Walking into the Forgotten City, all you can see are undead, interspersed with a few orcs or other races, as Cronia said.

"The undead master plane no longer belongs to the undead, the former masters in the land of the undead, they exist like slaves, without any dignity, and these foreign races have become high rulers......"

Ron stood on the commercial street of the Forgotten City, full of feelings, looking at the undead coming and going, although it was unusually lively, but it did not belong to the undead, from time to time a team of heavily armed orcs was startled from here, and the undead who came and went avoided with a look of fear in their eyes.

What is it that makes the original master the slave what it is now? Is it really just a matter of faith?

"Get out of the way...... Get out of the way ......"

A gruff orc muttered gruffly, crashed straight into it, using his massive body and great strength to squeeze a path through it, as if the whole street belonged to him.

Ron felt his body be bumped and squeezed to the side.

"Humph!"

A hint of anger flashed in Char's eyes, and she didn't dodge or dodge, and met the orc straight up.

The heavy armor passed by, and a series of sparks appeared, and the orc was hit by Char like this, and one stumbled, and almost fell to the ground.

"Damn the Undead ......"

The orc saw that it was actually a death knight who bumped into him, roared angrily, and was about to step forward in anger, at this time, he saw Char's gaze suddenly froze.

Char was also staring at the other party, her eyes narrowed slightly, exuding a hint of hostility, Char's meaning is very clear, if you want to do it, that is, take it.

Char confronted the orcs in the street, immediately frightening Cronia and the surrounding undead.

"Who the hell is this man?"

"Oh my God, she's going to fight the orcs, is she going to fight?"

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

The surrounding undead looked at the two in the whirlpool, some with worry and fear in their eyes, others gloating.

In the eyes of these undead, orcs are synonymous with strength and savagery, while undead represent lowliness and lowliness, and in the Forgotten City, orcs are the supreme beings, and Char's actions are looking for death in the eyes of other undead.

"It's over!"

Cronia sighed, thinking that this Char will not stop at any time, now it's good, it's really a conflict with that orc, as soon as the orc guards arrive, then everything will be over.

This orc, who is also an orc, is also a powerful warrior with the strength of the divine domain, and he really fights with Char and doesn't know who wins and who loses, but Char has enough confidence to defeat him.

Ron's palms were full of sweat, and his heart was full of entanglements at the moment, on the one hand, he hoped that Char would teach the orcs a lesson, and on the other hand, he was afraid that his identity would be revealed and he would fall short.

Finally, the orc flinched, and Ron saw cowardice in his eyes, and in Char's fearless eyes, he chose to back down.

"Hmph, you'll fuck it out and see!"

The orc snorted fiercely, threw down a sentence in a fierce manner, let go of Char, and turned away.

"Whew-"

There was no excitement to see, and the undead who were watching breathed a sigh of relief and slowly dispersed, and some people's eyes were obviously disappointed, thinking that why did this orc be cowardly like this, it was unreasonable......

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

After the orcs left, Cronia's mouth was full of complaints, "If we really fight here, do we still want to do our mission?" I'm afraid that we will be caught by the orcs and squatted in prison." ”

"I'm not afraid!" Char still had a cold expression, glanced at Cronia, and said in a heartfelt voice: "I haven't done anything wrong, I don't cause trouble, and I'm not afraid of things! Besides, isn't that guy shrinking?"

"You-"

Cronia was angry for a while, unable to speak, she really didn't have much to do with Char.

"Forget it this time, don't be so impulsive next time!"

Ron pondered for a long time, and finally said a word, he knew that Char's move was to help him vent, and he was really moved in his heart, but moved to be moved, but at present, it is still necessary to focus on completing the task.

If his identity is revealed and he is forced to flee the city, it will be more than worth the loss, and the successor of the Lich King, the owner of the Scepter of the Scourge, believes that many forces are interested in strangling this powerful opponent of the future in the budding teeth.

Char stopped talking, she still didn't dare to defy Ron's orders.

"Let's go to the biggest tavern in the Forgotten City!"

Ron reached out and patted Cronya on the shoulder, and Cronya came to her senses.

Cronia nodded, and led Ron and Char around a few streets to the door of a dimly lit tavern, which was small, about the size of a room, and from the outside, it looked like an ordinary house.

Ron looked up at the sign in front of the tavern, "Tombstone", that's the name of this tavern.

"This is the largest tavern in the Forgotten City?"

Ron was a little unconvinced.

"No, I can't find any news in that place, there are my people here......"

Cronia whispered, pressing the hood on her head, quickly pushing open the half-way door and stepping inside.

Ron and Char looked at each other, he knew that Cronia had been operating in the Hokan District for many years, and had her own channels of information, and he also walked in behind.

The tavern is small, dark, and even a little eerie, but it is very quiet, and judging by the number of customers, business is not good.

At the ledge, a black-robed undead was lying on a table, drunk from the smell of alcohol.

"Sit down!"

The maid, dressed in a black maid's costume, led the three of Ron to a table, and with a rude gesture, turned and walked away, and in a few moments, at Cronia's orders, a fragrant rum was served.

"Please use it slowly!"

"Knock-knock-knock-"

Three glasses of rum were placed on the table, and most of the table was spilled.

Cronia didn't mind, raised the wine glass in her hand and took a sip gently.

It was quiet in the tavern, and the three of them chatted without a match, but they didn't get to the point, and they drank glass after glass of rum, and after several hours, it seemed that it was getting dark.

Ron was still calm, but Char was a little anxious, and "Cronia's people" didn't seem to have appeared.

Char said coldly, "Cronia, aren't you trying to find out the news? After sitting in this kind of place for so long, we don't seem to have done anything...... Wasting time is not a good habit!"

"Don't worry!" Cronia smiled, "I've already left a mark along the way, and if that guy sees it, he'll definitely come!"

Ron glanced at Char and motioned for her to remain silent, but Char gritted his silver teeth and swallowed the breath.

The three of them sat down again, but they couldn't find anything to say, and seeing that it was getting dark, Cronia couldn't sit still any longer, and said that she would go out to find someone.

After Cronia left, the wooden door of the tavern was pushed open with a "creak", and with a strong smell of alcohol, an old undead in a gray robe, short in stature, scruffy, unscathed, and like a beggar entered.

The old beggar had a rope in his hand and dragged a large barrel of oak for wine, and the old beggar came in and put the barrel to the door, and then went from table to table with a smile on his face.

The dirty and sloppy old beggar naturally ignored him, and the guests at several tables waved their hands as if they had seen a plague god, and the old beggar was not annoyed, and walked to the next table with a smile and continued to beg for wine.

The old beggar seemed to be a regular customer of the tavern, and the maids and tavern keepers did not chase anyone away.

By this time, the old beggar had already seen the table of Ron and Char, his eyes lit up, and he came over.

"Dear Death Knight...... Thy courage shines like an eternal light on the entire Lord's plane......"

As soon as the old beggar came, he desperately praised Char, but on the other side, he stared at the half-drunk rum in front of Char with drooling, I have to say that this guy's eloquence is good, but he was interrupted by Char only halfway through speaking.

"Go, go, go...... Don't bother me, I'll kill you with a sword if I come again!"

Char was not angry, and when her apricot eyes glared, she was about to get angry.

"Uh......"

The old beggar's many words of praise were rejected by Char, and he saw through his tricks, so he had to smile wryly, and was about to leave, but was stopped by Ron.

"Sir, do you want to drink?

Ron said, pushing the glass in front of him, which was still full of inferior rum, and when he saw the old beggar, Ron remembered his grandfather and couldn't help but feel sympathy.

The old beggar's eyes lit up, and he said with great joy, "Thank you, thank you so much, respected Mr. Necromancer, you are the most generous person in the world......"

After saying that, he bowed respectfully and walked away with his glass.

The old beggar sat carefully in an oak barrel larger than his head with a cup larger than his head, and tasted the wine.

After drinking, this guy threw the wine glass in his hand and actually fell asleep in the barrel......

It turns out that this barrel is his home......

"This drunkard ......"

Ron couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw this scene, he had seen a lot of alcoholic guys, but this was the first person who lived in an oak barrel.

Char frowned, "Why hasn't this guy Kronia come back yet?"

As she spoke, Cronia pushed the door open from the tavern and walked in, her face so depressed that she drank the rum in front of her as soon as she sat down.

"I can't find it, I don't know where this guy has gone, I've searched several streets, but I can't find it!"

"Forget it if you can't find it, it's the same if you find out the news yourself, isn't it just how many orc troops are deployed in the Forgotten City?" is a very simple matter......" Ron said comfortingly.

"It's different!" said Cronya, her red eyes, "this guy is very well-informed, and he knows something we can't find out......

"Who is he?" asked Ron curiously.

"He was a prophet with certain powers of foreknowledge...... We call him the Barrel Wise ......" Cronia was as she said, when she settled down, saw the barrel in a corner of the tavern, and exclaimed, "Hell, I searched the surroundings and couldn't find it, but I didn't expect this guy to ...... here."