Just as Sylvanas announced the formation of the Forsaken, an undercurrent was surging in Lordaeron.

A dumb-headed abomination humbly asks a one-armed walking corpse for advice, "Uncle Maddie, what is freedom?" ”

The one-armed walking corpse squinted into the distance and said slowly: "Freedom, freedom is that you want to go out of the city without hindrance, freedom is that you can lie on the ground and look up at the sky all day long, freedom is that you can exchange the 'parts' you want with anyone, freedom is a sacred word, Parker, remember, only when you are truly free, can you understand the meaning of freedom." ”

The abomination named Parker snorted twice, although he still didn't quite understand what Uncle Maddie meant, but going out of town, sleeping, and exchanging were all things he had longed for for a long time.

"Roar, I want to be free."

In the west of the city, in a half-collapsed house.

"Have you heard?"

"What did you hear?"

"It's the one that went viral in the city lately."

"Are you saying to take up arms and drive the Dreadlord away, leaving Lordaeron in our own hands?"

"Well, yes, what do you think about this?"

"It's impossible, the Dreadlord is a strong man who can beat the Death Knight away, how can we resist?"

"Do you know that Lady Sylvanas, the Banshee King, who rebelled? I heard that she recently recovered her body and weapons, and her strength has not increased by a minute and a half. ”

"Could she be the second Dreadlord again? From the Lich King to the Dreadlord, I don't trust anyone anymore, they're all demons who control us to reach their evil goals. ”

"That's right, Sylvanas was once the Banshee King, her ferocity and ruthlessness are obvious to all, and I don't believe she can bring us peace and freedom."

"Hey, the future is unpredictable, I really hope that the undead can establish a kingdom of their own."

In the east of the city, in a school field.

Bang!

An ice arrow accurately hit the bright red bullseye thirty meters away, and the skeleton mage shook the staff in his hand, and eager sparks erupted from the eyes of the two hollow skeletons.

"I don't know when Lady Sylvanas will come, I've had enough of those whispers in my ears all the time, damn the Lich King, damn the Dreadlord, none of them are good."

"Tracy, don't worry, it's always coming, we just have to wait." A skeletal warrior armed with a sword and shield said.

"Andrew, you don't understand, you don't know the helplessness of your parents and brothers when they become brainless walking corpses in front of your eyes, you don't understand the fear of being a flower girl yesterday and becoming a terrifying skeleton today, you don't understand the heart-wrenching torture that you want revenge but can't resist, you ancient skeleton crawling out of the ground, you don't understand anything." Tracy said resentfully.

Andrew lowered his head, but his heart calmed down little by little, and his bones trembled and gurgled, and finally, he raised his head and said firmly: "No, I understand what you said, but waiting is essential, Tracy, I swear, I will definitely help you get revenge." ”

……

Just as the rumors spread through every corner of Lordaeron, in a large hall deep in the palace, three Dreaddemon kings with two horns on their heads and wings on their backs were also whispering.

"De Sarlock, I feel a commotion in the brains of the undead, do we need to kill these abominable putschists?" Banazal said.

Desarok reprimanded: "How can such a compulsion become a great thing, just by relying on them, some ridiculously low-level undead, can they resist the control of the noble Nasrezm?" ”

"You're right, Nasrezm, who is as noble as you and me, is indeed not something that the undead can fight against." Banazar said with a sudden realization.

"Besides, don't you see what Sylvanas is leading? Fishmen with low combat power, gnolls infected with the plague, and walking corpses turned into civilians...... They're just a ragtag army, and I don't think they'll be able to breach the gates of Lordaeron. De Sarlock said.

Banazar smiled: "That's right, these remnants of the weak army can't even break through the first line of defense. ”

"Haha!" De Sarlock laughed, "That's right, my brother, you finally get it. ”

Listening to the high-minded talk of De Sarlock and Banazal, Varimatas turned his head in disgust, power is really a rotten thing, it can corrode the ambition and sharp mind of all people, and the once "wise" de Sarlock is now deeply trapped in the game of power and cannot extricate himself.

Seeing the small movements of Varimasas, Desarok said unhappily: "Varimasas, why don't you have faith in us? ”

Banazar also said sharply: "Hmph, Varimasas, put away those ridiculous conspiracies in your heart, now that we are strong, we can crush any attack with absolute strength." ”

Varimathas's heart became even more disgusted, but he skillfully hid the disgust on his face, and instead showed a humble smile, and said, "You are right, Sylvanas will definitely be defeated this time. ”

Desarok slapped Varimasas on the shoulder and smiled, "I'm glad you think so, my brother, Varimasas. ”

Banazal pursed his lips and didn't say anything, he was now more and more tired of this former brother who was "competing for favor" with him.

……

Outside Brill there was a flat avenue leading to Lordaeron, and tonight the avenue that had been silent for a year had its glory again - a procession of thousands of people was walking on it in an orderly manner.

Sylvanas walked side by side with Faraniel and Putress in the middle of the line, followed by me and the banshees like Sharindra and Nicola, surrounded by an endless sea of walking corpses, with no fish-men and gnolls in front of them, no skeletons and no abomination in the back.

"Lady Sylvanas, Alerric? Hawkskin's operation was successful, and now that your reputation has spread throughout Lordaeron, the undead in the city will respond with a general attack, and Lordaeron will be at your fingertips. Putres smiled.

Sylvanas frowned slightly and said, "Don't be careless, the undead won't be out of their control until they really fight the Dreadlord. ”

"Huh? So, the gates of Lordaeron are the first cushions that block us? Faraniel asked.

Sylvanas said, "Yes, the gates will be heavily defended, but if we break through them, we can drive straight into the Dreadlord's lair." ”

"When the time comes, hum!"