She stood quietly on the high platform, without a throne or crown. But she still exuded a unique aura of a king, a lonely, sad, grand and worshipful aura...
Her elegant and refined face did not reveal a trace of weakness, only a shocking strength. The tight-fitting unknown leather armor did not reveal any temptation, only a formidable prowess.
1314 walked out of the crowd, put his hands on his shoulders and bowed deeply: "Your Majesty the Queen, please forgive the interruption of Ranger 1314. They brought news about Alleria."
An ethereal female voice echoed in the room. With a quiet sweep, Dong Chen discovered for the first time that these forgotten people actually showed emotions.
Yes, a nervous emotion. They looked at the queen standing tall, their soul fire jumping wildly, seeming to be suppressing, but also looking forward to it.
His indifferent eyes swept over his body. He unknowingly took out the necklace, and when the attendant took it away, Dongchen suddenly reacted.
Cold sweat instantly soaked the back of his clothes. He raised his head warily and glanced at the woman on the high platform. Dongchen quickly lowered his head.
"This woman... is so strong!"
Dongchen's alertness did not attract the Forgotten's attention at all. Except for the first time she glanced at Dongchen, the woman's eyes never glanced at Dongchen for a second time. She just stared at the necklace in the guard's hand. Watching it spread out.
The lavender light appeared, and he watched it approach him little by little, and watched it stop in front of him.
But for a long time, the woman did not reach out her hand.
The faint purple brilliance attracted everyone's attention, and in the haze, a line of small words came into view.
"To Shyvanadelin, my sister who will always love you, Alleria."
Ding!
The hand that I didn’t know when I reached out passed by in a flash.
what happened?
The crowd stared blankly at the necklace that fell to the ground, and it took them a while to react.
"Do you think I will be happy about this kind of thing? Do you think I will recall the days before becoming the Queen of the Forgotten? This thing means nothing to me. Whether it is Alleria or Shyvana Delin
, they are just dusty memories."
Glancing at the necklace on the ground again as if nothing had happened, the Queen turned her gaze to 1314: "You can take them back, Ranger."
"Yes, Your Majesty the Queen, I will take them away right now."
After bowing deeply, 1314 quickly turned around, grabbed Dongchen's wrist and left.
The team hurriedly followed. The queen looked at their disappearing figures and waved her hand gently: "You guys will go out together."
"Yes, my dear queen." After giving a deep salute, the guards originally guarding the palace filed out.
Soon, the queen was the only one left in the purple palace.
He slowly lowered his head and gazed tenderly at the necklace that had fallen to the ground. He reached out several times and could not touch it. It seemed like a short distance, but it seemed like an eternity.
"Shvanadelin, can I still have this name? Alleria, how are you?"
The emotions that he didn't want to show in front of the guards and the nostalgia for the past time of the living broke out in the empty palace.
The Forgotten have no tears, and Shyvanadelin could only bury the sadness deep in her heart that she could not express.
Facing the vengeance of genocide, she was the first to wake up from the boundless darkness. She could only overcome the fear in her heart about the identity of the deceased, and used her hatred for scientists and politicians to stay awake.
The people who woke up one after another were in despair because of their identity as dead. She could only try to help the people who woke up to recognize themselves. In order to completely solve this nightmare that troubled everyone, she called herself the "forgotten one" from now on.
"Forget or escape?"
The brief memories turned into lavender light in front of me. She stared sadly at the drop-shaped necklace. Shivanadelin sang a spell in a mournful voice. The purple light shone brightly. The group walking in the passage stopped and listened to the ethereal and familiar song behind them.
, Dongchen slowly turned around and stared at the palace shrouded in purple for a long time. He took the lead and continued walking until the singing stopped.
The patter of footsteps seemed a little heavier. No one spoke, they just moved forward silently. The song just now seemed to still be echoing in their hearts.
That song, which is enough to make the soul feel sad, not only tells the tragic fate of the forgotten, but also reveals the endless longing for the beautiful life.
At this moment, both the living and the dead should listen quietly. For themselves and for the tragic souls who died in the battle...
Walking out of the palace gate silently, Dongchen looked sideways at 1314, and suddenly found that there seemed to be something extra about her.
No, not just her, but all the Forgotten Ones that can be seen have something extra, something that cannot be explained.
"Let's go to the hotel." 1314 grinned, looking scary. But Dongchen could clearly see that it was a smile. Although it was scary, it was indeed a smile.
An undead, a smile of the forgotten.
The dead dungeon comes to life.
The statuesque Forsaken are moving slowly.
Maybe they just move their fingers and turn their heads, but they are moving.
A few guys leaning against the river plunged into the dark green water, their stiff bodies slowly becoming more flexible as they soaked in the disgusting liquid.
One roar after another, echoing continuously.
This dead underground city is alive!
The roaring like a ghost crying and a wolf howling is very scary, but it contains a joy that everyone can hear.
This joy reveals hurt, relief, and too much...
"Thank you!" A light female voice came from 1314.
Dongchen looked at her blankly.
"You can call me Night Breeze, Akali Night Breeze"
A free and confident smile, paired with a terrifying appearance, and a light-hearted female voice, it is really weird and weird.
After being stunned for a moment, Dongchen readily stretched out his hand and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Hello, Ms. Wanfeng, nice to meet you."
Withered yellow palms intertwined with flesh and blood. Dongchen found that Wanfeng's face had lost the sadness that could not be overcome in the past. Although there was still a hint of sadness and sorrow, it was much stronger than before.
What is the reason for all this? Is it just the necklace, or is it the song whose name I still don’t know?
Following the new acquaintance Wanfeng, he walked all the way to the high platform. Looking at the forgotten people who had already begun to greet each other on the way, Dongchen suddenly felt that perhaps unknowingly, he had done something great.
"Am I great?" It was rare for Christina to show her extravagant side in front of Christina, which made the little wild cat's eyes round in surprise. It was Annie who was smiling in her arms who answered first: "Brother is great!"
The clear childish voice woke up the stunned Christina. The blonde beauty smiled charmingly, took two steps with malicious intent, raised her hand to lift Dongchen's chin, and pursed the corners of her mouth: "Little man, you are great, I say
real!"
"What a stinky guy, you are a great, great orangutan!" Ai Wei'er clenched her two small fists tightly, her lips were raised high, and she could definitely hang a two-pound bottle of oil.
Vegeta, who was shot for no reason, scratched his head depressedly: "What does this have to do with us?"
"That's right." All the orangutans responded in unison.
"You deserve it!" With a proud smile still hanging on his face, the arrogant Bergobold somersaulted away.
The crowd looked at him in surprise, and a Buddha chant sounded: "Namo Fudo Bodhisattva, I am the Buddha who is compassionate."
"Have mercy on you bald man! Holy stick, my Highness will never be done with you..."