"Revenge...... Revenge...... Revenge! ”

The ghostly voice echoed in his head, and even Ares couldn't control himself for a moment, and clenched his sword, and the fallen greatsword suddenly emitted a terrifying buzzing sound, startling the crows and birds in the woods. Then came a deathly silence.

Looking at the misty forest around him, Ares sighed and made a false alarm.

The fallen Ember Messenger still has it in its hands, glowing green like death and pestilence. Ares knew that it was thirsting for revenge, and in his dreams, the Scarlet Monastery was like the Devil's Castle, it was on the top of the hill, built on a rocky protrusion, the Scarlet Castle, the Scarlet Cathedral, and a band of fanatical soldiers occupied it.

Even though Ares had never been there, he could see it clearly. Blood and black, it appeared in his dreams every day, and Ares knew that the fallen Ashbringer was impatient, the dark soul of Old Mograine was impatient, and the curse of vengeance was ......

Wiping the sweat from his face, Ares got up, woke up Drum, and continued on his way. They had entered the Tifaris Glade, which was once the most densely populated place in Lordaeron, and the trade convoys from all over the world had to pass through the roads to reach the royal city of Lordaeron, where there were many villages and towns along the way, but after the outbreak of the plague, the towns withered, the population plummeted, the living fled to the outside, and the dead lay in these silent villages and towns forever, they did not even have a cemetery, they were deserted......

Brill, a human town just outside of Lordaeron, has now become an abandoned and silent village. Walking on the polished stone road, surrounded by two- or three-story huts, furniture and moldy grain scattered outside the door, obviously left behind by the refugees who fled in a hurry, and what they couldn't take away, all were thrown here, the streets of the town are neat, and you can vaguely imagine the lively and noisy town of the year.

The bleak moonlight sets off the coldness of the place.

After a long day of traveling, Drum and Ares walked into a hut, which was fairly clean, with no corpses, no skeletons, and a clean room upstairs, although it was covered with a layer of dust, but with a little cleaning, it could still stay for a night.

There was silence all around, except for the wailing of lone crows flying through the trees.

"Ares, look."

At this time, Drumm suddenly became alert.

Looking in the direction that Drumm was pointing, Ares could vaguely see two shadows, which should be said to be human figures.

"It's the undead!"

The figure staggered slowly towards the town, and in the moonlight, the two zombies limped along.

But these two undead are obviously different from the undead zombies they see on weekdays, they don't look aggressive at all, and judging from their clothing, they are a man and a woman, and the two even hold hands...... Walk on deserted town lanes.

"Kill them!"

Drumm said that he was about to rush out and kill the damn undead, but was stopped by Ares.

"It's the undead, but it's not the undead."

Ares held Dram in one hand while lying on the windowsill, continuing to observe the two zombies.

"It doesn't matter what kind of undead they are, just kill them."

But Drumm was still in high spirits and ready to go downstairs.

"Wait. I may have discovered a new race. ”

Drumm was about to go downstairs when he was stopped directly by Ares. This made the uncle very incomprehensible, but he still stopped and sat down depressed.

Leaning on the windowsill, Ares observed.

I saw two undead holding hands and slowly walking into the town, and then stopped in front of a house, they seemed to be familiar with this place, standing for a long time, the female undead snuggled on the shoulders of the male undead, as if they were still alive...... It was the first time Ares had seen such self-aware undead, they were not at all like the zombies and skeletons in the Scourge Legion, unconscious, these two undead had their own consciousness!

After a while, the male undead led the female undead into the hut.

"What's going on?"

The scene in front of him made Drumm look confused, the undead still need a place to live and rest? The zombies and skeletons I saw in the past didn't need to rest or sleep at all, but the actions of the two undead in front of me were completely unexpected by Drum.

"They're no ordinary undead, they may be undead who have broken free from the Lich King's mind control."

Watching the two undead enter the house, Ares sighed, this was probably the saddest scene he had seen since crossing into Azeroth. A pair of lovers who fell in love with each other, when the natural disaster was raging, did not have time to escape from the town, were slaughtered by the natural disaster legion, and became a member of the natural disaster army.

However, their memories of their lives were not erased, and when the Lich King's mind control was weakened, these undead broke free from the Lich King's grip and escaped from the Scourge Legion and roamed the land. But they are the undead, no one will want to accept them, and even everyone wants to kill them, so they can only wander in desolation, relying on the memories of their lives, to find their former home, which is here.

Walking on the path, they were still as affectionate as before, and the man took the woman's hand and limped back to their former home. It's just that at this time, the buildings are empty, and the happy and sunny days of the past are no more, replaced by deserted towns, and the moonlight is miserable......

"The Forsaken."

Ares sighed.

"What?"

Drum asked.

"Nothing, that's what I call them."

Coming down from the windowsill, Ares said with emotion. In Ares' opinion, these undead who have broken free from the control of the Lich King are the most pitiful people in this world, they are not humans, they are undead, and it is impossible for everyone to accept them and hunt them down, and they may not want to hurt anyone. Because they were human beings when they were born...... And these forsaken are almost immortal, and they will not die unless they are dismantled or decapitated. Eternal life is also a kind of imprisonment, just like the two undead spirits he just met, Ares can't imagine their world...... Maybe your relatives are right in front of you, but you don't dare to recognize each other......

The most painful thing in life has been experienced almost by the forgotten......

"You think it's a new race?"

Drumm asked, confused.

"Yes, it's just that they are few in number, and, importantly, they lack a leader. Without a leader, they will be scattered all over the world, hunted down. ”

"You want to protect them?"

"No, it's hard to say, the Forsaken have been through so many calamities, it's hard to say that every Forsaken can still keep their hearts, and they may become extreme and extreme, hateful to the living, hateful to everything. No matter how kind a person is, after experiencing a series of changes, his heart will be distorted. So, it's very contradictory, saying whether to accept them or not. Moreover, the undead are undead after all, and how many humans will accept letting the undead live on their own land? ”

Seeing the cottage lit by candlelight, Ares was overwhelmed......