What appears in front of my eyes now is the ruins of Lordaeron, and the Undercity is built under this ruin - in fact, the current Undercity can't be called a city, if I guessed correctly, that underground city should still be just a huge crypt prototype dug based on the original Lordaeron sewers, after all, no matter how violent the plot is, the independence of the Forsaken is less than a few months, plus the harassment of the surrounding Scarlet Crusaders and the remnants of the undead, These lonely and resourceless forgotten people simply cannot develop with peace of mind.

Although it is in ruins, the ancient city in front of you still shows a trace of its former glory, hundreds of meters high walls are completely made of huge stones, between the stones are poured melted lead and a small amount of Mithril that can strengthen the magical resistance of the walls, such a strong wall is enough to resist the most powerful external attacks, but who would have thought that this glorious city would eventually fall into its interior?

In the bleak sunset of Tirisfar, the ancient walls of Lordaeron reflected a dim light, revealing the ruins behind them between the small half-collapsed walls, and the once glorious Great Union emblem now hung from the city like rags, and had become a paradise for spiders, swaying weakly with the foul breeze, and the deep and shocking fissures crisscrossed near the collapsed gates, silently recounting the war and death that had befallen the land in the desolate sunset.

"Master......" Anvina suddenly leaned over to me, her voice tinged with sadness.

"It's okay, everything will be fine, and Alaya must have a way to purify this land." I patted Avena on the head comfortingly, calming down a little of my depressed feelings.

Zaken, who was next to us, stopped abruptly and said in a low and menacing tone through the little zombie behind him, "Purify this land? ”

"Don't worry, I'm not like those crusaders whose brains have been burned by the Holy Light, I will heal this world, but I don't think that the forgotten are dirty, maybe you can expect a world where the forgotten and the living coexist peacefully under the same blue sky."

"Hmph-" The other party snorted coldly, "Living man, I am becoming more and more curious about you, if you are not a powerful prophet, then you are a mentally abnormal madman, in my opinion, the latter is more likely......"

"If I were you, I'd think so, but your mission is to bring me to Sylvanas, and my identity doesn't mean much to you, right? Oh, by the way, we're not going to go down the sewers, are we? ”

I noticed that Zaken didn't lead us past the front, but walked in the direction of the side hill, and I couldn't help but ask with some curiosity.

"Sewers?"

"You don't know what to do? Just west of the Undercity, there is a sewer exit on the small slope next to the ruins of Lordaeron, and I think the direction you are leading the way is going from that side nine times out of ten, right? ”

"Who the hell are you?!" Zaken finally couldn't hold back the shock in his heart, and suddenly stopped and asked me loudly, "How do you know the location of the emergency passage that is still in the design?!" ”

Impossible, this is absolutely impossible, Zaken repeated in his heart, the emergency passage in the design is even the forsaken, there are many people who don't know the way, and he has only heard it from the chief once, and even the passage itself is just a design drawing now, the sewer exit under Lordaeron that can go directly to the ground is already there, but now that place is not dug through the crypt at all, but the mysterious human in front of him, he actually knows the place of the road?!

Is he really a living person? It can't be some boring banshee who ran out of the city and took over the corpse of a recently dead corpse, and came to make herself happy, right?

At this moment, such a somewhat funny thought suddenly flashed in Zaken's heart.

"It hasn't started yet," I didn't know what the bone shelf in front of me was thinking, but nodded to myself and said, "It seems that it was still affected by the plot...... Oh, don't worry about it, just keep leading the way. ”

Despite all the questions, Zaken decided to keep quiet, but his mind became even more curious about this strange human who seemed to have all the secrets.

Eventually, we came to a hidden cavern at the foot of the mountain, which Zaken described as the entrance to what is now the Undercity.

"Living, this is the entrance to the Undercity, I don't know what the elevator you are talking about, but now we all enter and exit the crypt from here, of course, this is only a temporary entrance." Perhaps out of curiosity about me, Zaken took the rare initiative to explain this to me.

"Oh...... It's dark in this place, is there a light? ”

"Darkness is not a problem for the undead." Zaken was the first to walk into the big black hole, followed by me and Anvina, and finally the stupid little zombie controlled by Zaken.

It's funny, we are surrounded by "one person" in front and back......

"I'm afraid it's because of the lack of resources and the lack of candles, right?" In the dark, I laughed so softly.

I can't see if there will be an embarrassed expression on Zaken's high-calcium face, but I guess he must be quite embarrassed in his heart, what I said is true, the shortage of resources of the Forsaken has reached an alarming level, Tirisfa This place has not had many resources to obtain due to the ravages of the plague, although the ordinary material needs of the undead are also very low, but their daily resources have also reached the point of making ends meet, skeleton soldiers are quite useful soldiers on the battlefield, but they are definitely not qualified workers, It's really inefficient to rely on them to collect resources, don't believe the development speed of the undead in the game, it's all a lie, most of the hands of the undead creatures are mutilated and deformed, they can't use ordinary tools at all, a ghoul who uses his claws to cut wood is definitely not as good as a peasant uncle with a hoe, and their claws are definitely not suitable for work that requires precision such as construction, high-level undead creatures can make their bodies almost indistinguishable from those before they were alive, But can you imagine a reinforced company of Death Knights collectively shirtless burrowing in a mine?

Zaken is right when he says that the undead are not afraid of the dark, but as the forgotten who already have free thoughts, the memories of their lives still make them yearn for the light even more, and I believe that Sylvanas will not like to spend all day in a hole in the earth where he can't see his fingers.

"Avena, can you have some more light?" I beckoned to the ghost maid behind me and said.

"Good master, look at me!" As soon as Avena was reminded by me, she immediately reacted, and the energy in her body was slightly released, and immediately this unknown luminous body that was still faint and similar to an ordinary ghost became a dazzling little sun.

"It's too bright, dim, dim...... Well, a little brighter...... Natural light in white...... Very good, very good, keep it like that, and by the way, focus the light a little bit ahead......"

Next to me, Zaken was already dumbfounded: can the light on the ghost's body be adjusted like this?

In addition, there are still such boring undead in this world?

"Stop! Who? ”

Just as I was marveling at my genius, a voice suddenly came from the front, and when I looked up, it turned out that we had reached the end of the passage, and an undead officer who looked much higher than Zaken's rank was standing in front of us, and I could already see a corner of an underground city that was beginning to take shape—of course, the city now looked more like a large cavern.

"Zaken? How did you get back? At this time, the undead officer had already recognized Zaken who was walking in front, and then he tilted his head slightly, as if sensing something in the air, "The breath of a living person?!" Zaken, did you bring back a captive? ”

The undead under the Lich King's command are controlled by the same spirit, so they can directly rely on the spirit connection to transmit information, but the Forsaken who have gained free thought have lost this ability, and they can only choose the less efficient method, and the little zombie behind us walks up and starts to introduce us to the undead officer.

"Strange living people," the undead officer turned his gaze to us, "and one more ...... Weirder ghosts......"

I noticed that when I looked at Anvina, who was playing the role of a mobile searchlight, the undead officer's severely muscular face twitched twice before pretending to look at me casually: "Living, I have to tell you, whoever you are and what you want to do, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to leave this city for a long time to come." ”

"It's okay, I'm also quite curious about this circle city, stay a few more days, can you stay a few more days, can you let me meet Sylvanas first?" Or do you have to report it? ”

"I hope this guy isn't a poor idiot......" I reacted, leaving the skeletal officer on the other side a little confused, and he whispered to Zaken, "Maybe our queen will be a little interested in this strange fellow - hopefully Her Highness won't think we're wasting her time with a guy with a nervous disorder." ”