When the sun sets over the distant mountains, the stars also appear above the lonely night.

Familiar dark paths, countless undead wandering, howling. Little Fred looked around in horror, and Ares protected him well. The glow emitted by the Ember Bringer caused a field of light to form around the paladin, and no undead dared to approach it. Only the wails of the Black Forest continue to terrorize people's hearts.

Ruculus and the two Shadow Priests were at the front, a magical orb of shadow energy hovering around him, levitating, and compared to the terrified expressions of the other human soldiers, several Shadow Priests showed no fear of their surroundings. On the contrary, they are very natural, in the eyes of these Shadow Priests, day is night, and night is day, and in the night, they can see everything, including the souls that wander around them at this moment.

"No need to panic, you can't see them, and they can't see you. It's not because of your presence that they are crying, they are crying all the time, this is their graveyard, their souls are imprisoned here, there is no escape, no way to return to the physical world. They are nothing but weak souls, good souls, helplessness and sorrow accompany this forest, and time means nothing to them. So little Fred, don't worry to meet the person you want to meet, after all, she has found her body, she is lucky, and many dead souls, even the body can not be recovered, can only live forever between the underworld and the world of the living. ”

Walking ahead, Ruculus turned and said. His ability to manipulate shadows is so powerful that he can even see into people's hearts and minds, and what they fear most. Thus stirring up fear and uneasiness from the depths of the heart. His relationship with the Void Dragon is also basically from this aspect, using mind spells to control these mutated baby dragons.

Finally, after a long mountain journey, Ares and his party arrived at the entrance of Deathknell. Speaking of which, for the Forsaken, Ares now feels guilty from the bottom of his heart. This race has helped itself, helped the Scarlet Crusaders, and again and again it has excluded them, even to the point of getting rid of them. In the end, this group of homeless people was squeezed into a deserted place like Death Knell Town. At the beginning, if it weren't for Gianna's admonition, he might have led the Scarlet Crusaders to raze Deathknell Town and wipe out the Forsaken. In retrospect, everything has its own certainty.

"You've been honest at last, High Lord."

There were several undead with cricket bodies coming in front of them, their bodies gradually decaying, and their bodies were like skin and bones, and if it weren't for their voices, no one would have thought of them as a race.

Among the several necromancers is the leader of the Forsaken, Putress. Great pharmacist. Ares remembers that when the plague broke out at the Scarlet Monastery, it was this thing that helped him solve the plague. Of course, this guy also has his own faults, his ambitions, his desires are too great. For this reason, Ares almost eliminated him, and it can be said that he is an old friend and an old enemy.

Putress is more rickety, but his gaze is still sharp. When they looked at each other, Ares couldn't help but gasp. It was endless resentment, but he accepted the request from the human, from the living, to let little Fred see his mother.

Perhaps, in terms of looking at tragedy and family affection, the two are the same. If he could, Ares knew that many of the people of Lordaeron would like to see their loved ones, even if they are dead and in the form of the undead. But for civilians who have not lost their loved ones, they cannot accept it. No one can accept that they live in a world where the undead and ghosts haunt every day. So the Forsaken will never be able to return to Lordaeron, despite their longing to return. This is an eternal set of contradictions.

"The past should not be mentioned now, let little Fred meet with his mother, we agreed. Your Excellency the Great Pharmacist. ”

Jumping off his horse, Ares said calmly. He put his hands on Fred's shoulders, comforting him and giving him courage. You can feel the boy's fear, even if he made ten thousand mental preparations on the road before leaving, but when he really entered the world of the undead, Fred still felt frightened.

Led by a few skeletal guards, little Fred's hair stood on end, but he endured it. I miss my mother more than anything else.

"Go in, she's waiting for you inside."

Walking to the town hall in Deathtown, Grand Apothecary Putres makes an elegant welcome gesture. Although Ares didn't trust him very much, with the Ash Messenger there, these forsaken people would not dare to do anything. Even if they were all pressed down, they wouldn't necessarily be the Ashbringers' opponents.

As soon as they entered, all eyes of the Forsaken around them were focused. And the female ghost in the middle stood up even more excitedly. She stared at the boy in front of her, and an unspeakable feeling rose deep in her heart. It used to be a memory of her life. At that time, little Fred was still a child of seven or eight years old, and he lived happily in Lordaeron, although Baltona never loved this family, he married her for wealth and status, but the nobles here were like this, she didn't care, she loved little Fred. That's her flesh and bones. She gave him all her love, until one day, the fallen prince walked into Lordaeron's palace with a dark rune greatsword. Amid flowers and applause, darkness descended on the city and countless otherwise happy families.

She still remembered the scene when she fled, and she still remembered the sword that the Scourge soldier in Lordaeron's uniform gave her. The cold sword pierced her body, her last hope as the living. Afterward, like all those killed by the Scourge Legion, she rose numbly from the ground, and to the lich's laughter, they opened their mouths and pounced on their former relatives and lovers like wild beasts, their souls controlled by the white-haired Death Knight. Controlled by the terrifying power of the Frozen Throne, to be exact.

There are too many memories to look back on, and when little Fred really stands in front of her when she grows up, the elderly mother finally lets go of the last shred of reason in her heart and pounces on him...... It was a meeting between the living and the dead, and Fred was a little unacceptable at first, but soon, his inner thoughts mixed with painful emotions made him stick to his mother's arms. Yes, even though she is dead, she is still her mother......