When I really confirmed that the following was just a children's version that was revealed before I woke up, the big stone in my heart finally fell, I'm not afraid of slow recovery, I'm afraid of shrinking because of recovery, Sylvanas's height is a head taller than mine, if it gets smaller, I really have to use props when I love Sylvanas.

Fortunately, it was just a false alarm.

"Huh!" Without the psychological burden, I laughed and said weakly: "That, that, don't worry, it's just not recovered yet, and the size or something is absolutely fine." ”

"Oh? So are you going to let it recover, do you deal with me first or Bridget first? Sylvanas had a smile on his face, but his eyes were full of coldness.

It's just that the leap forward below makes me a little carried away, and I didn't see the coldness in Sylvanas's eyes, "Hee, you know, I don't like Bridget at all, and when it recovers, of course I will ...... first"

"You nasty walking corpse!" Suddenly, the smile on Sylvanas's face disappeared, and I finally saw the coldness in Sylvanas's eyes, but it seemed a little late.

Bang!

Sylvanas kicked me in the stomach, and my intestines were about to kick and knot, and the pain was gone, but it wasn't over, and while kicking me, Sylvanas's hand holding my shirt was loosened, so I was unfortunate enough to fly in a graceful arc in front of the Batking's eyes, and the startled Batlord almost killed me with a claw.

"Ahh

"Damn walking corpses, you go back to sleeping on the street!"

Rumble!

Sylvanas fell, and I fell to the ground as hard as a sandbag, but fortunately, the Bat King was flying at an ultra-low altitude, and it was only a dozen meters high from the ground, but just like that, some of the bones I had just recovered were also shattered, and I entered a state of severe paralysis again.

Sou! Sou! Sou!

Dozens of sounds of breaking the air came, and Putres and others flew over my head, but no one came down to pull me, except for some sneers, some schadenfreude, and some bewilderment, one by one flew faster than Onexia, and in the blink of an eye, it became a black spot in the sky, and then in the blink of an eye, it disappeared in a circle.

Nima's are unreliable people, Sylvanas threw me down, can't you pull me along? In the wilderness, what can I do with a severely paralyzed walking corpse.

Thrown down by Sylvanas mercilessly, I didn't complain at all, just glad and reminisced, glad that Sylvanas didn't cut off the bird I hadn't woken up yet, and the aftertaste was the slight bulge and slender groove between the strands.

From this, I can see the difference between Sylvanas and Bridget, I think when I faced Bridget's complete version of the powder fungus every day, my mind was full of disgust and avoidance, but now, in the face of Sylvanas's "black fungus" that has become a little black and blue because of death, and it is also the "black fungus" wrapped in the small inside, I can also have a long memory.

A fresh breeze blew away the ripples in my mind, and I began to look at the scenery around me.

Anyway, I was so fascinated by the "thread" above the sky that I didn't pay attention to where it was at all, and when I was discovered by Sylvanas, I was so nervous that I fell to the ground, and I didn't even know where I fell.

Lying on the ground like mud, my vision was very limited, I could only see two or three meters above the ground, and there was a bluestone road more than ten meters wide as far as I could see, and on both sides of the road were collapsed houses and scattered tents.

There is nothing surprising about the collapsed houses, which can be seen everywhere in the northern part of the Eastern Kingdom, with black and red blood stains and blue moss, but more often than not, they are just ruins and ruins, and they are very desolate.

But the tents in my eyes are different, to be honest, I've been in Azeroth for so long, it's not that I haven't seen tents, I've seen a lot of tents when I was in the Undercity, but these tents in front of me are different from the dwarf and delicate ones in the Undercity.

These tents are extremely tall and rugged, with giant wooden beasts with white bones as skeletons, fur rags and hay as cover, and most tents can reach more than three meters high at the tip, and the area covers a radius of five meters.

However, this is not the most surprising and ...... What frightened, and what surprised and frightened me the most, was the tall monsters that came in and out of the tent.

Yes, it's a monster, a tall body that is more than two heads taller than me, arms and thighs as thick as buckets, muscles as strong as stones, and long, sharp fangs and wide jaws, which are nothing at all.

“￥%#amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; ￥……*%@￥#@”

“#@！ ￥￥%#amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; %￥amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; %……”

……

As I watched the monsters coming out of the tent, they were also pointing at me, and I didn't understand what they were saying, but I still felt a lot of malice in their exaggerated expressions, as if I, a walking corpse descending from the sky, had disturbed their normal life.

Finally, I realized that this Nima was an orc, and the place where I was lying was the ruins of Lordaeron, as you could see from the garden square at the end of the road.

I'm really enough, falling from a height of more than ten meters knocked me out? It's taken so long to recognize orcs and Lordaeron.

Maybe it's because I'm insignificant, maybe it's because the broth in the pot has wafted out of the fragrance, the orcs still haven't crossed the long street in the end, and I, too, continue to lie alone on the side of the street like a dead man, receiving the scorching sun and the orc's fingers.

Time passed, and soon the sun was about to set, and I also witnessed the new appearance of the Undercity after two months of absence, although I have not yet been able to enter the Undercity by myself, but from the endless crowd on the main road, I can still see that the Undercity is developing well.

Those who came from the south, those who went north, those who walked the streets of the ruins of Lordaeron, those who went out of the city, those who entered the city, those who jumped in bandages, those who triumphed, those who were defeated, those who howled about something, orcs and trolls, those who did not see the old cows, skeletons, walking corpses, tall and mighty haters......

In just a few hours, at least hundreds of people walked past me, and no one gave me a second glance except for one stupid hanger who tripped over me and then picked me up on my hind legs and threw me straight onto the broken roof.

Everyone has their own affairs, and every team has its own tasks, and I, the hero of the Undercity, lie alone on the roof, quietly repairing my broken body.

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