The method of controlling the dead is simple, but the method of controlling the living is more difficult.

The dead depend on magic, and the living on spirit.

In fact, it can't be said that they are not doing well or wrong, the dead have the use of the dead, and the living are actually more precious. This kind of thing becomes more obvious the later it is withdrawn, because it is difficult for the dead to blend into the realm of the living person's life, only the living can. And why should these living people be at your mercy?

You think it's all magic?

Ha! Of course not, magic is only temporary, and one of the most useful and long-lasting methods is mind control.

If you ask if it's okay to control the soul, it's because you really don't understand the composition of the soul. Of course, no one can fully figure out how complex the soul is, but one thing is certain...... Even Kel'thugad could not use magic to strip or adjust the soul of a living person to the extent he wanted.

No dead man can do it, let alone a living man.

In fact, there has always been a great lich lurking in Andorhar, and his name is Araki. Do you remember this guy? Known as the Summoner, he was one of the few lichs on the continent before the Lich King's army returned, and a big reason why he was better than the other lichs was because of the resurrection of the dead corpses. But it didn't work well, those puppets were all walking dead, and there were almost no undead who could really be given thoughts. No one but the Lich King has been able to reshape this man's soul, and that's a huge flaw.

And those who are in class are a card in their hands, and these humans who retain the unsound personality of human beings will do more harm than the dead corpse when they need them.

You might be able to guess...... Ha! That's right! It's poisoning!

That's what Sylvanas's gang couldn't do.

The master of that gloomy voice was the so-called dean of this academy. This guy's background is not very clear, in fact, there is no need to figure it out, the world has become like this, one more person like this and one less person like this kind of person will not have much impact, as for where he came from, what kind of thing he was before, it doesn't matter. As it turns out, he's not a guy who can stir up the world, although he tries hard.

The situation in Tirisfara was much better than in the Sineverd region, although it was also a place of dead people, but the forest was still there, the grass was still there, but it was uninhabited. Those weed-covered and crumbling houses may be reduced to dust and completely wiped from the world in another twenty or thirty years, as if nothing had ever happened.

The trail seems to have only been walked a few times, but the feeling of walking in the forest is very familiar. The woods were quiet, the wind rustled the leaves slightly, there was nothing but footsteps, the sun shone on the earth, and the green grass between the golden leaves showed its vitality. That touch of green is the only thing in this land that gives people a sense of hope. Hehe...... But how can there be hope for this place...... Not even a living person can be found.

The city of Lordaeron is not difficult to find, just follow the King's Road all the way to the west, and when you walk on the road, the scenes of the past come to mind, when Lordaeron was still the most powerful kingdom, and at that time there were often caravans coming and going on this road, and Alsace was still a simple prince at that time.

When passing Barnier's Farm, the former royal horse farm was completely deserted, and the weeds in the racetrack covered the ungrown land that had been trampled by countless horses, and only the dilapidated railing next to it could tell people that it was actually a racetrack. Walking inside the farm, there is no need to enter the house surrounded by weeds, and the intact grass on the ground indicates that there have been no creatures here recently.

Actually, this journey is very tiring, and the purpose of coming here is to get mounts, but this place has been abandoned to the point where it is not looking. It's not impossible to measure this land with your feet, after all, there is really nothing important now. A few guys from the ship didn't talk much, so the journey was very dull. But the good thing is that they don't ask why.

The destination is Lordaeron, but the first place to go is Brill. It's just that when we arrived in Brill, we were all shocked by what we saw.

It's not like Andorhar, it's even more different from Keldaron, there's no gloom, there's no decay, there's no gloom and darkness! Do you know that there are people going on here?

Not the living, of course, but the real forsaken! Right! Real ...... Forsaken.

In fact, the name is very interesting, the forgotten...... Forgotten by whom? Loved ones? Or a dependent? Or...... History.

Their loved ones may have died on the way to Quel'Thalas, or on some hillside in Quel'Thalas, in Dalaran, in Gilneis, or in ...... Far away on the continent of Kalimdor. Even if their loved ones are still alive, these people should be forgotten. Do you want these walking dead guys to show up in your bedroom?

They are now enemies, not relatives.

In addition, they are forgotten about themselves, and every dead person here has to forget, to abandon the past, and now they have only one faith, one center, which is their Majesty the Queen. No matter what a lord used to be, no matter how lowly they were before, now they are equal.

Ha! You don't have to rush to refute. It's the truth.

When they don't have to think about money, they don't have to think about food and clothing, they don't have to think about whether they live well or not, when they lose these external things in their souls, they lose their jealousy, they lose their jealousy...... All are equal, all around the queen for one goal!

You could say that they were trying to survive, to live in another way, or for the Queen's goal of revenge.

Ha! Of course, before she knew that Arthas was alive, their goal was to live this way. It's just that I don't understand this at this time......

Brill's guards had a really bad attitude when they held out their spears to stop us, and it was very unpleasant that they were staring straight ahead without blinking their eyes. And when they approached, they didn't look, they didn't probe, but they leaned over and sniffed like dogs. They can't speak, although they still have jaws. After sniffing on his body, he flashed to the side. Under their gaze, we walked into this dilapidated but still existing town.

Amazing!

They actually repaired the collapsed house! Can you imagine this? They are indeed dead, but they are so similar to normal people.

And this is very different from the world of the living, that is, there is no food sold in the city of Nuoda.

Food...... It is what the living eat. Belch...... For example, apples, blueberries, bread...... and eggs. They don't really need that. You should remember what I said earlier, they can not move, and it is true, there are a lot of people in this town, there are many people standing on the side of the street, even by the windows of the upper floors, they don't move, they just watch us walk through the town.

It's a terrible feeling to be watched, but there's nothing hostile to just watching.

Of course, not everyone stands like this, and there are always a few who can move freely. When a man in armor and riding a tall horse stopped in front of us from far and near, his withered face had an expression.

"Who's coming?" The war horse under his crotch has only a skeleton left, and the armor on his body is actually a burden, but it looks a little domineering, he sits on the horse and looks down on us.

If you were asked to answer, how would you answer?

Tell him who you are? Or tell him where you're from?

This question is not easy to answer, maybe you think that you just woke up, but where did you wake up at that time, how did you wake up, and who knows if you need to prove it? You will think it is funny, what proof do dead people need?

Have you forgotten that the Forsaken are not the same as the undead in the Plaguelands?

Of course, it can't be said that they are from Northrend, and they don't know what it means to be in Northrend, but it's not necessarily a good idea. You have to believe what I say.

The short pause is not a lot of consideration, mainly to gauge what might happen. Seeing that he actually drew his sword, "We're going...... The Undercity. ”

Just as the sword pointing at us was lowered, the fellow looked at it with his large, glittering eyes and said, "You're in the wrong place." ”

"We...... Lost ...... Direction. ”

"You're going...... Do what? ”

This is a question that only a human being, a living person, a thinking person, can ask.

This lie doesn't seem to be very easy to tell, but this guy doesn't seem to have that much intelligence. "Reporting...... Situation. ”

The guy tilted his head, "Where's the battle?" ”

"The battle of the Scarlet Crusaders of Siveld."

"You're not a scout......" his tone changed.

"It's not."

"What about them?" His body adjusted his posture.

"Dead."

"How did you die?" This kind of digging into the bottom of the problem is very dangerous.

"They met the Scarlet Crusader forces."

"You're not a scout, why are you there?"

"We're wandering around." That's the only plausible reason I can think of.

"The discipline of the Forsaken does not allow you to do that." His voice was serious.

"The forsaken forget their discipline, but the forsaken do not forget their duty." It takes a firm look and tone of voice to make them believe in you.

The guy on the horse was silent for a few seconds, and Empress Tan stretched out his finger, "Go over there and get a few horses, and then hurry up and pass the news to Her Majesty." He paused and said to one of the horsemen behind him, "Make sure they don't forget again." ”