Sometimes there is a difference between day and night, and there are pros and cons to things. There is a bad side to a thing, there is a good side, war will bring death and destruction, in the war will be countless families are broken, countless people are displaced, this is its bad side. At the same time, the emergence of war also benefits some people and makes certain places prosperous.

For example, Night Town in the Twilight Forest, before the war with the orcs, it was an ordinary town, and with the outbreak of war, Night Town has an incomparable advantage. This town in the eastern part of the Twilight Forest is stuck at the entrance and exit of the Dark Swamp, and it follows the path that winds through the mountains in the easternmost part of the town, and when the path ends, the Dark Swamp is in sight.

Although there is not only one way from the kingdom to the Dark Swamp, it is the quickest and most convenient. If not counting the passing by from Karazhan.

It is obviously impossible for the kingdom's army to pass through Ainan's territory, and Rhine regards the orcs as pawns that Ainan has pushed out to compete with him, and how can the army that has been on the front line to deal with the orcs pass through Ainan's territory.

If other nobles Rhine still dared to do that, in other words, Ainan would never have the guts, then he dared to enter Stormwind City with an army and persecute the lord of the royal family outside the palace, what could he not do? If something goes wrong with the army and munitions passing through Karazhan and leads to the defeat of the front, Rhine has no place to cry.

What the?

You say the Council of Nobles?

You thought that the group of nobles in the council was a good thing, and a king who had lost a battle was nothing more delicious to them. Rhine dared to guarantee that once the royal army's army was defeated, the Council of Nobles would never let go of this opportunity, and they would divide the power of the royal family with more enthusiasm than Ainan and turn the Urion family into puppets.

The army is going to pass through Nighttown, and military supplies will be transferred here, and the people in Nighttown can't think about it. If there are more people, there will be more consumption, all kinds of eating, drinking, and all kinds of fun, which are all markets. Coupled with the soldiers who retired from the front line to recuperate, the flow of people in Nighttown was a little smaller than that of Stormwind City, but in just one or two years, this city has become the most prosperous place in the Twilight Forest.

Of course, the prosperity brought by the war with the orcs is not just enjoyed by Nighttown, and there is another place that has also been stained with light. However, its prosperity was not a good thing in the hearts of the soldiers of the kingdom.

Raven Ridge, a place famous for its tombs, is, to put it bluntly, a large necropolis. Just imagine, doesn't the prosperity of a necropolis mean that there are many dead people, and as a soldier of the kingdom who participated in the war, who wants to prosper here?

Nobody wants to die, soldiers are human too, and of course they don't want to.

It's just that many things don't depend on people's will, and Raven Ridge, a place that makes the soldiers of the kingdom feel unlucky, is so capricious, and every time it fights with orcs, it will usher in a period of prosperity.

The graves scattered all over the mountains brought a flourishing tomb culture, and many people who made a living from it even settled here to specialize in the business of the dead. In order to make money, these people dig out all kinds of so-called customs to make what is supposed to be a simple funeral as complicated as it is, and they will never stop unless they take enough money out of your pocket anyway.

As a result, many professions were born, and grave keepers were one of them.

When it comes to grave keepers, people often think of such a scene: in the eerie cemetery, a rickety figure carrying a dim oil lamp, shuttling back and forth between graves. The cold wind blew the pale hair of the figure, and in the dim light was a wrinkled face, the sunken eye sockets, the towering cheekbones, the mouth that could not be closed to the wind, and the faintly mutilated big yellow teeth in the mouth, the picture made it impossible to look at directly.

However, that is only people's imagination, and in reality the grave keepers are not all old men. In many places, grave keepers are not only not old, but are stronger than ordinary people, after all, people who dare to live next to cemeteries and be accompanied by mountains of graves are either desperate or bold.

The grave keeper of Crow Ridge looked to be the former, he was thin and weak, like a bamboo pole, as if he was about to fall when the wind blew. When he walked, his body swayed slightly from side to side, making people worry that he would fall at any time. However, those who knew him well, or the soldiers of the Kingdom who had been to Raven Ridge a few times, would not worry about him, because they had never seen a grave keeper fall.

This guy obviously looks like he will fart at any time in his last years, how can he walk in a mass graveyard more steadily and faster than a sturdy young man?

Many people have such doubts in their hearts, but everyone can't pull their faces, can they say that they are not as good as a thin old man who is about to die.

Today, another group of guests came to Crow Ridge, which was the logistics unit responsible for sending the fallen Kingdom soldiers to Crow Ridge for burial. Everything looks no different than before, and if anything, there are two more fresh faces in the logistics troops.

Marcus jumped out of the car, rubbed his aching buttocks, couldn't help kicking the wheel, and muttered scolding: "What a bird breaks the car, it's almost breaking the uncle's bones all the way down." Those grandsons in the logistics department really don't do anything, even if it's for the dead, they can't make it look like this. ”

Since ancient times, there has been an irreconcilable contradiction between the officer who rushed to the front and the quartermaster who was in charge of logistics, who let the former fight for his life in the front, and the latter sat in the safety of the rear, listening to small songs, drinking afternoon tea, and a beautiful girl.

Reginald, who got out of the other car, greeted Marcus: "Okay, don't read it, you don't dare to tell the adults." ”

Marcus sneered: "I don't have any dissatisfaction, Lao Wen, if you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute." ”

Marcus's words are obviously wrong, in the past few years, he has been rushing to the front line, every day he is either cutting orcs or on the way to cutting orcs, and the orcs whose heads are cut off by him add up to three or five hundred. The number of enemies killed is rising, and the combat exploits are also accumulating, seeing that he is about to accumulate merit and be promoted to the ranks of generals, but suddenly he is told that he must get out of the front line, how can Marcus be willing.

Accustomed to the days of fighting every day, accustomed to the environment of being ready to fight at any time, Marcus was exhausted and irritable when he arrived at the rear of peace. In fact, it's not just him, Reginald is the same, but the latter can restrain it well and not let it show it.

"Since my lord let us get out of the front line as quickly as possible, there must be a reason, you and I can wait for a few days with peace of mind."