The taste of blood is different.

The blood of the horse is more bloody, the blood of the lion has a bad smell, the blood of the cow is much lighter, the blood of the pig is not much different from the blood of the human, the blood of the sheep has a bad smell, the blood of the chicken and duck is very light, and the blood of the human ...... Ah, how to say it? The taste of human blood is mellow.

Yes, I prefer that term. Mellow! That taste is ...... Familiar, salty, although there is also that kind of irony smell, but compared with cows, horses and sheep, human blood is like a thick soup made of okra, with a little garnish with a soup made of crucian carp, and then a little thickening with potato flour, sprinkled with chopped basil leaves and rosemary.

Mellow and endless.

The more young people are, the better the quality of their blood, and the better their physical fitness, the better the quality of their blood.

Of course, if it is a woman, the quality of blood will be divided into several grades. The lightest taste is for some girls with poor physical fitness, such as anemia, and the blood of such girls is very light, like rum mixed with water.

And the ...... during pregnancy Well...... I haven't tried it. I can't do that either.

Ha! Of course, some of these are my own experiences, and some of them are ...... It's from the mouths of some people. For example, those who are engaged in academic research on Keldaron Island, they do not need to rummage through the trash cans in the toilet, and can directly use live animals to taste on the spot.

After becoming the living dead at first, some people have an extremely strong interest and unquenchable desire for blood, but I really don't have any desire for this thing, and my thirst for blood is only for a long time after I came out of the sunken temple in the swamp.

And when I knew it would make my body full, it was just a way for me to transform my body. It's true that it gives me a notch of strength, but it doesn't feel any different from the potatoes at home. But his blood did make my body better again.

I didn't go into Talenmere, there wasn't anyone I wanted and wanted to meet, I just wanted to go north now and find out how Mograine died, and if Fordin was still alive.

I don't remember how many times I've walked this road to Alterac, I'm used to walking the road where no one is there, and it's the same now. The higher I go, the mountains, the snow, the clear sky, the white clouds, to be honest, I like the distant and clear scenery, it always makes me feel extremely comfortable. Especially when the crisp air penetrated my nostrils, I felt like my body was clear.

It's just that this kind of scene is better to be pure natural, not mixed with humanistic buildings, if you have to have humanistic buildings, it is better to be the kind of monument or the kind that is not too easy to collapse and break. Once you see the collapsed houses, the charred ruins, and the abandoned villages, even the snow-capped mountains that you just thought were extremely pure will immediately lose their lustre.

Alterac has been utterly destroyed, perhaps more serious than Lordaeron, and it would be nice to see a walking corpse after so long! No, nothing, there is only a dead silence in this land! I can't even remember if any birds have ever flown off. I don't like it, it makes me feel depressed.

The sign pointing to the direction is still holding its post, pointing to which side is Alterac City and which side is Steinbrad. Now that I think about Alterac City, I only have one feeling: it's cold and gloomy. It's not sunny, but the first thing that comes to mind when I think of it is the shadows of the sun and the cold wind blowing through.

Stannbrad was no better, like Alterac City, which I hated because of its people, and the desolation I felt when I saw the utterly deserted land and the snow that had not completely melted on it was something I had ever felt when I passed through Tarenmere.

But this feeling became stronger as time went on, and when the snow faded and green became the dominant color again, I saw that it was still a withering place. But when I saw the banner of the Scarlet Crusaders, I somehow suddenly felt a sense of worry.

Icewind is now under the control of the Scarlet Crusaders, and I remember there was a monument to Uther back then, when the camp wasn't huge, but now it's quite large! The Crusaders built the castle here, and of course the large silver-white building must have been Uther's Memorial.

I touched my face, examined my skin, and then carefully arranged my clothes and hair, and walked into their camp.

I was brought into their castle, and of course it was impossible to bring a war horse in, and I had already hidden it. The people in the camp are still in good spirits, but they don't look at me very kindly to outsiders like me.

I was shocked when the man in the robe walked into the room, I knew him, at least I had seen this man. He stared at me for a few moments as he entered, but then said, "I seem to have seen you." ”

"Of course, of course we did." I say.

"It's just that I can't remember where I've seen it."

"We must have met when the orcs invaded the north, and I remember your name, Ethanlien." I say.

He frowned, "Are you?" ”

"I'm from the Kingdom of Stormwind." I say. "My name is Bill, Bill Max."

His brow didn't widen at hearing my name, and he shook his head slightly, "I seem to remember you." ”

"Tirio Fordin, Alexandros Mograini, Saidan Dasohan, I knew each other, and they all fought together." I said, "I've seen you too." ”

His brow furrowed slightly, "Ah...... I remember. He nodded, "Sit down, Mr. Max...... Uh, are you still in the military? He walked over to the table, picked up the flask, and looked at me.

"No, I ...... It's not too young. I said.

"Your kingdom is safe and sound, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"How did you get here?"

"I've heard about your things in the north." I said, "Even though I am old and no longer in the king's position, I still have some strength." ”

"Oh!" He smiled and handed me the glass, "So you're here to join the army." ”

"I'd like to see my old friends first." I say.

He glanced at me, then looked away, and after a moment of silence, he took a sip of wine before slowly speaking, "Something happened to them." ”

I feigned surprise, "What did you say?" ”

He didn't look at me, but took another sip of wine, "They...... It's all gone. ”

"What's wrong? Who's gone? "I raised my voice.

"Don't get excited...... he put down his glass and looked at me, then sighed softly, "I'm sorry, Max, they ...... It's all dead! ”

"Impossible!" I shouted, "Mograini is...... Ember Bringer! Ferdin...... Ferdin...... How could it be dead! He's one of the five paladins of the Silver Hand! ”

Ethan Leon shook his head, "I don't want this to be true either, but...... They are all dead! ”

"How did you die!"

Mograini ...... By...... His son was killed. ”

I looked at the man in front of me with wide eyes, "Father-killing? My voice trembled.

Ethan Lien didn't say it, so he thought it was a tacit acquiescence.

"How so?" I couldn't believe it, "Is this contagious?" ”

"What?" He looked at me quizzically.

"The prince of Arthas killed his own father, and Mograine's son killed himself?" I shook my head unacceptably, "You told me this wasn't true!" ”

"It's true, Renault...... Killed his father. Ethan Lien said to me solemnly.

"Renault is his eldest son!"

"Yes."

"He has a son, what's his name?"

"Darien."

"Where is he?"

"Chapel of the Light's Wishes." He said. "But I don't advise you to go to him, at least not yet."

"Why?"

"The Scourge is back!"