Honestly, crossing over to Azeroth as a filthy and stinking walking corpse, I never wanted to give to others or save the world, I just wanted to live in this world full of malice towards the undead, and live well with the people I love and love me.

The qualities of saints such as being anxious for justice and righteousness, helping the weak and benevolent, and loving the people and things have nothing to do with me at all, but I deeply understand a truth, to be a human being, we must have the minimum bottom line and dignity, and we must know how to revere life.

Instead of wantonly sending loyal allies to hell for the sake of selfish desires, nor sending innocent living people to the alchemy platform for the sake of revenge alone, using their pain and despair to research powerful lethal drugs and potions.

To do so is undoubtedly to trample on life and to trample on one's own dignity.

What kind of man is this? Naked, with necrotic flesh hanging from the white bones on his arms, he was not an undead, but a living person who could breathe air freely.

The heart was beating in the air, the muscles and blood vessels were clearly visible, there was not a single intact piece of skin on the body, the right eye was gouged out and fell on the cheek, and the left eye was clearly highlighted by the pain.

He screamed, he cursed, his mouth whined with an inaudible roar, but I could feel that the man was awake, that he had not lost the feeling of being a living person, that all the torture in his body was transmitted to his brain through his nerves.

"Is this what you call the 'Three Chapters of the Covenant'? How? Dare to do it or not? I looked at Putress with all the rage in my eyes that seemed to burn him.

Putress was also very angry at this time, obviously the queen had a clear agreement not to allow me to step into the alchemy room, but when he ventured to bring me into the alchemy room, there was such a big accident, and the experimental living bodies were about to run outside the alchemy room, and he couldn't help but shudder, Putress shuddered, he didn't dare to imagine what kind of anger Her Majesty would burst out after knowing this.

And more importantly, Putress didn't know how to stop me in a rage, as Sylvanas's closest forsaken and with an infinite future, I couldn't beat or scold, it was a real headache for Putress.

After confronting me for less than three seconds, Putres got out of the way, and he also let it go, since the matter has been revealed, and he can't hide it, so I just have enough trouble.

The most important thing now is to bring Sylvanas here.

I crossed Putress and ran briskly towards the man, and while I couldn't save him, I could end his pain.

With a clatter, I wrenched his neck, and I seemed to see a hint of relief and gratitude in his fading eyes.

I couldn't look him in the eye, but I waited for him to be completely dead before I took my eyes off him, and my chest was so uncomfortable that it looked like a tumor was stuck there.

Gently lowering the dead man to the ground, I walked towards the exit a few meters away from me, which was the forbidden area of humanity, the source of evil, and I, I vowed to break it all.

"Kill me, please, please!"

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"You will not die well, the Light will surely purify you!"

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"Uh......h Ah......h

The pleas for mercy and pain continued, and there were some indistinct screams.

At last, I came to the top of a staircase, and below the staircase was a huge and splendid hall, with magic lamps and bottles and jars of all colors, glowing and dull, piled up almost all the shelves in the hall.

A faint smell of medicine filled the room, and the entire hall exuded a strong smell of knowledge.

Apart from...... A dozen tortured unformed living people, really, everything here is very satisfying and reverent.

But these dozen or so poor people who fled in all directions have completely destroyed all the good things here, but I don't blame them, but because of them I see the ugliness, the extreme ugliness, hidden beneath the good.

I've never thought of being inferior as an undead, but right now, I'm ashamed to be in the company of these filthy and ugly undead.

I can tolerate torturing the enemy by all means to obtain information, I can tolerate waging a war that could have been avoided for profit, and I can even tolerate cutting the enemy to the root in order to prevent future troubles.

However, I will not tolerate the brutal live experiments on civilians and captives for the sake of some powerful poison and disease.

When I was alive, I hated this kind of behavior, and I longed to cut down the scum who experimented with chemical weapons with my comrades.

After I died, I came back to life, and as a walking corpse, I could really feel the pain of endless darkness and torment, so I hated it even more.

The anger was irrepressible, and I didn't even look at Faranire, who was dodging his eyes, and ran down the hall alone.

Again, I can't save these poor people, but I can end their suffering.

Poof!

A sword pierced the heart of the woman with her chest wide open, and under her grateful gaze, I continued to run towards my next target.

The sword is a wooden sword that I use for training, but it is now an angel for all "test subjects".

When several of the "test subjects" saw me pierce a woman's heart with a wooden sword, they screamed and ran for me, and soon all the "test subjects" were running towards me.

From their eyes, I know that they are not coming to me for revenge, nor do they want to kill me to vent their hatred, but for liberation, for death.

"Damn the Royal Apothecaries' Guild, even depriving them of their freedom to die?"

Watching the alchemists and guards like calves, for fear that they would die due to intentional or unintentional self-harm, the fire in my heart grew even bigger.

There was even an elderly man whose scalp had lost half of his scalp and was pinned to the ground by the combined efforts of two guards as he ran towards me, which was a clever way to prevent the elderly man from dying with too much force, and to keep him struggling for a while.

"Hmph, since you care so much about the life and death of these living people, then I will let your plans be frustrated."

I kicked away an alchemist who was injecting potions into an elderly man with a low-quality needle, and pierced the elderly man's heart with a sword.

His heart stopped, and the old man finally died, but there was a smile on his lips, as if he was rejoicing and cheering at his death.

"Lord Sunwind, please stop, these are all test samples that we have found with great difficulty, please don't kill them again."

Faranire's pleading voice sounded behind me, but I felt so harsh and heart-wrenching, what happened to these Royal Apothecaries, how could they recklessly and blatantly pronounce the word "test subject".

Do they know that they were also alive and are now living dead?

How can you treat your own kind with such indifference?