joy to your adventure. "Paison is still working hard here, peddling the cockroaches he trained to the Forsaken.

Suddenly, on a whim, Mitchell decides to buy a cockroach and accompany him on an adventure in the Tirisfal woodlands.

"Hey! Paison, bring me a cockroach. Mitchell said as he squeezed through the Forsaken and stood in front of Paison's cockroach nest.

"Aha! What should I say! Sooner or later, you'll buy a cockroach. Paison let out a low, but cheerful laugh.

He picked among the cockroaches around him, then chose a cockroach the size of a normal mouse and handed it to Mitchell.

"This cockroach is called Tracey, and it's a very active cockroach that will accompany you on your adventures. Of course, it won't run away as long as it identifies its owner, and if you die—" said Paison with some meaning, "then it will leave you and come back to me and become my property." ”

"That's 1.45 silver coins." Paison handed out the cockroach with one hand and held out the other to Mitchell. Paison said expectantly as he looked at Mitchell with his dim eyes.

"So expensive?" Mitchell was a little surprised, and then his face relaxed and said indifferently, "Well, I bet you haven't sold one before!" ”

"You're so smart, you're really my first customer. However, these cockroaches have been trained by me, and they can accept some of your commands to a limited extent, such as that I have communicated with them now, and you will be its new owner in the future. Paison said a little smugly, his rotten face shaking a little, trying to express the joy in his heart.

"Here you go, Paison." As an adventurer, Mitchell was not short of money, or a silver coin or two was nothing to him, and he placed the silver and copper coins on Paison's outstretched palm, and the copper coins passed through Paison's bony palm, fell to the ground with a characteristic clanging sound, and scattered all around.

"Well, it was an accident." Paison shrugged his hand, then looked down to pick up the coins around him, and the other Forsaken around him looked at the ground but no one stepped forward to snatch it, and they went about their own business.

The cockroach, Tracey, climbed up Mitchell's arm and up to her shoulder. On the right it met the scavenger called Hawkeye, and the scavenger stared at it and screamed in fear, so the cockroach wisely ran to the left shoulder, and the two whiskers on its head were shaking.

Mitchell's consciousness suddenly had a faint consciousness, and it was trying to make contact with Mitchell, and Mitchell was curious to touch it.

Hi big man, my name is Tracy. I've finally left that old bastard at Paison, and you're my new master from now on? You're not as stingy as Paison, are you? Don't want me to eat meat? I'm well fed, I only eat at every meal.... Mitchell decisively cut off the communication of consciousness with this cockroach named Tracey, which was too talkative.

"Is every one of your cockroaches so noisy?" Mitchell asked, pointing to Tracey on her shoulder.

"Oh, isn't that bad? Wouldn't it be nice to have one more thing to communicate with on a solo trip? Although it is a cockroach. Paison replied as he finished picking up the coins and sat down in the cockroach nest.

"It's too noisy, but.... All right. Mitchell stopped what he was about to say, and then he spoke to Paison.

"Paison, you're right about one thing, if you don't try some things, how do you know if the result is good?" Mitchell looked at him and said, then he turned and left, leaving a confused Paison behind.

At the entrance of the elevator, Mitchell encounters the mage Kurot again, and at this moment a forsaken person falls from the elevator, and the poor victim is broken with two arms broken and his head is also deformed, and it seems that he can only go to the pharmacists to solve his own problems.

Kurlot looked at the Forsaken who was staggering towards the alchemy room in front of him and smiled wildly, his crazy expression made Mitchell a little unacceptable, and Mitchell subconsciously distanced himself from him.

"Isn't that funny? Boom! Asunder! What a beauty," Kurlot told Mitchell with his eyes closed, intoxicated.

The elevator came down, the door opened, and Mitchell hurried inside, and the moment the door closed, Mitchell could still see the twisted expression of Kurlot outside.

Without thinking too much, the elevator had reached the ruins of Lordaeron on the surface, and he was about to walk out, and as he passed the tomb of Terenus, he bowed and saluted, then turned and strode away, leaving the Undercity through the ruins of the Undercity.

Hawkeye pecked at his feathers on his shoulder, and Tracey flew into the ruins of the ground from time to time, then flew back over his shoulder, slowly sinking into the woods of the Tirisfal Glades.

In his heart he shouted.

Goodbye Lordaeron! Goodbye Forsaken! From now on, I will return to a free life! No more dark life!

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At this time, in the alchemy room of the dungeon Dark City, the apothecary Kifo had cleaned up everything, and the wound on his head had recovered under the effect of the yellow potion, and he slowly walked towards a large laboratory at the farthest end of the alchemy room.

There, the head of the Royal Apothecary Society, the Grand Pharmacist Faranire, was there experimenting with poisons.

The Great Apothecary Faranire didn't like to be disturbed by outsiders during the experiment, so the Apothecary Kee Foe didn't go in or knock on the door when he arrived at the door of the lab. He listened to the voices for a moment, as if he heard the conversation of the great pharmacist Faranire, and this time he knocked softly on the door.

"Come in!" Soon the hoarse voice of the great apothecary Faranir came from inside the door.

Kiefer pushed open the door to the lab and headed inside.

In the middle of the laboratory, there is a large operating table, on which are filled with bottles and jars of instruments and equipment related to alchemy. In the distance, on an operating table, a human corpse was lying, and the great pharmacist Faranir was standing next to the corpse and talking to the pharmacist of the manufacturing department, Putress.

"Putres, what do you want to say?" The great pharmacist Faranir asked, wiping the bloodied scalpel from his hand with a rag.

"The group of humans passing by outside now is our ideal test subject, with them we will no longer be stuck with the number of test pieces, and some of the technical problems that have plagued our manufacturing department for a long time will be solved." Dressed in a green surgical coat with the last two remaining braids of hair on his head, Pharmacist Putress is trying to convince Faraniel, the pharmacist.

"But I've heard Onijuus say that those humans have a lot of crusaders to protect them." Unmoved, the great pharmacist Faranir put his wiped scalpel into the tray next to him and looked up at Pharmacist Putress.

"You must know that this matter was not approved by the Dark Queen Sylvanas, and without her approval, Kenben could not defeat those humans outside with the few troops in the combat department of our Royal Apothecary Society."

Moreover, the Queen thinks that such behavior is inappropriate at this time. Now the Crusaders' eyes are mainly on the Scourge Legion, and if we attack rashly, it will attract the attention of those Silver Hand Paladins. Make us the main offensive target, then. The great apothecary Faraniel's fiery gaze stared at the pharmacist Putress and said slowly, "Are you ready to bear the Queen's wrath?" ”

"Good! I am willing to bear the wrath of the queen for this! As long as it kills all life! Putress looked at the fiery gaze of the great pharmacist Faranire, still firm in his thoughts.

"Since your determination is so great, I won't forcibly block it." Grand Pharmacist Faranire turned his head and collected the surgical props from the tray.

"The demon Varimatas is now the Queen's advisor, and he is in charge of all the defenses. If you go to him, I think he will happily agree to your request. Grand Apothecary Faraniel said with his back to Pharmacist Putres.

"If this goes wrong, then this is also your personal act, and it is up to you to bear the wrath of the Queen."

Pharmacist Putress didn't speak, he turned and left the lab.

"Kiefer, do you have anything to do?" The Great Apothecary Faranire turned to him and asked.

"Nope! Without. I'm gone, the Great Apothecary, and the Queen of Darkness is protecting us. Apothecary Keefer bowed his head and left the lab respectfully.

"Hmph, you guys, I don't know about them yet? There are so many human beings, do you think I don't blush? I'm afraid the queen is hesitating. But the Queen has already rejected the idea, and you dare to encourage me to go to the Queen. Now, if it succeeds, it's fine, if it fails, Putres. Then the queen of the new account and the old account is afraid that she will settle it with you. ”

The scalpel in the hand of the great pharmacist Faranir sliced at the corpses of humans on the operating table, and from time to time some low chuckles came out of his mouth, as if mocking the stupidity of his men.

The apothecary Putress left the alchemy room, and he walked towards the royal quarter, where the queen's advisor, Valimas, was located.

The demon of Warimas, of course Putres knows. When the Lich King's power was low, they broke the Lich King's shackles as awakened undead. With the help of some humans, the Dark Queen captured Lordaeron, and Varimasas, who was originally one of the three Dreadlords, betrayed his brother, swore allegiance to the Dark Queen, and killed his brother Banazar in order to show loyalty to the queen and gain the queen's trust.

Now the Dreadlord is a powerful man, and he commands the defenses of the Undercity.

However, if you can kill the humans in Brill, you can wipe out their tiny lives. Ah, it's fun to think about! Putress had a bony smile on his rotting face.

The royal quarter arrived, and the royal terror guard at the gate blocked his way.