In the end, several people did not sleep in the coffin, but took out the straw mats and sheets, and spent the night on the coffin lid. To be honest, even the most fearless blood spears are a little uncomfortable with sleeping in it, and the area of the psychological shadow is larger than that of Lorenmere Lake!

The night in the Undercity is as quiet as its name suggests - the day and night here are judged by the brightness of the orb of the soul at the top of the massive psychic tower. Although it is dark at all times and is completely lit by lights, as soon as night falls, the streets are so clean that not even a ghost can be seen.

In the deathly silence, the group slept soundly, but they were not unsuspecting, the minotaur shaman had set up a scorching totem under the bed, and the hunter had placed several traps behind the door.

The next morning, they woke up to the innkeeper's knock on the door. When the group arrived at the dining room after washing, they were surprised to find that the steaming food had filled the table, and to be honest, even the service of the gold-encrusted roses could not have been more attentive than here.

After a full meal, Masrae was a little puzzled but cautious and chatted with the boss, the Forsaken's service was so attentive that it completely aroused his curiosity.

"How did you come up with the idea of opening a hotel? As far as I know, most of the Forsaken can sleep anywhere, and they never mind sleeping in a room or simply on the road. ”

The terrifying-looking Forsaken laughed even more intimidatingly. He lowered his head and thought back for a moment.

"Mr. Night Elf, I don't know when I woke up, but after being freed from the Lich King's control, I also want to aspire to revenge the Scourge Legion, but not everyone who has been forsaken can go to the front to kill the enemy. For example, I only ran a hotel when I was alive, and to be honest, I was much better at using a kitchen knife than at using a sword. In the beginning, I felt like I was a little worthless. As you said, will the Forsaken come to stay in the hotel? He said with some gloom.

"And then?" Masrae asked curiously. Not only him, but several others also came over and listened with their ears pricked up. They were fascinated by the Forgotten Civilian Experience.

"Until Undercity joins the Horde. I've just reopened the hotel, and the orcs from Orgrimmar must have a place to stay, right? Although my hotel is small and run-down, and although these orc travelers are a little grumpy, you have to admit that this is the only place where they can be entertained! He said with some satisfaction.

A few people sighed. No matter what name the war is waged. Civilians are always victims of war, and the inhabitants of the kingdom of Lordaeron have become undead and then forgotten after the plague of natural disasters, but for them, life has to go on, and not everyone has the courage to die again after waking up, in pursuit of eternal sleep.

Although these forsaken are already the living dead, their memories and skills are largely preserved in their lives - of course, most of those who cannot retain their memories and skills have become unconscious ghouls or simply cannot wake up - they live as if they were alive. Looking for the meaning of continuing to exist for yourself.

Diego is the one in front of them, this innkeeper shows his concern and courtesy to the travelers, that kind of sincerity makes people feel that it is not a fake, he is the keeper of his own animal pen, Anya? Mallay, a female forgotten person, cares even more than herself, and the latter takes care of him with the same care. Though their blood had stopped flowing, though their skin had corroded and festered. But they are not as dehumanized as one might think. They still know love, they still know how to be friendly and help each other, maybe that's the only way. Only this unnaturally born, cursed race can survive the hostility of the whole world.

"Don't you hate us living people?" Blood Spear asked a little recklessly. Diego didn't even have time to stop it.

Norman didn't look angry, and Diego guessed it wasn't the first time he had been questioned like this. He replied with a "smile": "I know a friend who told me that it is because we have experienced death that we understand the preciousness of life better!" ”

This answer made several people awe-inspired. They chatted more deeply. With the familiarity with each other. Diego discovers that the Forsaken neither hates the living nor curses the Light. He looked at all living people with a very peaceful gaze, of course, with one exception, which was the natural scourge, and the flames of hatred for the natural calamity could almost burn his eyes.

"If you have a chance to go to the Plaguelands, go and kick those Scourges in the ass!" "That's what I say to every guest who stays with me, and I'm going to keep saying it." ”

"We will!" Diago replied in a solemn manner.

"Yes, even the orcs do not have the slightest affection for the Scourge Legion, and for the orcs, the peace of the ancestral souls should not be disturbed in the slightest, it is a blasphemy against the Heroic Spirits and an insult to their descendants." Blood Spear said angrily. Under Thrall's vigorous indoctrination, shamanism's respect and worship for ancestors has been deeply rooted in the hearts of every orc.

"Mother Earth mercifully created each of her children, and for her, each of these children should be free~ and should not be enslaved, and the Scourge Legion will surely be destroyed for the desecration of life." Dezko agreed, "It seems to me that your yearning for freedom and revenge against the Scourge will surely be supported by Mother Earth!" ”

"Yes, freedom, that's the difference between us and the Scourge Legion! Ladies and gentlemen, like you, we are very happy to see the destruction of the Scourge Corps. We forsaken are only those who have been forgotten or abandoned by our once beloved families and our allies who once fought side by side, and we are not evil, gentlemen. Norman said very sincerely, and with some emotion, "though many of us are jealous of life and have deepened this jealousy into hatred, I beg that we should not be judged by these individual actions, but by our deeds, by what your eyes see." ”

"That's so right, I even have the feeling that you're like a philosopher who has completely reversed my view of the Forsaken, and that our trip has not been in vain just by saying this." Masrae nodded incessantly. In fact, the innkeeper's well-organized conversation was not for nothing, as evidenced by the shelves full of books that could be found everywhere in the inn.

Speaking of "coming for nothing", Diego suddenly remembered the purpose of their trip, and several people said that they were rising, completely unaware that half of the morning had passed like this.

"Guys, we've got to go, there's still a lot of work to do." He said a little anxiously.

"Where are we going?" Masrae asked a little confused before he could get back to his senses.

"Well, this ......" Diego was also stunned, he hadn't thought about how to inquire about his background, he couldn't see a person on the street, and he stopped and asked, "Have you seen me", then he had to be taken for a fool.

"Gentlemen, is there anything you can help with?" At that moment, the innkeeper asked, "Sue me, maybe I can help you." (To be continued.) )