I now understand why the Forsaken have not been accepted by the world, even the orcs, minotaurs, and trolls who have become allies in the future.

This is not only due to the rotting and stinking bodies of the Forsaken, but more importantly, the Forsaken are a group of twisted and insensitively avengers.

For revenge, they can do whatever it takes, and for revenge, they can trample the last bit of humanity in the stinking ditch, and for revenge, these monsters dare to risk the world's condemnation to conduct live experiments?

The Lich King deserves to die, Arthas deserves to go to hell, but Sylvanas is the one who bears the main responsibility for all of this, and it is she who imposes her own hatred and resentment on the entire Forsaken people, and it is she who gradually leads these poor and pathetic living dead into the abyss.

The orcs have regained the glory of their ancestors under the guidance of Thrall, and the elves are a little stubborn and arrogant, but it is their nature to worship nature, what about humans? There are many scum and selfish people in the human race, but with the Holy Light as their motto, they also have good thoughts and continue to strive for a better life......

But what is there about the forsaken? What are they doing?

For the sake of powerful weapons of destruction, inhumane live experiments are carried out with living people, living people.

How can they take revenge and be redeemed?

The arrow went into my shoulder, it hurt a lot, and with every step I took, I felt the shaft of the arrow rubbing against my bones, but I was still determined to move towards the next goal.

"Do you think this will make the Forsaken strong? Do you think this will bring down Alsace? Do you think that this will bring about your ridiculous and pathetic revenge? ”

A sword slain the living female who was looking at me with longing eyes, I turned my eyes to Sylvanas and said slowly, "Wrong, you are wrong, you are digging your own grave by doing this, and you are pushing all the Forsaken against all the warriors who want to destroy the Legion of Damnation." ”

Sylvanas didn't raise her bow and shoot arrows again, she just twisted her pretty face and said gloomily: "So what, the Forsaken are a group of people who have been forgotten by the world, we walk in the darkness, we build cities in the sewers, we can do everything we can for revenge." ”

"And what do the living know, do they understand the pain of broken homes, souls plunged into darkness, and bodies crawling with disgusting maggots? They don't understand anything, they don't deserve to be with us at all. ”

"The opposite? Hehe, let me tell you, the Forsaken don't need allies at all, and the Forsaken are not afraid of anyone, we are a group of avengers walking in the dark, and we will always be lonely walkers on the road of revenge. ”

Sylvanas said at the end, almost shouting out the words.

"The Forsaken, the Forsaken!"

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"We are dark walkers, we are dark walkers."

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"Long live the Queen, long live the Queen!"

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Suddenly, the huge alchemy room was filled with heart-rending and fanatical shouts, and even Putress and Faranir shouted along with the crowd.

A sense of desolation spreads in the heart, is it true that the forsaken only grow after experiencing scars? Do you really have to go through sacrifice to understand the preciousness of survival?

Looking at the frenzied crowd around me, I seemed to see "history" repeating itself.

The Alliance is hostile to the Forsaken and is eager to wipe them out; The tribe discriminates against the Forsaken, and the Minotaurs don't even let the Forsaken set foot in Mogaure......

Under the earth-shattering drums of war, the Forsaken have no friends, only enemies, and they rush and kill, in the Tirisfal Glades, in the Plaguelands, in Northrend, in Icecrown, in the Walls of Greymane......

Hatred grows, resentment spreads, until everything is calm.

The sounds around me gradually became quieter, and then in an instant, the whole alchemy room became audible, and I looked up at the last living man who had been shaken to death by the screams because of his weakness, and in his eyes, I saw relief and satisfaction.

"You're wrong, Sylvanas, you're very wrong." I said loudly, this is the first time I have called Sylvanas Sylvanas, but I don't feel any discomfort, she doesn't deserve me to be called Hihi or Queen at this time, "Arthas escaped, but he will become stronger and stronger, you can't fight him before, and you have no chance in the face of a stronger Arthas." ”

Almost all the Forsaken in the alchemy room were so angry with me that their cloudy eyes began to turn red, and the eyes that looked at me were full of hatred and hatred. If eyes could kill, perhaps I, the abominable corpse who dared to resist and slander their queen, would have been killed countless times.

I ignored these unkind glances and continued: "The Forsaken don't need allies? Have you forgotten the Ember Bringer? Do you think that the Undercity is truly impregnable under the iron riders of humans? Or do you think you're really strong enough to not need any allies......"

"Enough!" Sylvanas interrupted me sharply and said, "You must remember that Arthas was deliberately let go by me, and the Ashbringers have nothing to do with me, as for the humans, you can let the horses come and see if the Undercity can be broken by those pathetic living people." ”

Arrogant and arrogant, I laughed at once, but then my face was covered with frost, and with a wave of my arm, my fingertips pointed at the zealous supporters of Sylvanas.

"What about them? Have you ever thought about them? How can they protect themselves from your madness? ”

Sylvanas did not respond immediately to my questioning, but walked slowly towards me, one step at a time, slowly but surely, until she walked to my side, and she whispered in my ear, "They? They're just arrows in my pocket! ”

Arrows in the bag? This is the second time I've heard the word from Sylvanas, still cold, cruel, and unemotional.

I couldn't help but shudder.

"You ......"

I was about to say something when Sylvanas suddenly struck me in the back of the head with a knife, and suddenly the vertigo swept over me, and I couldn't say anything from my mouth, but I still looked at Sylvanas with stubborn eyes.

Sylvanas held up the Sunset in his hand and shouted, "The Forsaken will win!" ”

"The Forsaken will win!"

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"The Forsaken will win!"

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Then, the entire alchemy room reverberated with Sylvanas's oath.

This was the last sight I saw before I fell unconscious.