Chapter 103: Whose family has few relatives of the dead
"Dead souls come and go. If they have obsessions during their lifetime, they may stay for a while, but they will eventually go to the kingdom of the dead." Arthas looked up at the Royal City of Lordaeron and said with a sad smile:
"What I didn't expect was that the entrance to the World of the Dead was actually the Royal City of Lordaeron."
What exactly is the world of the dead? Arthas is very taboo about this.
Robbie maliciously speculated that Alsace himself might not understand it either.
"Guardian Medivh will never dare to die. Once he dies..."
Arthas' tone was full of resentment: "Countless souls will rush out of the world of the dead, return to the world, and tear his soul into pieces with his own hands, just like Orgrimmar. Doomhammer will end up like him."
Orgrimmar's twisted panic before his death was even deeper than the fear Thrall brought to him.
In a world of death, all living beings are equal. Orgrimmar's orcish physique lost its advantage. At the moment when he was about to die, he saw countless dead souls coming towards him. They were all the people he slaughtered.
Tearing, clawing and biting his soul until it turned into ashes, complete silence, leaving only eternal despair.
"I wonder what will happen to my father after he dies." Alsace shook his head in pain.
The two entered the city and walked on the streets of Lordaeron. They saw with their own eyes that this famous human city was completely different from what they had imagined.
The two of them seemed to be walking in an empty and silent wilderness. The streets on both sides seemed not to be buildings but to be filled with sand dunes in the desert.
There are many shops open, but you can't hear the sound of selling, and people rarely talk to each other, they are all saving their energy to stay alive.
Occasionally I encounter pedestrians who are as thin as skeletons and listless, walking very slowly, to the point of worrying, as if they will fall to the ground at the next step.
In Lordaeron during this time period, it was difficult to distinguish between the living and the dead in appearance.
The entire Lordaeron is like a slow-paced slide show, and everyone's movements are slow and mechanical.
More people are lying at home, living day by day.
Robbie saw the two mage apprentices who followed Jaina. After Jaina returned, they were expelled from the Dalar people. Now they are standing on the streets of Lordaeron, handing out magic bread to passers-by.
Pedestrians did not fight or grab, they lined up honestly, and there was no noise. First of all, they had no energy to fight. The important reason is that when hunger reaches the extreme, they lose interest in food and become dispensable.
Living is a pain.
This is a city where, in times of peace, people are starving.
Without the orcs to attack, there might not be many living people left in the entire royal city.
Perhaps the destruction lies in the hands of Silver's next search for food.
"To eat or not to eat, that is the question."
This was the longest sentence Robbie and Alsace heard since they entered the city.
A young man finished receiving a small piece of magic bread and murmured in a low voice. Looking at the magic bread, he frowned and struggled, as if he had forgotten how to eat food. He tried to take a bite and lost three teeth.
The young man slowly bent down, acting like an old man in his 80s or 90s who was suffering from diseases. He cherished his teeth and rubbed them carefully. He suddenly saw Robbie and Alsace, and let out a low exclamation.
"You are envoys from outside, right?" The young man cherished his own strength and asked in a low voice.
Among a group of humans who are as thin as skeletons, the flesh on Robbie and Alsace is as sudden as an elephant suddenly running out in the desert. In fact, Robbie feels that he is living a miserable life these days, eating magic bread all day long.
, and half of it is given to Alsace, but compared to the people of Lordaeron, they are as happy as living in heaven.
Robbie was very lucky to have brought a "spell staff" that could make magic bread, otherwise he would have gone crazy with hunger.
Alsace stared at the young man's skinny face and asked, "What do you usually eat?"
"Haha, outsiders, eat. This word is about to disappear in Lordaeron. We usually drink soaked water."
The young man grinned bitterly and said with a little pride: "These days, no one has a few undead relatives."
"What is soaking in water?" Alsace was confused.
"Only the undead can get soaking water." The young man spoke very slowly and as clearly as possible: "There are seventeen people in our family, except for me, all of them took the initiative to become undead. The soaking water we got was only enough for me.
drink."
"You haven't told me what soaking in water is?" Alsace asked again.
"The mages of Dalaran are not allowed to say it. They are already dying anyway, and they are not afraid of any shame." The young man did not dare to bite the magic bread, lest his teeth would be burped by the soft bread, so he could only lick it little by little with his tongue:
"There is a big secret hidden under Tirisfal Woods. As long as the undead bury themselves in the ground and expose their heads, something like hoarfrost will grow on their heads. After scraping it off and soaking it in water, it can satisfy their hunger. We call it
It soaks in water."
"But drinking soaked water for a long time is very problematic, and the result is that I am like this." The young man looked at his teeth, and it could be seen that he was particularly heartbroken: "Look, the people of Lordaeron are all like this."
Then take a deep breath.
"May the soul of King Terenas never rest in peace." The young man whispered.
"May the soul of King Terenas never rest in peace." The people around him said in unison.
"May the soul of King Terenas never rest in peace."
This sound gathered into a torrent ocean, spreading like a terrifying plague throughout the city of Lordaeron.
Robbie was pondering why the people of Lordaeron, who were in such a tragic situation, didn't know how to resist.
The living standards of civilians in Azeroth are similar to those in the Middle Ages in Europe.
This reminded Robbie of ancient China at the same time.
Historically, dynasties have changed, emperors have been fatuous, political corruption has occurred, eunuchs have monopolized power, land annexations, foreign invasions, etc.
These are only secondary factors.
There is only one reason that really plays a decisive role.
Not enough to eat.
A piece of land can support a fixed population. In peacetime, the population increases exponentially. When there are more people, there is not enough food to eat, which will inevitably cause chaos in the country. As a result, various contradictions are triggered, the dynasty falls into war, and the population decreases sharply.
A new dynasty was established and the cycle fell into place again.
This is the law of heaven, the general trend, which determines the historical roots of the feudal dynasty for thousands of years, and human power cannot violate it.
In the face of the hunger of the people, no matter how wise the emperor is, there is nothing he can do. Just like Chongzhen, the last emperor of the Ming Dynasty, his biggest mistake was that he was born at the wrong time.
But in Azeroth, nothing like this happened.
After thinking about it carefully, Robbie understood.
Unlike Earth, Azeroth is a world of powerful demons and powerful weapons.
There is magic, there is holy light, and there are all kinds of mysterious powers.
The Knights of the Silver Hand roam Lordaeron like a personal monster.
What's more, Medivh is as powerful as a nuclear weapon.
Resistance is futile and we can only accept our fate.
.......
In his sleep, King Terenas saw countless orcs rushing into the palace. The leader was a tall orc wearing black plate armor. He smiled horribly, opened his bloody mouth, and swallowed King Terenas in one gulp.
head of.
"Sal!"
Woke up from the nightmare, King Terenas' pajamas were soaked and covered in cold sweat.
Several palace ladies came over carrying lanterns.
Among them, the older female officer lowered her head and stared into the king's eyes with sharp eyes.
"I call him an old bastard, do you agree?" (To be continued)