For the next few days, Diego stayed in Norman's inn and did not leave the house. Truth be told, there's not much to do in this dark and gloomy city, and there's a smell of decay everywhere. But the other three people occasionally go to the Blue Moon Grocery Store for a few drinks, and by the way, take a look at Oresardo? Luka has there been any progress there.

However, every time Diego went to the restaurant to eat, he would always find some forsaken people secretly looking at him outside the door of the inn, pointing and saying something, he knew that those people should have seen the bounty of the Blue Moon grocery store, and most of them would try their luck at Lukka to see if they could get the bounty, but they were destined to be overjoyed, because the notice clearly stated: no recent clues.

Time slipped away like this, and Diego became a little irritable, for for a hunter this dark underground was boring and boring, but far from a pleasant haven, and the gazes of the forsaken around him were not always as friendly as Norman's, and there was no lack of jealousy and hatred.

But as long as these people don't come to trouble, Diego doesn't bother. Just when he thought he would have to wait a little longer, one day, a forsaken from the lower districts came to Norman's inn.

"Orezado? Lukka asks you over, and he says that your matter seems to be settled. The Forsaken respectfully said that Diego remembered him as a man at the Blue Moon Grocery Store, and that the young lad - judging by his appearance, he should not have been too old before his death - was much more clever than most of the slow-moving Forsaken.

"What?" Diego jumped up from his chair and yelled. He circled around the hall with some excitement, and then yelled into the room, "Hey, guys, good news, we need to go to the Blue Moon grocery store." ”

It's rare that a few drunkards didn't go out to have fun today. A few seconds later, Masrae was the first to burst out of the room.

"Thank goodness there's finally news, I thought I'd have to stay in this goddamn place for the rest of my life!" He said happily.

They were soon on their way. Since they were on foot - the environment of the Undercity was not suitable for riding beasts - they didn't walk very fast. This made Diego a little impatient, and he longed to put on his wings and fly to the grocery store.

"Who's bringing the news?" In order to calm his impatience, he talked to the guy who was walking in front. Use this as a distraction.

"It's an old man, he doesn't look special, he says he knows where you came from, compared to those who want to fish in troubled waters, this old man is the way. Sounds like real. ”

"Did he say he was from that place when he was alive?" Diego asked, in his mind, the one who provided the clue must be a forsaken, because he didn't think that there would be a second living human in the city of the dead besides himself.

"No, but judging by the way he dresses, he seems to be from the town of Talon or Cowling."

"Is he a civilian? Or is it a thief, a mage, or some other profession? ”

"I can't see it, but he's not armed."

They just walked and talked, but in this conversation, Diego's excitement gradually calmed down. When they came to the Blue Moon grocery store. He felt like he had regained his composure.

They saw an elderly (at least alive) Forsaken sitting on a small stool by the counter, waiting with a blank face. He looked a little different from the other Forsaken, with loose skin, deep wrinkles, and a half-bald crown of his head, all of which spoke of his old age.

When he saw Diego's face, his face showed no surprise at seeing an acquaintance, and even with the forsaken face, his expression was too cold, as if he had never seen this human.

Diego's heart sank suddenly.

"Hey. Diego, you're finally here, would you like a drink first? "Seeing them coming, Oresardo? Lukka stepped out from behind the counter. Greeted warmly.

"No, let's get down to business," Diego said politely, gesturing at the old Forsaken man who was still expressionless, "Are you sure you're not mistaken?" I don't think he knows me at all. ”

"That's what I thought at first, and I almost sent him away. But after he answered a few questions, I changed my mind," Lukka said, waving to the Forsaken, "Hey, Yunes? Birch, come over here. ”

The old man looked at him a little blankly, and walked over slowly. It's almost the most dead man Diego has ever seen, and you can barely see much life in him.

"Sue them, you know something." Lukka pointed at Diego and said.

"Your name is Diego? Aznar, from Talonshire, was once Joseph? Captain Redpass's militia. Birch said to Diego with some indifference.

"That's it?" Diego said in disbelief, this is too crude, isn't it? Could you please make up a story and make it a little more decent?

"That's all." Birch confirmed, as if he hadn't noticed the sarcasm on Diego's face.

Well, I'm not angry, I'm not angry at all. Diego took a deep breath.

"Do you have any proof?" He suppressed the anger in his heart and said in as calm a tone as possible.

"You have an L-shaped scar on your back, which was scratched by the Crypt Spider during the battle to support the town of Kaurin, Paladin Davey? Lefal himself healed your injuries. Birch's tone was flat, as if he were merely paraphrasing someone else's words.

Diego froze for a moment, there were so many scars on his body that he didn't even notice if he had this L-shaped scar on his back. After a few seconds, he began to undo his battle robe, then the leather armor, and finally the Mithril Scale Armor that he had treasured beyond his life, and the shirt underneath, revealing his muscular upper body.

"Masrae, help me see if there's the scar on my back." He said eagerly.

"Haha, Diego, you don't ...... this kind of lie," Masrae couldn't help but scoff, but the next moment, his laughter choked at once.

"What's wrong?" Diego twisted his head with some effort, looking at his friends. He saw three men staring at his back in amazement, with grim expressions.

"He's telling the truth, Diego. You really have such a scar on your back. Masrae swallowed hard and muttered, reaching out and touching the scar. It's as if it's still hard to believe it's real.

"So, can you be a little more detailed?" Diego picked up his armor from the ground and put them on again. After making sure that the old man was not lying, his tone suddenly became much more respectful.

"I'm afraid not, this is my brother suing me. He didn't sue me much. "He had lived in Talon for a time, but then returned to Lordaeron before it fell, but he did not escape the catastrophe in the end. The old man said with some sadness, and some different expressions finally appeared on his stiff face.

"Who is your brother?"

"Ronald? Birch, who once owned a butcher's shop in County Talung. ”

Diego searched his mind, but found no information about the man.

"Why didn't Mr. Ronald come? Is he still alive? Sorry, I mean, to live like a forsaken......" he said in a somewhat incoherent voice.

"He's alive, just like me. However, he lost both legs when the Prince of Arthas destroyed Lordaeron, and he was left to lie in bed until he found a suitable new leg. ”

"I'm sorry, that's really unfortunate," Diego quickly apologized, completely unaware of what the word "new leg" meant, "Can I visit Mr. Ronald?" He cautiously probed.

"Of course, after getting my pay, of course."

Diego watched almost impatiently as Luca paid Yunes? Birch for a hundred gold coins, and then followed the old man out of the grocery store.

They were led by the old man to the outskirts of the city. On the way, Diego couldn't help but ask:

"Where do you live?"

"In the sewers, we can't afford to live in a house on the upper floor, and a house in the lower floor is too expensive for us." The old man said indifferently. For the rest of the day, he kept his mouth shut and stopped talking.

The group fell silent. They crossed a bridge over a canal and walked east for about half an hour, finally stopping at the mouth of a sewer that was sloping downward.

"Inside." The old man paused and said. "I hope you don't mind the environment."

With that, he turned and got in.

In fact, Diego and they really minded because the environment here is simply terrible. Even the Forsaken rarely go into this sewer. It was always full of sewage and silt, and the water was full of suspicious objects, debris of all kinds, dead rats, and the limbs of decaying humanoids.

The sewer is not narrow, even for Dezko's size. Diego tentatively stretched out his foot and walked inside, but soon he found that the sewage was up to his ankles, and the slippery sewage poured through his trousers and socks into the cuffs of his boots, which he was sure must contain the residue of drugs discarded by the pharmacists, for he soon felt a biting itch to his bones.

What was even more unbearable was that the air in this sewer was almost stagnant, without the slightest flow, and the pungent stench made their eyes red, and it was almost impossible to breathe.

"Well, take this, stuff it in your nostrils, you'll feel better." At that moment, Masrae handed over several white dried fruits full of holes, the size of a sour date, just enough to plug the nostrils.

"Hey, man, you should have taken it out a long time ago, I'm fed up with the smell here." Blood Spear couldn't help but grumble.

"I'm sorry, I just remembered." Masrae scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Alright, well, for the sake of this good thing, I forgive you." The blood spear urn said angrily. After stuffing the fruit into his nostrils, he felt much better.

Several people were already surprised by the druids' endless magical methods, and in fact, before they disembarked from the goblin airship, Masrae gave each of them two red berries, saying that they could prevent natural plagues.

As he was talking, Diego, who was walking in the front, suddenly "pouted".

"What's wrong?" Dezko asked.

"The old man, Yunes? Birch, where did you go? ”

"Hell!" The orc cursed angrily, but in the next moment, his voice suddenly rose to the poignant Cheng Dù, "Be careful, enemy attack!" (To be continued.) )