There are many torches stuck in the iron rings on the stone walls of the cave. This was set up by the Minotaurs, for the Forsaken preferred to stay in the dark, but they did not reject the light, which came from the habit of the body. This contradiction is not uncommon among the forsaken - the instinct of the dead to chase darkness and the desire for light in life are always in conflict and entanglement, and they struggle painfully in this twisted vortex until they usher in another death, real death.

Through the shadows formed by the strange rocks on the cave walls, they silently felt into the cave. They walked along the narrow cave for about a few tens of meters, and suddenly their eyes suddenly opened up.

It was a huge, almost circular underground space, the size of two football fields, and Diego even wondered if the entire underneath the Soul Heights had been hollowed out. Standing at the entrance and looking in all directions, Diego was sure that the cave had spawned naturally, as he had not seen any artificially excavated axe marks on the walls around it.

The ground in the cave is uneven, with pools, stalactite columns, and ravines that run through the entire cave, filled with water and look like a still underground river. A barely passable path leads slowly upwards through the cave to a small cliff that is not too high. On that cliff, a swaying figure could be faintly seen, and it seemed that the forsaken were there.

They walked over small stone beams across the ravine, tiptoeing down the path to the deepest cliffs.

The cave was very damp, and there were pools of water everywhere. It's just that these forsaken don't care much about how their bodies feel, and if they were other creatures, they would get sick in such a wet and cold environment.

There were some condensed droplets on the path, which were a little slippery, and they had to concentrate on their feet, otherwise they could easily slip and fall into the pool. Drinking two sips of water is a trivial matter, and the sound of splashing water is sure to alarm the forgotten.

They cautiously came to the bottom of the cliff. But instead of going up the slope, he left the path and came into the shadows at the foot of the cliff. Here, they can clearly hear any sound overhead.

Let's be honest. Diego couldn't believe they had come so smoothly, and he wondered if he had stepped into some trap, but nothing happened until they huddled in the gloomy corner under the cliff. It seems that Magatha's allies were not as keen on her machinations as she was.

The cliff was so quiet that only a sound similar to that of a liquid boiling in a crucible could be heard. They waited a long time. I heard someone speak.

"Zama, you have to hurry, that old Minotaur woman is urging us again today." A hoarse voice whispered, "Livingston has been out for days, and I wonder if something happened to him." ”

"Leave her alone, Ao Song, making the alchemy potion is a very patient technique, and we need a lot of time to refine and test it to come up with the best recipe." Another voice spoke, sounding very sharp and harsh. It seems to belong to a certain woman, at least in life, that "an impatient man can never be a good pharmacist." ”。

"You don't have to worry about that thief, these guys are always elusive and have a natural love of running around." The shrill voice—Zama paused, then continued.

At this time, another hoarse voice sounded, and if you didn't distinguish it carefully, you could hardly distinguish it from the first, and Diego found this one to be even more hoarse, with a peculiar popping sound. It was as if a big hole had been cut in this person's throat: "Zama, what potion are you going to make?" Look at the herbs you use—plague flowers, graveyard moss, dead leaf grass, blood thistles, ...... what good things can be made out of these things? ”

"Some kind of poison, Janssen. To be precise, some kind of plague potion, it can make everyone who eats it weak, as if they were sick......," Zama explained slowly.

"Plague Elixir! Oh my God, Zama, what are you doing? Have you forgotten how we died? You must know that Her Majesty has explicitly forbidden us to make this thing! The broken voice—Janssen—suddenly became rapid, and even sounded hysterical, "Ozon? Grull. Open the portal to the Undercity now, and I must report it to the Queen immediately! Zama, just wait to meet the Queen's wrath! ”

In fact, not only the Forsaken named Janssen, but also Diego and Masrae, who were hiding in the shadows, were taken aback. You must know that just three years ago, that terrible plague swept almost the entire northern part of the Eastern Kingdom Continent, and the once prosperous Lordaeron Kingdom also collapsed and disappeared in this plague. The most terrifying thing about this plague is not that it is highly lethal, but that those who die tortured by it will come back to life after death and become puppet-like walking corpses!

For a moment, Diego even wanted to flee the cavern to get away from the source of the terrible plague. But just then, he heard the pharmacist named Zama explaining in a loud voice.

"Hey, don't be nervous, this is not that kind of plague, this is just a disease potion, it can make people unconscious for a few days, become weak, like having a serious illness, that's all."

"What you said is true?" Janssen asked incredulously.

"Of course, I can swear to my crucible, you know, that it was given to me by the Great Apothecary Putress, who thinks I have the talent to be a great Great Apothecary." Zama swore as her voice suddenly became low, "For me now, this crucible seems to be the meaning of my existence. ”

"Me too, I don't have much to be nostalgic about now except my arcane." Janssen said similarly gloomily that the mage had finally believed in his companion.

"Who's to say it isn't? If it weren't for the Queen's insistence that we come this time, I'd still be working on my curse spells in the Undercity! The man named Okuson joined in, and the tension that had been tense finally eased. He sounded like a warlock.

"Oh, by the way, why would that old minotaur need this potion? I remember that the Minotaur had always believed in Mother Nature and Earth, and did not like to deal with poison and plague. Janssen suddenly remembered something and asked.

"Ahem, whatever, give her whatever she wants, you know, before coming, the queen asked us to have a good relationship with the minotaur." Zama said nonchalantly that for these tech maniacs, they don't want to spend their time dealing with people.

The other two fell silent, for the undead, the dislike for the living was almost deep in their bones, and they were deeply impressed with Zama's attitude.

At this moment, the liquid that had been boiling on the cliff suddenly made a "poof" sound. Immediately afterward, the pharmacist Zama cursed in frustration.

"Damn, failed again!"

"Zama, I look at this color and it seems right!" Ao Song asked puzzled.

"The color is true, but its efficacy is only 50% of that of the qualified product, and it can't meet the requirements at all."

"It's already okay, give it to her."

"No, although I am very unhappy about wasting time here, that doesn't mean I can allow the potion I made to be inferior," the pharmacist said critically, her voice full of pride, "Aosong, that's why you can't be a pharmacist!" ”

Immediately afterward, Diego felt as if he heard the sound of liquid being poured into some kind of container, and in the next moment, an oval crystal bottle was thrown off the cliff and landed in the pool in front of them with a "pop". A pus-like liquid gently rippled in the bottle, emitting a grayish-green glow. (To be continued.) )