Deathknell Town, where the dawn is silent......

In the mist of the town, all kinds of mournful wails and ghostly weeping continued every day. The inhabitants here are not humans, nor elves or other species, not even living beings. They are the Forsaken, a race forgotten in the dark corners of Azeroth. They are the dead, people who have died and come back to life, but who are not alive after all......

They are afraid of light, averse to sunlight, and prefer to be active and mobile at night. The crowded, damp, and sordid life in Death Knell has been going on for years. Until recently, an alien "kindred" came to take refuge here.

The dead man looked even more decomposed than the other Forsaken, he no longer had a single piece of flesh on his body, it was all grim white bones, and his emaciated body seemed as if a gust of wind could blow him down. However, it was such a refuge that quietly changed the mind of Preitus, the leader of the Forsaken.

Time goes back to half a month ago......

"Honorable Great Apothecary, my beloved leader, as you can see, I was once a nobleman, a court wizard. Yes, I served King Terenus, and when the Second Orc War broke out, I volunteered to join the Coalition's legions against the beasts. When Lordaeron was in the most difficult time, I did my best to help King Terenus and help the country through it. and finally died at the fall of Lordaeron, and from then on I was reduced to a dead man......"

In the administrative hall of Deathknell, the lair of the Forsaken, a decaying and flabby Kergasud prostrates in front of the Grand Apothecary Putress disguised as a desolate old man. His earnest words, coupled with his many physical defects and features, moved the forsaken present. Even if they are dead and undead, they still have free will, that is, they have the emotions and wisdom of normal people.

Kergassud's vivid performance undoubtedly won the sympathy and trust of the crowd.

"Wizard Augs, we all know what you said, and most people here are in the same situation as you. We are neither the living nor the dead. We can't go back to Lordaeron, and we're not really undead. In fact, we are nothing, we are just the forgotten. We have no choice, Your Excellency. ”

Kergasud, who goes by the alias Wizard Augs, comforts him on the spot when he recounts his "tragic" experience at the Hall of Deathtown. Over the years, they have become accustomed to life here and have long since lost hope for the future. Aside from their revenge on the Lich King, they have no incentive or meaning to survive.

However, Kergassud knows that this is not what every forsaken person thinks. Like humans, these dead and undead have souls and minds of their own. They also have the desires of life.

"Yes, we have no choice but to wait - real death."

"Bold! We won't really die until we march into Icecrown Fortress! ”

As soon as Kergassud's words fell, someone at the scene immediately stood up to accuse and refute him. And the leader Putres never spoke, and Kergassud wanted to understand his thoughts, but the great apothecary was like a statue, only nodding slightly, his eyes were misty. Let Kergassud wonder if he really exists......

However, he had to finish his sentence.

"I'm afraid we don't have that opportunity anymore, Lordaeron won't give us a chance to get to Northrend at all. They closed the coastline, and, again, the army reached outside our city. Yes, I was hunted down by the army and fled here. ”

Kergassud continued. His eyes glowed with a deathly blue light, and he looked around at the reactions of each of the Forsaken Councillors around him. Especially Pret, who sat in the middle and kept silent, was the lord.

"Your Excellency, we respect you and sympathize with your plight, but if you talk nonsense here and have nothing to do, we will invite it out of here, and Death Knell will not allow the unscrupulous to make a home here."

"Home? It looks like you really call this desolate and dirty place your home...... But not the Lordaerons, who enjoy a prosperous life in clean and tidy cities, and whose armies will not spare anyone who pollutes their land. I was hunted down by Lordaeron's army to flee here. Look at the scars on my body, the marks of being hurt by the iron sword and the flames. ”

Kergassud said, pulling up his tattered coat, and several marks of sword wounds were visible on the gloomy white bones.

"This is impossible, you must have taken the initiative to attack the humans, otherwise, they would not have pursued us. Ares has already signed an agreement with us. Deathtown, north of Deathtown, is our home. ”

"What shall I say, my companions, do you not understand? The past is the past, the past Lordaeron was weak, and now, Lordaeron is strong again. How could a powerful nation allow aliens to live in their land, especially since we are undead, monsters that will cause fear to them. Yes, do not shy away from this sensitive topic, we are all monsters in their eyes. Despite the fact that Nogan years ago, we are the same kind of people as them. ”

Krgasud whispered.

"Whatever you say, wizard. I still believe in Ares' character. ”

Pratt was beside the Forsaken General who stood up and said. He was a Ranger during his lifetime, a High Elf Ranger of Quel'Thalas. He still wears his own leather armor and weapons after death. Kergassud recognized him at a glance, the emblem of the Jungle Bow and Arrow, a man of Sylvanas the Windranger.

"Ares's man? Hehe...... He may convince you, but don't forget that Ares is in Northrend and not in Lordaeron. But Lordaeron's army is here, on this continent. Brothers, have you forgotten the tragedy that happened a few years ago? As soon as Ares walked on his front foot, the Scarlet Crusaders slaughtered us in a frenzy. Have you all forgotten this history? ”

Kelgasud's impassioned speech gradually changed the position of the forgotten in the audience. Indeed, everything he said was justified. Actions speak louder than words. It was an undeniable fact that the Scarlet Crusaders slaughtered the Forsaken, and Ares even made a pact with the Forsaken in the first place.

The lessons of history are there, coupled with the dramatic conflict arranged in advance by Kergassud, controlling a part of the human convoy to attack the Forsaken with mind control, desecrating their bodies in the wild. All these circumstances have aroused the anger in the hearts of the forsaken. This contradiction could not be reconciled, and Ares had calmed it before, and Kergassud had stimulated it in due course.