For the next few days, Bane was busy counting and containing captives, identifying the core of the Terror Totem clan and Magatha's cronies. Most of the totems of terror - those who are willing to step forward and ask Kane? Bloodhoof, swears allegiance to the entire Minotaur clan, and whenever Magatha? When the terror of the Totem of Terror is mentioned, they will openly draw a line with it, and those who change their minds will be forgiven.

And those die-hard loyalists who believe in the bigoted ideas of the Magassa will be banished to the desert of Tanaris, the arid and barren, scorching heat, the sweltering and miasma-ridden Angolo crater, and even further afield, the Silysus Desert, which is full of xenomorphs and cultists, who make up only a quarter of the Terror Totem Clan.

A rebellion that could well have turned into a catastrophe ended peacefully, with a pitiful number of dead compared to similar incidents elsewhere. Is this also for Bain? Bloodhoof had earned him a high rating, and now, no one would think that the young minotaur could not succeed his aging father as a qualified tribal leader.

A few days later, Bane, Dezco, Diego, and the others arrive at the Heights of the Soul, where the Forsaken's problem must be resolved, but Bane prefers to settle the matter through peace talks.

Because it was daytime, the mountain road leading to the halfway up the mountain was not so daunting to walk. They soon came to the entrance of the cave.

"Is anyone there?" Bane shouted like a visiting neighbor.

"I'm not here, don't bother me!" In the cave, a hoarse voice replied coldly and loudly. For the Forsaken, they would rather have no one to disturb them for 10,000 years, and let themselves rot slowly in the dark.

Diego heard that this was the one named Ozon? Grull's Mage.

"This isn't the right way for a guest to treat a host, and I bet Sylvanas didn't know you were so arrogant!" Bane replied forcefully that the Minotaurs had always been the masters of the region, and that they were gentle and kind, but that was no reason for them to be offended.

There was silence in the cave for a few seconds, and a shrill voice rang out.

"Please come in. Excellency! The pharmacist said Maza.

A group of people walked into the cave with their heads held high. Although it was daytime and torches were lit on the walls of the cave, the place was still very dark, and they passed through the pools of water that the Minotaurs called the Pool of Foresight. Sometimes, prophetic shamans come here to seek revelations from the spirits of the ancestors, though most of them are vague and vague, often after they have happened. These prophecies will be confirmed.

They finally walked up the cliff and came to the three Forsaken. In front of them, a cauldron filled with brown slurry was boiling violently, emitting a pungent smell.

But compared to this smell, the strong stench of corpses emanating from the three Forsaken was undoubtedly more disgusting.

Bane resisted the urge to cover his mouth and nose and stepped forward and introduced himself, "Me, Bane? Bloody Hoof! I'm the Minotaur Chief - Kane? Son of Bloodhoof, protector of Bloodhoof Village! Emissary from the Undercity, tell me what you're here for! ”

His language was bold and tough, which was the etiquette of the Minotaur when meeting the messengers. Especially those messengers who have not yet proven their good intentions.

A flash of panic flashed across the faces of the three Forsaken, and Diego wasn't sure if their stiff facial muscles were expressing the expression. These tech nerds don't seem to have experienced this kind of battle.

"I think we've seen your ......," said the Forsaken at the front, hesitating, carefully considering her words, "...... One of the chiefs, she said, as messengers, we just need to stay here quietly, and we don't need to do anything, oh, except for the fact that we are making her a potion of zuò. ”

From her shrill voice, Diego recognized the Forsaken. She was supposed to be the pharmacist Zama. But he didn't expect the apothecary to be a woman—at least for the sake of her slender stature and bulging breasts.

Her lips had long since festered, revealing blackened gums. Greasy hair stood on end like a weed. Diego noticed the tear in her robe, which no longer covered her body—she clearly didn't care—revealing large patches of pale skin. There was a faint blue and black, and in some places it had even rotted so much that you could see the white bones below. On her head, two X-shaped crossed belts obscured most of her face.

Bane couldn't help but let out a sigh, he really couldn't understand what Sylvanas had for sending such a natural dull to act as an emissary, could it be that the Undercity side relied on lottery to decide what everyone should do?

"If you're talking about Magatha? Terror Totem, I'm afraid she can't represent all the Minotaurs. Because she's only the head of a minotaur tribe and not the big chief of all the minotaurs, Kane? Bloody Hoof is. ”

"Magatha? Totem of terror? That woman seemed to be called that," Zama said uncertainly, thinking for a moment, as she turned her head to look at her companion, a movement that made her neck bone make a worrying crunch, "Do you remember the name of the minotaur who greeted us?" ”

Behind her, the other two Forsaken looked at her with a bit of dazedness, their eyes looking even more innocent than she was. They stayed like this for a few minutes, and just when Diego thought they were asleep, the two men suddenly spoke.

"yes, it seems to be the name." Aoson? Gruul, the mage replied.

"No, should it be called Magatha? Wild Totem. "Janssen? Thomason, the warlock said firmly.

Bane couldn't help but let out a sigh in his heart.

"You saw that too, we're not sure," said the pharmacist, Zama, turning his head. She adjusted the strap on her head, moving the intersection of the X back to the middle of the bridge of her nose.

"I'm sorry, if I don't wear this, my face will crack, that would be rude." She smiled self-deprecatingly, but Diego didn't hear any emotion in her faint tone, she was indifferent as if she were just stating a simple fact—which seemed to be true.

"Well, we don't have to dwell on this issue anymore, we're here just to let you know, that Magatha? The Totem of Terror does not represent the Minotaur, and she has been killed for certain crimes, and all future interactions with you will be carried out by me. Bane said helplessly, sensing that the Forsaken didn't have much interest in who represented the Minotaurs, but what had to be said had to be said. However, he also gave up holding the Forsaken accountable for the conspiracy, and I am afraid that they still do not understand what happened.

"Okay, I got it." Zama replied dryly, "If anything happens, I'll go to you." ”

"Goodbye, then." Bane also said dryly, he didn't think the Forsaken would leave him for lunch, and he might not dare to eat the food made by the living dead.

They turned and walked out of the cave, but at that moment, Zama suddenly spoke: "Barn, I have a companion missing, if you see him, let him come back early, if he doesn't apply the embalming liquid in time, I'm afraid his body will dry up!" ”

"Well, my name is Bane," the future Minotaur chief corrected helplessly, looking at Diego behind him, "As for your companion, I'm afraid he's already killed in an attempted assassination." ”

"Was this human who killed him?" The Forsaken's voice suddenly cooled, and it seemed as if she had only just noticed the existence of this human being, and there seemed to be a fire burning in the black hole's eyes.

"Yes, he tried to assassinate me and my friend, and we killed him in self-defense." Diego stepped forward with his head held high, stepping out of the shadows behind Bane, the firelight shining on him, reflecting his resolute face.

"Diego? Why are you here? The pharmacist asked, a little surprised.

"You've seen me?" Opposite Zama, Diego was no less surprised than she was. It was the first time he had come face to face with the Forsaken, and he didn't know how she recognized him.

"I don't remember, but I think I should have seen you, but, you know, since waking up, most of the forsaken have chosen to forget their past forever." Maza said sadly.

She was talking about a bitter truth, a common phenomenon among the Forsaken - for them who had just woken up from their lives as puppets of the Walking Dead, the involuntary acts of the Lich King—against their lovers, friends, loved ones, and comrades-in-arms—had brought them to the brink of collapse, and few of them could face the fact that their loved ones had fallen under their claws. Some people go straight into madness, others choose to atone for their sins by ending their unnatural lives again, but most choose to forget their past forever, or be forgotten by it.

Diego fell silent. For a traveler, the origin of this body does not seem to matter, but as if he was hit by a sudden bullet, some strong emotion suddenly aroused from the depths of Diego's heart, and he suddenly longed to know the origin of "himself" and what happened to the owner of this body before he crossed over.

"Don't you remember the past?" The pharmacist asked curiously.

"For some reason, I lost my memory."

"Oh, that's unfortunate." The pharmacist said, but there was no sympathy in her expression, because for the forsaken, amnesia was almost the bare minimum they were born with. The Forsaken who fail to do so are either insane or dead. (To be continued.) )