"Death Knell."

Ares proposed.

"Deathknell? Is that the mysterious valley in the middle of the mountains? ”

Putress said with a frown. The cloak and clothing on his body blended in with his surroundings as if they were invisible. The pale light of the fire reflected his sad face.

"Yes, that's it. Deathstroke is surrounded by mountains, and there is only a narrow passage to reach the valley in the mountains, and the valley is shrouded in fog and clouds for many years, and you live there safely. No one will go there until the Tifaris Woodland is fully populated. You can live there for a long time. You don't have to live a life of fear in Lordaeron. At the same time, you can set up barricades on the misty paths to prevent all boring adventurers from entering. ”

Ares swore by it.

But Putress was apparently not very happy with such a proposal, because the town of Deathknell, despite its size, had nothing there, no resources, no geographical advantages, no homeland for them. Most of the Forsaken are dead humans from Lordaeron, and for them, Lordaeron's Royal City is like returning to their homeland.

"That's probably not a great place to be."

Putres said bluntly.

"But you have no choice, great pharmacist, as you know, all of Lordaeron, are hunting you down. Even if I promise to let you live here, there will be other humans who will hunt you down, and once the Plague Barrier in the Plaguelands is opened, the Crusaders of the Hand of Tyr, the Silver Dawn, will hunt you down when they see you, and no one will care if you are the Forsaken or the Scourge Legion, in the eyes of humanity, you are the undead, the dead. You have too many enemies, not only the living, but also the dead, and the Scourge will not let you go, and the Lich King will not let you go. ”

Ares said sincerely.

"Forsaken?"

Putress noticed the word that came out of Ares' mouth.

"Oh, I give you the title. A forgotten race. Neither the living nor the dead, they cannot go back to the past, but can only choose to forget the past. ”

Ares said with emotion. One of the most tragic races in Azeroth.

"Well, I'll take your opinion into account."

Under Ares' persuasion, Putress bowed his head sadly. He pondered what the human in front of him had said, and there was indeed some truth in it. Even if he is still in love with Lordaeron.

"One more thing, great pharmacist, our cooperation between us must not be known to anyone, as you said, what is happening here today will not be known by a fourth living person, and you must keep your promise to keep this matter a secret forever. Otherwise, I will not be able to guarantee your safety on this land. What living person would be willing to use the antidote developed by the undead? I do not intend to insult you, Your Excellency Putres, but I hope you understand. ”

With that, Ares got up from his chair and said seriously. This incident is also an adventure. More adventurous than the alliance with Gilneth.

……

In the rain curtain, Ares, Drum, and Herod leave the town of Brill under the watchful eyes of a group of forsaken people. I couldn't tell what kind of mood it was, looking at the dark and hazy woods and green lawns around him, Ares couldn't calm down. These deceased were once inhabitants of this land, but now, everyone casts hostile eyes on them, and they can no longer return to the world of the living, even if their relatives stand in front of them, they dare not recognize each other......

"Ares, you shouldn't do that, it's too risky."

When they returned to the Scarlet Monastery, it was late at night, and as Ares and Drumm crept back to the monastery conference room, a familiar voice sounded behind them. Ares looked back, unable to believe his eyes.

Herod, who was standing behind him just now, gradually turned into Gianna in the next second!

"You...... How do you do it? ”

Drumm was speechless in astonishment, and Ares looked at the archmage of Dalaran with a look of astonishment. Could it be that along the way, Herold was disguised by Gianna?

"You forgot that I was a mage. Camouflage is just the most basic kind of magic. ”

Gianna said, taking off her cloak, her hair all wet and hanging down to her chest. It's more feminine, but Ares doesn't have time to admire her body and temperament at the moment. The meeting, which was originally thought to be held in secret, is now let Gianna see the whole process.

Conspiring with the undead is no small matter, and if Gianna tells the story, the Scarlet Crusaders will certainly not forgive their high lord.

"And Herrod?"

Drum asked, surprised. The next moment, I saw the real Herold stumbling in through the door, and when he saw Gianna, he was about to make a move, but he was turned into a sheep by Gianna's instantaneous spell!! Oh my God, is it an instantaneous spell? Worthy of being the chief disciple of Antonidas, Ares has seen it......

"Ma'am, I think you may have misunderstood our High Lord."

Drumm tried to explain something, but was interrupted by Gianna - "No misunderstanding, I saw and heard the whole thing." Ares, how did you come up with the idea of working with the undead? How credible can their words be? Even if the words of the forsaken are to be believed, can you guarantee that the antidote will not be revealed in transit? If you let your men know that you are working with the undead, you will have 10,000 mouths, and you will not be able to explain it. ”

"You care about me?"

Ares said with a wicked smile on his face, and then walked over and closed the door to the conference room.

"Be serious, answer my question."

I saw Gianna blushing angrily and said indignantly.

"Well, Ms. Gianna, I'll answer your question now. In fact, I have been thinking about this question for a long time, and I feel that people's lives are more important than my own prestige, and every time I hesitate here, more innocent civilians and soldiers will die of the plague. If in the future I am discovered and they think that I am in collusion with the undead and slander me, then I am willing that the lives of more than a thousand people will be worth it for a notorious reputation. Putres' potion can solve this plague, and we must stand in solidarity with them in the fight against natural disasters, not with racial discrimination. Yes, others may discriminate against the forsaken because they are the undead, the living dead, but I can't, I can't watch more people die of disease because they don't have the antidote. As a lord, you can't have the concept of racial discrimination, in the past, the Scarlet Crusade made itself bloodthirsty and murderous because of its strong racial discrimination, and had no allies. Losing myself on the way to destroy the undead, I have been determined to change this state ever since I took over as High Lord of the Scarlet Abbey, and although it is difficult, I must work for it. If one day in the future, the Scarlet Crusade can accept even the forsaken, then this team will truly be purified and sublimated. ”

Standing in front of Gianna, Ares replied with an oath.