We are neither the living nor the dead, and we will be forgotten by the living and the dead. We return to the world we once said goodbye to, but we can never return to the days when we lived, and we can never return to those we once loved. We are a curse and therefore we forget the past and are forgotten by the past.

- Sylvanas? Windranger

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Gentle Musha hangs high in the night sky, looking up from the high Thunder Bluff, and this bright full moon looks exceptionally bright. Minotaurs are usually mostly active during the day, and although some activities take place day and night, Thunder Bluff is generally quiet at midnight. The smoke from several bonfires curled up and was sent into the starry sky by the night wind. The minotaurs were asleep in their tents, with occasional heavy snoring coming from inside.

While most minotaurs are very cohesive - oh, except, of course, the Terror Totem, who doesn't get along with almost anyone - Minotaurs of every profession prefer to live in groups with like-minded people. Shamans who serve the souls of the ancestors reside in the Soul Heights, while the Druids mostly live in the Elder Heights, and as for the hunters, just by looking at the name, yes, they live in the Hunter Heights. Most of the warriors lived on top of the main peak, guarding their chieftains and civilians.

It's not that these professions are hostile to each other, but it depends on their influence on each other, the shamans' elemental spells and the druids' natural spells can easily cause resonance and cause uncontrollable accidents, while hunters need a quiet place to train their pets and improve their traps, and as for the warriors who inhabit the main peak, it is their natural mission.

In the deep darkness of the night, two figures, who looked thinner than any adult minotaur, were walking slowly on the rope bridge between the main peak and the soul heights. The old wooden bridges creaked beneath their feet, but they also rattled when it was windy, so they weren't afraid of being exposed.

They walked across the rope bridge and stepped on the high ground of the soul. There was a faint sound of footsteps in the night, but it was barely discernible compared to the heavy footsteps of the minotaur. They came to the southernmost part of the highlands, where a narrow mountain path coiled down the mountain wall. It leads to the middle of this steep rock column.

They walked very slowly, because the night gave them the best protection, but at the same time they couldn't see the trail beneath their feet. They were almost groping their way against the rock wall. But after about a quarter of an hour, they finally reached their destination. It was a cave carved out of a cliff, perhaps natural. There was no sentry at the entrance of the cave. The Forsaken who are here don't seem to care about this, because these undead who have died once always take life and death very indifferently, whether it is their own or someone else's.

"Wait a minute, I'll take a look!" In the darkness, Diego's voice rang out. He slowly expanded his senses to detect any stealthy enemies around him, as there were no few thieves among the Forsaken, and these undead were almost born with an unrivaled affinity for darkness.

Diego was not surprised to see the existence of these forsaken people in Thunder Bluff, because according to the memories of his previous life. It's time for these free~free undead to join the horde.

Twenty-one years after the opening of the Dark Gate, many great events have taken place. This was the second year of victory in the Third Great War in which the Alliance and the Horde had fought together against the invasion of the Legion, and the warriors of Azeroth returned to their homeland to recuperate; In this year, Thrall founded the orc kingdom of Durotar, as well as the magnificent city of Orgrimmar, along with Gianna? Prodmore also established an alliance with the seaport city of Theramore; In this year, Arthas, the fallen Prince of Lordaeron, shattered the Ice Throne and became one with the soul of the Lich King Neozu. He became the new Lich King and fell into a deep sleep.

But compared to these major events that dazzled the people of Azeroth, a small event that seemed not so noticeable took place quietly - a new power had quietly risen in the north of the Eastern Kingdom continent.

When the Lich King fell into a deep slumber, his grip on his vast army inevitably waned. And a small army of undead took the opportunity to break free from their master's iron-blooded rule. Although this self~ reason seemed like a blessing at first, it was not long before these undead who had been human beings in their previous lives were tormented by the memories of their time as minions of the Scourge Legion, which was an indescribable fear. The undead who did not fall into madness discovered the fact that the people of all Azeroth wanted to destroy them.

In their darkest hour, Sylvanas, the former ranger general of the elven kingdom of Quel'Thalas? The Windrangers gather together the fleeing undead. Sylvanas was defeated when her kingdom was attacked. and was transformed into a banshee by Arthas into a powerful Scourge legion, and this time, she also escaped from the Lich King and regained her freedom.

Under the leadership of their new queen, this independent army of undead, known as the Forsaken, has established the Undercity beneath the ruins of the capital of the Kingdom of Lordaeron. Some of the Forsaken fear Sylvanas, others cherish the safety she gives, and the rest find their cursed bodies through the Banshee King's strong desire to destroy the Lich King.

Despite their lack of contact with the Forsaken and the Scourge Legion, they are threatened by humans who are dedicated to the eradication of undead creatures. As a way to achieve her own ends and protect her embryonic country, she travels to Kalimdor to lobby the tribal chiefs, and eventually, the tribal Grand Chief Thrall and the Minotaur Chief Kane? Bloodhoof agrees that the Forsaken in the Eastern Kingdom can effectively temper the alliance and facilitate the Horde. Lady Sylvanas's wisdom and strong diplomacy have made the Forsaken a part of the Horde and a powerful force for the Horde in the Eastern Kingdoms. As a result, many of the Forsaken have been sent to orc and minotaur territory to strengthen cooperation with each other, but to be honest, most of the Forsaken are not that interested in their new allies.

"Hey, Diego, if you want me to say that you don't need to go through such a hassle at all, let me go up and shoot it all and I'll be done." Behind Diego, a young man said impatiently, "Is that Masrae?" Bearskin, he had to arrive at Thunder Bluff three days later than Diego, but he was just in time for this night scout.

"Shut up, Masrae!" Diego said unceremoniously, he was a little unwilling to retract his perception, to be honest, the hunter's ability to detect stealth is not so reliable, many times it depends on luck, if the thieves are experienced enough, they generally can't detect it, so most hunters prefer to throw a light when they suspect that there may be thieves, but they obviously can't do it today.

"Let's go in!" He put a lizardskin cloak over his body and felt through the shadow of the cliff into the cave. (To be continued.) )