In this lifeless underground city with no entertainment and the smell of preservatives everywhere, Anweina and I spent two days together eating and waiting to die. Although eating and waiting to die has always been my biggest goal in life,
Now I sadly realize that if all that is left in life is eating, sleeping, waking up, and eating all the way to the coffin, that would be really bad.
Now Anweina and I are sitting in a cave in the Undercity - even though the owner here calls this place a living room, I still insist that it is dug out of the ground and does not even have basic beams and is the only furniture.
The stone table in the center of the place should be called a cave rather than a living room. Opposite us, sat two skeletons that seemed to me to be exactly the same except for size and finish but were in fact a couple.
In front of us, a strange combination of two skeletons, a ghost and a living person, there was a small pile of papers with twisted symbols drawn on them.
Well, my original plan was to make a deck of playing cards, but it turns out that my painting skills are not much better than my sister's, so that the playing cards that I worked so hard to make were almost regarded by Anweina as someone.
Throw away the rune fragments created by the magician and containing the power of ancient curses - if these small pieces of paper were made by her sister, then Anweina's guess is surprisingly consistent with the facts.
Although playing cards can only slightly relieve the fatal boredom for me, for the skeleton couple in front of us, this simple and novel game that even the undead can be addicted to is simply a wonderful game.
It was a great invention that overturned the entire entertainment industry. Although they had no idea what the weird symbols on the pieces of paper meant, and the rules of the entire poker game were completely confused, the skeleton couple still played with us for nearly a whole day with great interest.
In the morning, their ribs have been densely covered with small notes by Anweina and I. The breeze blows like waves in the spring field - it seems that the punishment method we agreed on at the beginning was to stick small notes.
It is simply too wise to drink cold water instead of drinking cold water. Although these skeletons have zero stomach capacity, they at least have a large enough body "surface" area. Such a unique body structure is really good news for the majority of poker enthusiasts...
"To be honest, your love is really touching. I thought the Forsaken were all cold-blooded and dark guys." After finally successfully burying the skeleton brother opposite me with a small note, I clapped my hands and said,
He stood up and said this.
Then the paperbasket brother opposite me raised his head proudly and clicked his chin to express his pride to me. Then the skull sister sitting next to him could tell at a glance that she was extremely skilled in using it when she was alive.
With the same skillful hand, he hit Brother Skeleton Tianling Gai, and messy notes flew all over the floor.
I really couldn't understand what a bunch of rhythmic clicking sounds meant, so I had to ask the humanoid searchlight next to me who could understand the other person's thoughts because he was also an undead: "Anweina, translate."
The little ghost immediately stopped secretly changing my cards, and with a flash of inspiration, he said solemnly: "He said: Gina will always be my true love, even if I smash this frame, I will use all my strength to
The soul comes to accompany her."
Hearing these words, the Skeleton Sister in front of me immediately lay down in Brother Skull's arms shyly, and the latter also gave her a long hug in cooperation - it couldn't be long, because Ya's ribs were pinned together.
Watching two skeletons performing a romantic movie in front of my eyes, I just felt chilled all over. If this scene were to be shown in a movie theater, how many ignorant children would be frightened to cry in one minute! But it might be better to show it in a Chinese movie theater.
Even if a horror movie can be released, it has to be edited from the two-hour full version into a half-hour trailer. Basically, after showing the cast and theme song, there is nothing left.
By the way, how did my thoughts get here?
Through these two days of contact, my impression of the Forgotten has basically undergone earth-shaking changes. Although they have a dark side, they also have warm and heartwarming people like the skeleton couple in front of us that can make people cry.
, this is completely different from the country of the undead in my impression, but it is right to think about it. Even the evil and crazy race must have its bright side. If the entire race is immersed in hatred and fanaticism, even in addition to revenge,
If we no longer consider anything outside, then the future of this race may be really dark, and Sylvanas will also become the most failed leader in history, because such a race has fundamentally lost the ability to develop and grow.
possibility.
Okay, I digress 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 his jaw continued to click. Anweina didn't need me.
The instructions were translated simultaneously: "The arrival of the Undead Scourge destroyed many families, and many of them stood up again and became members of the Legion of Destruction. When the Lich King's rule ended, Lordaeron was 100%
Seventy percent of the human race has turned into the soil of Tirisfal, and the remaining 30% have difficulty finding their relatives and friends in life and have become lonely living dead. I was lucky enough to find Gina. Although
It has become like this, but at least we are together again."
The Forgotten are very lonely. The whole world has excluded them. Many of them can only seek their little remaining sense of belonging, while more people are huddled alone in this dark underground.
In the city, or use fighting and aimless wandering to anesthetize themselves, and let the dark thoughts that are constantly growing in their hearts grow stronger. This is a very bad situation. If this continues, sooner or later, one day, the entire Forgotten race will be destroyed.
They will all fall completely into madness, and swallowed by resentment and loneliness, they may really become the resentful spirits that Sylvanas calls them.
Perhaps Sylvanas has thought of this a long time ago, so she also regards our Salvation Army plan as a glimmer of hope, a hope that can prevent the Forsaken from turning into crazy wraiths in isolation and hatred.
Although I know that even if we don't show up, Sylvanas will have a way to solve this problem with her ability.
Just when boredom struck again, and Anweina started to entertain herself with nothing to do, I decided to find some topics to break the dull atmosphere. By some strange coincidence, I remembered that
The skeleton soldier who brings us to the Undercity always carries a silly little zombie with him.
"Do you know Zarkon? He always seems to be wandering around the Undercity with a little zombie."
I threw down the cards in my hand, stretched out and asked.
"Of course we know each other, we used to be neighbors, and the little zombie he always brought with him was his daughter."
My half-stretched waist suddenly stopped, and then at least six sphincter muscles in my waist, back, and shoulders expressed a strong desire to continue with the stretched waist that could not be fully stretched. Unfortunately, without the coordination of the central nervous system, these muscles acted independently.
After the battle, it ended up in chaos, and the situation was as chaotic as the Second Ring Road at 5:30 in the afternoon.
"Nana... come on... I'm angry..."
After Anweina's hurried rescue, I regained my breath with lingering fear. It was really funny. I, the head of the empire, was almost killed by a lazy person like me.
Well, back then another head of the empire was almost killed by a piece of cake.
When I came back to my senses, the skeleton brother in front immediately took the skeleton sister's hand, pointed at me, and his chin clicked.
"Dear, you see, having meat is not necessarily a good thing."
"Anweina, there is no need to translate this."
Zakken's story is very simple, as simple as what I, a former otaku who has been tortured by various novels, can imagine in an instant. Zakken's story is also very sad, just like the story behind every forgotten person.
The story is equally sad.
Zarkon was once an ordinary scout in the Lordaeron army. Although his military rank was not high, he had a good life thanks to his rich experience and one or two moderate military exploits.
, just like the young, strong and successful young man in most novels who is used as a dragon in suit but is unexpectedly popular, he has a wife who loves him very much and a lively and lovely daughter - so simple and happy
His life lasted until the coming of the undead natural disaster.
After the war began, Zarkon was ordered to participate in the human battle against the Scourge and was thrown into the front line. His luck was very bad. On the second day of the battle, he was pierced through the heart by a ghoul's claw...
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After reawakening as a Forsaken, Zakken found that his former home had been turned into ruins devastated by the ravages of the plague.
Such a blow almost caused Zarkon to collapse completely and almost reduce him to a crazy undead creature. In fact, nearly half of the Forgotten people will become dominated by revenge and killing after regaining their free will due to such a shock.
corpse, and was eventually eliminated by Sylvanas, and Zarkon almost embarked on such a path.
Perhaps it was God's will that when Zakken, who was in a daze, was thrown into the cellar to die slowly, he saw a little zombie that had no mind and seemed to be demented.
Hanging around the neck of this little zombie is a delicate little pendant. On the pendant are small words that he will never forget, engraved by himself - for Nina, my favorite daughter.
The little girl's mental power was too weak. Even though the Lich King's power had left, her consciousness had already dissipated under the strong mental invasion. What was left was just the instinct to follow Zarkon.
.
From then on, behind the silent skeleton soldier Zakken, there was a little zombie who was always stupid and used to convey messages.