"Really?" The Forsaken said in some surprise. He turned his head and looked at the meat hook hiding behind him, and the hideous hatred on his face actually squeezed out a flattering expression on his face, looking like a puppy that had made a mistake and begged for forgiveness.

Seeing this expression, the Forsaken immediately knew what was going on. He turned to the visitors with some embarrassment: "I'm very sorry, I was so hasty that I offended you. ”

"It's very rare for abomination to get out of control, and while most abominations don't need fresh flesh to survive, that doesn't mean they don't crave flesh, it's just that most of the time they can control that craving." He explained openly, worry written across his face, "We haven't had this kind of abomination out of control since we were out of the Lich King's control, I don't know what that means, maybe I should report it to the Dark Lady." ”

"But no matter what, we'll make amends." He concluded.

Truth be told, these words completely overturned Diego's understanding of the Forsaken, who he remembered as having always had a cold and ruthless face of the dead, and their hearts were full of hatred and sadness. They are jealous of life, they hate the living, they have no goals, they have no ideals, and everything they do seems to be just for the sake of such a half-dead "existence".

But the one standing in front of them was different. He was well-dressed and polite, and his bare skin, though a little blue, was not as tattered as his kind, and if it weren't for those blood-red eyes, Diego would have almost thought he was a cultured human nobleman.

"It doesn't need to, in fact, we don't have anything else to lose except for a few shocks." Diego hurriedly declined. He still has a lot to do in this city of the dead, and perhaps a small favor is more valuable to him.

"Well, then, how am I supposed to inform the Queen of the names of the visitors?" The Forsaken said with a smile. It seems that Diego's generosity has also won him favor.

"Diego? Aznar salutes you, and may Elune shine on your path. Diego introduced himself. He deliberately modified his blessing, for the Light was as deadly to the Forsaken as sulfuric acid.

"Roberrick? The Thorn salutes you, and may the Light be with you. The Forsaken were unimpressed. Indeed, for them who have died once, some secular red tape is no longer so important.

Behind Diego, Masrae, Dezko, and Bloodspear all stepped forward and saluted the Thorn one by one. Bless each other.

"You're very welcome, please feel free." The Forsaken said with a smile on his face, "You know, except for a few orc merchants and emissaries, very few living people have visited this place. ”

"Please come with me." He turned around and walked down the aisle he had just come out of.

This is a road that slopes downward. Compared to the almost completely destroyed above-ground part of the Intramural City, its underground part is very well preserved. The floor of the corridor is level, the murals on the walls and the torches stuck in the hoops are still intact, and only a few damp corners are a few graveyard mosses and ghost mushrooms.

They descended the corridor and finally stopped in a small circular room. Bloodspear noticed a wide gap between the walls around the floor. He looked down, and the black hole below was bottomless.

"If I were you, I would be a little farther away from that crack, and the people who fall from there every year will be enough to meet the needs of all the people of the Royal Apothecary Society~body~yàn." Roberrick kindly reminded. While more than one person has been skeptical about the design of the elevator, it was a decision made by the Dark Lady at the beginning of the establishment of the Undercity, and to be honest, the narrow and dangerous elevator could defend an entire army.

The blood spear subconsciously moved a step back. Although he had never seen it before, his colleagues who had been to the Undercity had told him the story of the famous "murder elevator" and knew that it was not a safe place.

That's when it happened. A strong sense of weightlessness came suddenly, grabbing everyone's body, but no one panicked because Roberyk, as the owner, knew what was going to happen. Diego, Masrae, and Dezko have also been tested by the elevator of Thunder Bluff, and as for the Blood Spear, for the orcs, they have never known what fear is.

After a few seconds, the elevator stopped. Diego estimated that they had dropped at least forty or fifty meters. They crossed a corridor and saw a sprawling underground city.

People who haven't been here can't imagine it. Beneath this darkness lies a city so eerie, with skeletons and bones on almost every inch of the walls, and pus-like green water flowing from almost every gutter. Contrary to any known architectural style, this is a city of massive domes and countless pipes, like mushrooms growing out of the mud, rotting in the darkness of the earth and then being reborn.

It was originally the confluence of the sewers of the royal city of Lordaeron, and the drains of countless sewers converged in this place, some of which are still used to this day, discharging the collected rainwater here. After escaping from the Lich King's control, the Forsaken chose this place as their hiding place, not actually saying the word "choose", as they had nowhere else to go.

The group was at the waist of the dome of the circular dome, and Diego noticed that the passage to the underground city was not the only one they had just come out of, but that there were three other entrances and exits on the opposite side of the dome and to the left and right of the dome. A circular passage connects these entrances horizontally along the dome. On the inside of the passage, there are cave-like buildings carved out of the dome. Most of these cramped caves are inhabited by civilians among the forgotten - whether living or undead, or half-dead forgotten, as long as they live in a social society, the class gap will always exist. Most of these civilians were engaged in commerce, whether they were leather shops or tailors, they could be found here. Many forgotten people have died once, or more than once, but have not forgotten all the crafts they lived by.

Beneath the huge, empty dome is a square psychic tower built by the lichs, but after the Forsaken broke free from the Lich King's control, the tower was abandoned and converted into the city's bank. The Wraiths work day and night to serve the people - this is probably the least likely bank for corruption in Azeroth, as the shiny coins don't mean anything to the Wraiths.

From the ring road on the dome leads four stone bridges that descend diagonally, leading to the base of the tower, the bottom of the city, with many arches leading out of the dome. There are a number of shops that require a larger area, mostly in the manufacturing industry, such as forges and leather workshops.

In fact, what the group saw was only a part of the underground city, because beyond the dome, there was also a circular canal area, and in addition, there were separate military districts, magic districts, thieves' quarters, and alchemy houses, each of which served the various functions of the city.

As a city, the Undercity is not deserted at all, the streets are full of bustling pedestrians, of course, most of them are the Forgotten with different decays and defects, and occasionally you can see some orcs, most of them are merchants, who came here to try their luck after joining the tribe in the Undercity. But before they came were the ubiquitous goblins, and many speculated that if it weren't for the chaos of the demons, these green-skinned dwarves would have dared to make a deal with the demons.

"It's time for me to report this abomination out of control to the Queen, aren't you going with me to meet the Dark Lady?" Roberrick said.

"No, we're only here for some personal matters, and we don't have a diplomatic mission on our side." Blood Spear politely refused. For him, he didn't want to deal with the head of a living dead.

"Well, I hope you have a good time here." Roberyk nodded and turned to leave.

"What are we going to do next?" Masrae asked.

"Find a place to stay first?" Diego asked tentatively, he habitually looked at the sky, but he didn't see anything except a dome, "It shouldn't be early, right?" ”

"It seems so." Dezko said.

"Well, then, come with me, I've heard of a nice inn that my colleagues recommended to me." Bloodspear said with some excitement that he hadn't stayed in the forsaken inn yet. It's definitely an amazing experience that can be boasted about for an entire year in Orgrimmar's tavern.

They walked along the ring road for more than ten minutes and came to the front of an inn. The owner apparently didn't put much thought into the name, and the sign at the door only read two words - hotel.

But the Forsaken boss wasn't as cold as Diego thought. After arranging for the corral keeper to take away a few of the men's mounts, he quickly arranged food for a few customers, and with the Holy Light on him, Diego saw fresh meat, bread, and fruit, as well as a few glasses of dwarven spirits.

He turned his head in surprise and looked at Masrae, who had just secretly used a spell to detect the toxins.

"It's safe." The Night Elf replied in an equally surprised whisper.

"Please slow down." The boss, Norman, said respectfully. He seemed to do his best to maintain an "elegant, peaceful" smile, though the almost rotten chin made it look terrifying.

They finished their dinner with some trepidation, and were led to the guest room by the boss. If the not-so-comfortable oak dining table and old chairs were enough for a few people, the innkeeper had prepared a bed for them that made a few people jump on their feet.

That's a couple of coffins with lids!

Although there are dry straw mats and neat sheets inside! (To be continued.) )