The Battle of Dunhold ended quickly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

For the coalition, this time was even more like a review of the orcs' prowess - the entire battlefield turned upside down after the dragons joined the fight.

However, what exactly should be done in Dunhold after the war, no one can come up with a good idea.

On the eve of the war, a demented Blackmore used immature technology to convert the entire inhabitants of Dunhold into the undead.

Now, the coalition forces need to face a dead city full of undead.

What to do with these undead?

You know, almost all of the undead, human and orc, are innocent, and all but a few Blackmore doglegs are completely forcibly converted.

These undead are not the living, but they are not enemies either.

There are even quite a few orc spirits who want to join the coalition - but the shaman's nature spirits see them as distorted and undeserved, and reject them violently.

The task of the coalition is still very heavy, and it is reported that Arthas is already approaching Stratholme with the main force of the Scourge of the Dead - this is one of the most populous cities in the alliance, and if he captures Stratholme, I am afraid that the strength of his men will be greatly expanded!

Under these circumstances, the coalition forces held a brief meeting in the former castle of Blackmore.

"Let's talk about what we do with these undead." Drunken Wind sighed, "They can already be identified as victims. ”

"It's hard for them to join us......" Thrall shook his head, "The spirits of nature don't accept them. ”

"And it can cause panic." Dai Lin's thinking is more practical, "Now that the human nations have taken strict precautions against all corpses that can move, although we can be sure that they are not enemies, not everyone can accept them......"

"So, the chances of them fighting alongside us are almost zero, isn't it?"

Faced with the question of drunken wind, everyone was silent and nodded silently.

In this case, Drunken Wind didn't know what to say - in fact, the oath itself didn't welcome these beings who came back from the dead, the red dragons obviously didn't like this twisted life, the green dragons did the same, maybe the black dragons could treat them equally.

And the minotaurs who follow the shamanic teachings won't like them either, let alone the Night Elves. By all accounts, only the Darkspear Trolls, Slippery Naga, Blood Elves, and Draenei would accept this poor group of undead.

"Shouldn't we listen to their own opinions?" Medivan thought for a moment and said, "After all, they need to choose their own path. ”

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Taresa had regained her freedom after Blackmore's death.

The strong, courageous lady was now in agony - in her opinion, it was the revelation of her own help to Thrall that led to the transformation of Dunhold Castle by Blackmore.

Unspeakable pain struck the girl, and she felt guilty for her actions, and although the coalition had discovered that Blackmore's conversion had been set in motion before she could help Thrall, it only slightly eased Taresha's guilt.

So, when Drunken Wind finds Talesa and asks her opinion, the poor woman refuses to answer.

"No, I'm a Dunhold sinner, and I have no right to answer these questions."

"Listen, Talesha." Drunken Wind looked into her eyes, "If you really feel guilty, then turn that guilt into responsibility!" ”

"Everything in Dunhold has become a fait accompli, and painful guilt can't change the situation, so all you can do now is how to make up for it and make the inhabitants of Dunhold happy even if they are undead!"

"Being an undead - can you live happily?"

"Why not? Although your current perceptions are different from those before your death, you are still conscious! ”

Talesa thought a lot.

He once lived in the shadow of Blackmore, and every day he longed for it to be free from his control.

Now that Blackmore is dead, and he is free, he is no longer a human being, but isn't his goal achieved?

Taresa came back to her senses and had mixed feelings for a while.

"Then why me? There are so many people in Dunhold......"

"Because you're the greatest woman here." Drunken Wind smiled, "Tolerant, kind-minded, freedom-we believe in you, and I think the undead of Dunhold are willing to believe in you." ”

Drunken Wind pushes the door open with Talesha.

In Dunhold's former orc detention center, countless undead fell to their knees under the sun.

"Lord Talesha, we are willing to pledge our allegiance!"

Among the sworn dead were the dying orcs who Taresa secretly saved with medicine, the peasant families she saved by tampering with tax bills, the gladiators who were captured to cover Thrall's escape, and the down-and-out priests she helped from time to time......

Taresa had already unwittingly infected Dunhold with her kindness, and after getting rid of Blackmore's control, she suddenly found that she was already Dunhold's new leader.

Faced with a dense crowd of undead, Taresa finally made up her mind.

"Since everyone trusts me, I am willing to take everyone down."

"I was powerless, and now I'm just an ordinary banshee, but I'm willing to work with you to find happiness that belongs to the undead in Dunhold."

"At Dunhold, we are the Forsaken."

"We are the dead, but we do not resent or yearn for the living."

"We are no longer part of the Horde, we are no longer part of the Alliance, we just want to leave ourselves in the corner of time."

"My name is Talesha, and I would like to lead the forsaken with like-minded people."

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Seeing that Taresa had made her choice, Drunken Wind couldn't help but nod secretly.

Recuperating in places where neither the Alliance nor the Horde can take care of it is perhaps the best place for these undead to be, and perhaps one day, they will make their voices heard, but obviously not now.

Unlike the original Forsaken, their strength is still very weak, and even the leader is an ordinary banshee, if they rashly participate in the war with the Scourge Legion, I am afraid that they will be wiped out if they are not careful......

In this case, peace of mind cultivation is the best choice-after all, neither the tribe nor the alliance has the opportunity, no reason, and no time to trouble them now.

When the undead of Dunhold are truly forgotten, maybe they will have a chance to come out and do something!

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It was 1 p.m. when I woke up...... (To be continued.) )