Since the destruction of Lordaeron began from the inside, most of the walls are still intact. But the erosion of wind and rain, coupled with the fact that no one has repaired it, has turned the once white marble to a gray-black, sticking to a layer of rotting lichen.

The flagpoles on either side of the avenue outside the gates still hang the broken Lordaeron flags - the Forsaken don't seem to have any intention of replacing them, as if they don't care about many things after dying once.

Diego and his party walked through the city gates to a large courtyard.

Everywhere the eye is struck, a desolate scene of decay and withering. What was once a city of miracles is now a ruined ruin, the courtyard overgrown with weeds and shade-loving ferns, and huge stones scattered sadly on the ground, covered with slippery moss. In the middle of the courtyard, the once elegant statue has long since been destroyed, leaving only a few jagged stone pillars and broken remnants. In the corners of the surrounding area, twisted and snake-like vines climbed up the walls, painting strange and cold patterns on the walls.

But it's not without a hint of life — a few blood-red bats are flying around the courtyard, not at all afraid that it's still daytime. From time to time, the cries of night owls sounded in the distance, as if the deceased was announcing ominousness.

Diego stood in the midst of this ruin, looking at the center of the once human world, imagining the crowd of people and citizens here. Kings, nobles, merchants, farmers, craftsmen, ...... dozens of generations have worked hard to build this city of miracles that all mankind is proud of, she is elegant, magnificent, prosperous, brilliant, like a godsend, it seems that all the praise is used on her, but decades have passed, the glory has dried up, the glory has rotted, and here is only a ruin full of death and sorrow, waiting to slowly decay along with the forsaken hiding beneath her.

It's like feeling the sadness in people's hearts, right now. The sky also began to drift with wet rain, and the drenched people were wet, like sad tears. A cool breeze blew, and Diego couldn't help but shiver a few times. It felt like someone was watching in the dark. In such an eerie environment, and thinking of the tens of thousands of unjust souls who died in this city, Diego only felt a tingling of his scalp and shuddered.

"Shall we go in?" Masrae asked hesitantly. Diego is not alone, it seems.

"Of course we have to go in, or what are we doing here!" Blood Spear said with a big grin. Orcs are always like that. Fearless to the point of being almost reckless, but never lacking in courage.

They led their mounts and walked to the inner court. The street lamps on both sides of the road have long been rusted and twisted, showing their strangeness to pedestrians. At the end of the courtyard is a cemetery, and fortunately – especially for the owner of the tomb – the dead buried here are not excavated to become part of the undead army, but continue to sleep in it.

Crossing the cemetery and crossing a wooden bridge—green sewage dripping with pus—they reached the bottom of the bell tower, but by this moment, the huge bronze bell had already fallen, standing diagonally in the middle of the aisle. It seems to be silently telling the past of the city.

Behind the bell tower is the famous road of victory, and whenever the victors triumph, the high roofs on both sides of this road are sprinkled with rose petals like roses to add to the glory of the heroes. Ironically, however, it was from here that the fallen prince Alsace, Prince Lordaeron, returned from Northrend and took the throne on the day of his father's murder.

They ended up in the throne room. It is a majestic hall and one of the few buildings in the entire city that has been preserved intact. Its vault is high above, and the corners are hidden in shadows. The whole room is circular in shape. It is surrounded by arches and columns. A dim light shone through the glass in the center of the vault, converging on the intricate pattern in the center of the hall, with the golden emblem of Lordaeron carved in the center. High on the surrounding walls hung several indoor balconies, which were reserved for the nobility during meetings. However, it also has a high tactical value - it only takes a few archers to snipe at any corner of the hall from those vantage points.

At the end of several concentric arcs of staircases, directly towards the gate, was a large throne, as if made of glowing stone. The surface is flat, and the corners are full of strength and momentum.

But at this moment, there was no king sitting on the throne, and the whole hall was empty. There was no one in the shadows, it was empty and lonely.

"Where should we go?" Looking at this hall full of arches, Blood Spear asked a little dazedly. Both he and the Minotaur had come to this place for the first time, and so had Masrae, who had never been to the land of the undead. Of the group, Diego knew best how to go.

"Come this way." Diego said after discerning the direction.

"You've been here?" Bloodspear asked in surprise.

"No, in fact, in the Royal Library of Stormwind, there is a map of Lordaeron before it was destroyed." Diego disguised.

Bloodspear was a little skeptical, and to be honest, in Azeroth, the map of any city was a top secret, and it was impossible to let anyone look at it. However, he did not dwell too much on this question, and followed the group towards a small arch next to the throne.

Along the winding passage, they headed lower. But soon, the people who were groping their way in the darkness suddenly felt a light in front of them, and a circular dome-like building appeared in front of them. This hall looks much smaller than the throne hall, because it is deep underground, and the hall is very dark and cold.

However, this qiē did not attract the attention of the group, because almost all eyes were focused on a rectangular boulder in the middle of the hall.

It was a marble coffin, unpretentious in shape, and four magic candles that never went out were lit around the coffin, providing enough light for the hall.

On a stone slab raised on one side of the coffin is inscribed the life of the deceased:

"The last king of Lordaeron, Terenus? Minecil II is buried here, and his life has made countless great deeds, and his fall is a sigh!

May the father and the king rest in peace, and his reputation will not be burdened by the evil deeds of his rebellious son.

May the blood-stained crown be lost and forgotten forever. ”

After reading the epitaph, Diego took off his helmet and bowed deeply to the coffin. No amount of respect can be overstated for this wise king.

Because it was this king who summoned the Seven Kingdoms Alliance of Humans when the tide of darkness set off by the orcs swept across the Eastern Kingdom continent to prepare for the coming war. It was also with his full support that Anduin? Lothar led the Alliance forces to victory in two orc wars. And after the end of the war, he helped Varian? Prince Wryon rebuilt Stormwind. Although his slow response to the plague caused great losses to the kingdom, and although he was eventually killed by his son Arthas, who threw himself into the arms of the Lich King, he was still a benevolent and wise king. He deserves that respect.

After mourning the king, they headed for a passage behind the mausoleum that led to a deeper subterranean passage. But just then, they heard rumbling voices coming from the passageway, and then a huge body peeked out from around the corner.

"I smell fresh meat!" (To be continued.) )