In this unentertaining and lifeless underground city full of the smell of preservatives, Anwena and I spent two days together eating and waiting for death, although eating and waiting for death has always been my biggest goal in life, but now I sadly find that it would be too bad if life really only left to eat and sleep and wake up and eat all the way to the coffin.

Now Anvena and I were sitting in a cavern in the Undercity—even though the owner of the place called it the living room, I insisted that a place dug out of the ground without even basic beams and with the only furniture being a stone table in the center should be called a cave rather than a living room, and across from us sat two skeletons that looked exactly the same except for their size and finish, but were in fact a husband and wife, and in front of the strange combination of our two skeletons, a ghost and a living man, There was a small pile of paper with twisted symbols.

Well, my original plan was to make a deck of playing cards, but it turned out that my drawing skills were not much better than my sister's, so much so that the playing cards that the copyists had worked so hard to make were almost thrown away by Avena as some kind of rune fragment made by a sorcerer that contained the power of an ancient curse - if these little pieces of paper were made by my sister, then Avena's conjecture was surprisingly true.

While the cards were only a slight relief to me, for the skeletal couple in front of us, this simple and novel game that even the undead could indulge in was a great invention that revolutionized the entire world of entertainment, and despite not being able to understand the meaning of the strange symbols on the pieces of paper, and messing up the rules of the whole poker game, the skeletal couple played with us with great interest for nearly a morning. Now their ribs are densely covered with small notes from me and Avena, and the breeze blows like waves like a spring field - it seems that the punishment we agreed on at the beginning was too wise to stick small notes instead of drinking cold water, and these bone shelves, although the stomach capacity is zero, but at least have a large enough body "surface" area, such a unique body structure is really a blessing for the majority of poker fans......

"To tell you the truth, your love is really touching, I thought the forsaken were cold-blooded and dark guys." When I finally succeeded in completely burying the skeleton brother across from me with a small note, I clapped my hands and stood up.

Then the paper basket brother opposite me raised his head proudly, and his chin clicked to express his pride to me, and then the skeleton sister sitting next to him could be seen at a glance that he was extremely skilled in his application before his death, and the hand knife that was also skillful after death hit the skull brother Tianling cover, and suddenly the messy notes flew to the ground.

I really couldn't understand what a bunch of rhythmic clicks meant, so I had to turn to the humanoid searchlight next to me, who was also undead and could understand each other's thoughts: "Anvina, translate." ”

The little ghost immediately stopped secretly changing my cards, and with a flash of inspiration, he said: "He said: Gina will always be my love, even if I even shatter this skeleton, I will use all my soul to accompany her." ”

Hearing this, the skeleton sister in front of me immediately lay down in the skeleton brother's arms with infinite shyness, and the latter also cooperated with a long hug - not soon, because the ribs were pinned to each other.

Watching the two skeletons stage a love blockbuster in front of my eyes, I just felt cold all over, this scene should be placed in the cinema, how many ignorant children have to cry in a minute! However, it may be better to put it in the cinema of the Celestial Empire, and even if a horror film of this level can be released, it has to be edited from a two-hour full version to a half-hour trailer, and basically there is nothing left after the cast and theme song are played.

By the way, how did my mind get here?

Through these two days of contact, my impression of the Forsaken has basically changed dramatically, although they have a dark side, but there are also warm guys like the skeleton couple in front of us that make people cry, which is completely different from my impression of the undead realm, but it's right to think about it, even the most evil and crazy race, there must be its bright side, if the whole race is in hatred and fanaticism, or even stop thinking about anything at all except revenge, The future of this race is really dark, and Sylvanas will be the most failed leader ever, because that race has fundamentally lost the possibility of growing and growing.

Well, digression again.

After finally pulling their ribs out of each other's bones, the skeleton brother in front of me gave me an awkward smile - I guess it was an awkward smile - and then the jaw continued to click, and Avena translated synchronously without my command: "The arrival of the Scourge of the Dead has destroyed many families, and many of them have risen up again to become members of the Legion of Destruction, and when the Lich King's reign is over, seventy percent of Lordaeron's humanity has been reduced to the dirt of Tirisfa, The remaining thirty percent were left with a hard time finding their former relatives and friends and thus becoming the lonely living dead, and I was lucky enough to find Gina, who had become like this, but at least we were together again. ”

The Forsaken are lonely, the whole world has excluded them, and many of them can only seek what little sense of belonging they have left, while many more are huddled alone in this gloomy dungeon, or numb themselves with battles and aimless wanderings, and let the dark thoughts that continue to grow in their hearts grow stronger and stronger, which is quite a bad situation, and if this continues, sooner or later, the entire Forsaken race will fall into complete madness, Consumed by resentment and loneliness, they may indeed become resentful spirits in Sylvanas's mouth.

Perhaps Sylvanas had thought of this a long time ago, so she also saw our Salvation Army plan as a ray of hope, a hope that would prevent the Forsaken from turning into mad wraths in isolation and hatred.

As much as I know, even if we don't show up, Sylvanas has a way to solve this problem.

Just when the boredom struck again, and Avena began to entertain herself with nothing to do, I decided to find something to talk about to break the somewhat dull atmosphere that was now, and to the point of hell, I remembered the skeleton soldier who brought us to the Undercity with a goofy little zombie with him.

"Do you know Zaken? He always seems to be roaming around the Undercity with a little zombie. ”

I tossed the cards in my hand, stretched and asked.

"Of course I know, we used to be neighbors, and the little zombie he always took with him was his daughter."

I stretched halfway to the lazy waist abruptly stopped, and then at least six sphincters in the waist, back, shoulders, unified to this lazy waist that could not be stretched out to the fullest, expressed a strong desire to continue, but unfortunately without the coordination of the central nervous system, these muscles fought separately and finally became a mess, the situation was chaotic, like the second loop at half past five in the afternoon.

"Nana...... Fast...... I'm mad......"

After Avena's scramble to rescue her, I regained my breath with palpitations, it was hilarious that I was almost killed by one of my own lazy waists in one of my imperial heads.

Well, the other head of the empire was almost killed by a piece of cake.

When I came back to my senses, the skeleton brother in front of me immediately took Sister Skeleton's hand and pointed at me, with a click on his chin.

"Look, dear, having meat is not necessarily a good thing."

"Anvina, there is no need for a translator for this."

Zaken's story is as simple as what I, a former otaku who have been so traumatized by all kinds of novels, can imagine in a moment, and Zaken's story is also poignant, as poignant as the story behind every forgotten person.

Zaken was an ordinary scout in Lordaeron's army, and although his rank was not high, with his rich experience and one or two small exploits, he was able to live a good life, just like the young and strong young man who was used in most novels but was unexpectedly popular and had a small career, he had a wife who loved him very much and a lively and lovely daughter—such a simple and happy life lasted until the arrival of the undead natural disaster.

After the war began, Zaken was ordered to participate in the human battle against the Scourge and was thrown to the front line, but his luck was terrible, and only the next day's battle, he was pierced through the heart by the claws of a ghoul......

When he reawakens as a forsaken, Zaken discovers that his former home has been reduced to ruins ravaged by the plague.

The blow almost caused Zaken to collapse completely, and he almost became a mad undead creature, and in fact, nearly half of the Forsaken would become walking corpses dominated by revenge and slaughter after regaining their free will, and eventually be wiped out by Sylvanas, and Zaken almost went down this path.

Perhaps by providence, when the trance-stricken Zaken was thrown into the cellar and slowly died, he saw a little zombie with no mind and looking demented.

Around the neck of this little zombie hung a delicate little pendant with a small handwritten inscription that he would never forget—for Nina, my beloved daughter.

The little girl's mental power was too weak, even though the Lich King's strength had gone, her consciousness had already dissipated under the invasion of that strong spiritual power, and what remained was only the instinct that followed Zaken.

Since then, there has been an extra little zombie behind the silent skeleton soldier Zaken, who is always stupid and used to talk.