Soon, I learned why Sylvanas said not to let me be scared and surprised.

As I got closer and closer to the silhouette of the horizon, I finally saw the first undead other than Sylvanas, a female walking corpse without arms, her long, dry and withered hair coiled around her head like a chicken nest, her rotten cheeks no longer showing her appearance, only blackened lips and purple-black skin, her eyes were extremely dull, and the bridge of her nose was gnawed off by something, revealing a hole with a thick black flow.

Without her arms, she walked unsteadily, and could fall at any moment, but judging by her mud and blood-stained robes, she must have fallen countless times.

I approached the fellow and greeted her, "Hi, nice to meet you." ”

However, all I could do was give me a few low growls, and then she staggered away from me.

"Don't waste words, she's just a monster without any thoughts." Sylvanas walked up to me and said.

I didn't ask Sylvanas why, because when she and I were at the wrong place, I saw the shattered back of her skull and blackened brain and blood all over her back, a brainless walking corpse.

Looking at her back, I can't help but fantasize about what she looked like before she died, judging from her clothes and figure, I guess she must be a delicate eldest lady, maybe I haven't seen anything bad in my life, but, after she died, after becoming a low-level walking corpse, she was just a brainless zombie.

A sorrow rose over me.

After that, I never greeted any of the walking corpses, and even though some of them didn't seem stupid, the blankness in their eyes didn't interest me at all.

The outline of the horizon gradually became clear, and a majestic royal city was gradually unfolding in my eyes, with tall walls, strong battlements, and broken gates, standing on a hill like a monster that chooses to devour people.

As I got closer, all sorts of strange and ghostly creatures appeared in my eyes, including low-level walking corpses like me, high-level terrifying ghouls, warriors and mages who were completely skeletons, and even under a tree I saw a huge abomination made of various "parts......

All of a sudden, I felt as if I had entered the realm of the undead, and I could see the traces of the undead in all directions.

Finally, Sylvanas and I arrived at the gates of Lordaeron.

Standing here, I can't help but feel like I've entered a fantasy world, with huge arches, thick walls, undead soldiers in procession, and a pungent smell of corpses......

"Hey, follow me, what do you want?"

Sylvanas pulled me out of the fantasy, I shook my head and smiled self-deprecatingly, crossing is enough fantasy, a city is really trivial.

I followed Sylvanas's footsteps as she slowly walked into the city.

As I passed by the skeletal guards at the gates, I looked at them and found that they had no special interest or hostility towards me and Sylvanas, but just sniffed twice at random and let us go.

My guess is that these guards must only guard against the living, and they don't care about the dead and the undead, even Sylvanas, who is about to become queen.

When I stepped out of the arch, my eyes suddenly changed, full of ruined ruins, collapsed houses, filthy streets, and statues with missing corners...... Everything exudes a sense of decay and shame.

Once upon a time, it was a thriving, flower-filled metropolis with beautiful gardens, crisp fountains, happy inhabitants, powerful guards, noble nobles, and generous and benevolent kings......

But now, all of this has disappeared overnight.

Lordaeron is broken.

Following Sylvanas, from the outer city to the inner city, through the decaying streets, through the dirt of death, on the way we saw countless glazed eyes of the undead, and gradually, we came to a secluded courtyard.

The land here was not dead, and occasionally a little green and red could be seen, but Sylvanas, who loved all good things in her life, seemed to care no about it, and trampled the little grass and flowers on the ground at will, until she passed through the courtyard and entered the house.

According to Sylvanas, this is the residence given to her by the Death Knight Arthas, and it is said that it used to be the residence of a prince and minister, but now it belongs to her.

This is a typical Western-style villa, and the first thing that catches your eye when you enter the door is a huge fireplace on the opposite wall, and around the fireplace, vivid and agile patterns are depicted, which looks noble and elegant.

On the walls around the hall are several ancient oil paintings, which set off the high taste of the original owner. There are also shiny and shiny furniture in the hall, which is also very exquisite.

I walked into the house, stepping on the creaking wooden floor, and couldn't help but look around, as if I wanted to embed everything in my head.

Then, I found a staircase leading to the second floor, I don't know if it was because of the lighting or the psychological effect, I always felt that the second floor of the black hole hole was a little eerie.

"Hee-hee, what's upstairs?" I asked.

Sylvanas poured herself a glass of red wine, and instead of answering my question directly, she took her glass and asked, "Do you need a glass of wine?" ”

I shook my head, I think it's better for me not to drink now, wouldn't it be a waste if I can't digest it, "No, I don't think my stomach needs alcohol." ”

Sylvanas shook her head and smiled, and said, "Some of my sisters live upstairs, and of course, I live upstairs too. ”

Sisters? Is it the banshee that Arthas turned into a High Elf? I was intrigued and said, "Can you call them down?" I want to get to know them. ”

"Okay, I'll call them!" Sylvanas walked upstairs with her glass in hand.

After a while, Sylvanas returned to the first floor, and behind her were five ghosts floating in mid-air, their bodies white and clear, their hair as soft as snow, and their flawless faces with a pair of big white eyes, but in their eyes, they were dazed and sluggish.

This is the banshee, I reached out and touched them, and sure enough, without touching anything substantial, I was able to easily put my hand through their bodies.

"Okay, I've seen it, I've touched it, now let them rest!" Instead of accusing me of being reckless, Sylvanas said with hope in her eyes.

Puzzled, I asked, "Rest?" Do they need a break? ”

"Smack!"

Sylvanas slapped me lightly on the head and said, "Stupid, don't you see that they have just escaped the Lich King's grasp, too?"

At this moment, they need to smooth out their brains! ”