In this lifeless underground city with no entertainment and the smell of preservatives everywhere, Anveena 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, but Now I find sadly that it would be too bad if the only thing left in life is eating, sleeping, waking, and eating all the way to the coffin.
Now Anveena and I are sitting in a cave in the Undercity—although the owner calls it the living room, I insist that a dug out of the ground has no basic beams and the only furniture is The stone table in the center should be called a cave rather than a living room. Across from us sat two skeletons that looked identical to me except for size and finish but were in fact a couple. In front of us, the weird combination of two skeletons, a ghost and a living person, there is a small pile of papers with twisted symbols.
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 deck of playing cards that I worked so hard to make was almost taken by An Wei Na Throwing away the fragments of runes containing the power of ancient curses made by conjurers—if these small pieces of paper were made by her sister, then Anveena's conjecture is surprisingly true.
Although things like playing cards can only slightly alleviate the terrible boredom for me, for the skeleton couple in front of us, this simple and novel wonderful game that even the undead can be intoxicated with is simply a miracle. A great invention that subverted the entire entertainment industry. Although they couldn't understand the meaning of the weird symbols on the pieces of paper, and messed up the rules of the entire poker game, this couple of skeletons still played with us for nearly a month with great interest. In the morning, Anveena and I have covered their ribs with small notes, and the breeze blows waves like a spring field—it seems that the punishment method we agreed at the beginning was to stick small notes Rather than drinking cold water, it is simply too wise. Although the stomach capacity of these skeletons is zero, at least they have a large enough body "surface" area. Such a unique body structure is really good news for the majority of poker lovers...
"To be honest, your love is really touching. I thought the Forsaken were cold-blooded and dark guys." When I finally succeeded in completely burying the skeleton brother opposite with a small note, I clapped my hands, Stand up and say so.
Then the wastebasket guy opposite me proudly raised his head and clicked his chin to express his pride to me, and then the skeleton girl sitting next to him could tell at a glance that she was very proficient in the application before her death. The same handy knife hit the skull brother Tianling cover, and immediately messy notes flew all over the place.
I really couldn't understand what a bunch of rhythmic clicks meant, so I had to ask for help from the humanoid searchlight next to me who could understand the other person's thoughts because they were also undead: "Anveena, translate."
The little ghost immediately stopped the little trick of changing my cards secretly, and with a flash of inspiration, he said firmly: "He said: Gina will always be my true love, even if I smash this skeleton, I will use all my Soul to accompany her."
Hearing this sentence, the Skull Sister in front of me immediately lay down in Brother Skeleton's arms shyly and infinitely, and the latter also gave him a long hug in cooperation - not soon, because the ribs of the girl are pinned together.
Watching two skeletons stage a love movie in front of my eyes, I just feel chilly all over. If this scene is going to be played in a movie theater, how many ignorant children will cry in one minute! But it might be better to put it in the movie theaters of Tianchao. Even if a horror movie of this level can be released, it has to be edited from a two-hour full version to a half-hour trailer. Basically, there is nothing left after the cast and theme song are played. up.
By the way, how did my thoughts get here
Through these two days of contact, my impression of the Forsaken has basically changed drastically. Although they have a dark side, they also have a heartwarming guy like the skeleton couple in front of us that makes people cry. , This is completely different from the undead kingdom in my impression, but it is right to think about it, no matter how evil and crazy a race is, it must have its bright side. If he doesn't think about anything else at all, then the future of this race may be really dark, and Cirvanas will become the most failed leader in history, because that kind of race has fundamentally lost the ability to grow and develop. possibility.
Well, digressing again.
After finally pulling each other's 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—then his jaw continued to click, and Anveena didn't need me to order Simultaneously translated on the side: "The arrival of the undead disaster 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, 7% of Lordaeron Ten percent of the human race has turned into the soil of Tirisfal, and the remaining 30 percent find it difficult to find their relatives and friends and become lonely living dead. I was lucky to find Gina, even though she had changed It's like this, but at least we're together again."
The Forgotten are very lonely, the whole world has excluded them, many of them can only seek their little sense of belonging in this way, and more people curl up alone in this dark underground In the city, or use fighting and wandering aimlessly to anesthetize yourself, and let the dark thoughts that keep growing in your heart grow stronger, this is a very bad situation, if this continues, sooner or later, the entire Forsaken race They will all be completely insane, swallowed by resentment and loneliness, I am afraid that they will really become the resentful spirits in Cirvanas' mouth.
Perhaps Sylvanas had thought of this a long time ago, so she also regarded our Salvation Army plan as a glimmer of hope, a hope that can prevent the Forsaken from becoming crazy wraiths in isolation and hatred.
Even though I know that even if we don't show up, with Sylvanas' ability, she can solve this problem.
Just when the sense of boredom hit again, and Anveena also started to entertain herself with nothing to do, I decided to find something to break the dull atmosphere, and I remembered that The skeleton soldier who brought us to the dark city always carried a silly little zombie with him.
"Do you know Zaken? He always seems to be wandering around the Undercity with a little zombie."
I tossed the cards in my hand, stretched my waist and asked.
"Of course we do. We used to be neighbors. The little zombie he always brings with him is his daughter."
My half-stretched waist stopped abruptly, and then at least six sphincters in the waist, back, and shoulders all expressed a strong desire to continue this lazy waist that could not be fully stretched. Unfortunately, there is no central nervous system to coordinate these muscles to work independently. In the end, it became a mess under the battle, and the chaos of the situation was like the second ring road at 5:30 in the afternoon.
"Nana... hurry... I'm out of breath..."
After Anwena's frantic rescue, I recovered with lingering fear. This is really funny. I, a dignified head of the empire, was almost killed by myself.
Well, the head of another empire was almost killed by a piece of cake back then.
When I recovered, Brother Skull in front immediately took Sister Skull's hand, pointed at me, and clicked his chin.
"Honey, look, having meat is not necessarily a good thing."
"Anwena, there is no need to translate this."
Zaken's story is as simple as any I, a former otaku who has been poisoned by various novels, can imagine for a moment, and Zaken's story is also very poignant, just like the story behind every Forsaken The story is just as sad.
Zakon used to be an ordinary scout in Lordaeron's army. Although his military rank was not high, he lived a good life with his rich experience and one or two battle exploits. , just like the unexpectedly popular young man who is used as a dragon armor in most novels and has a small success in his career, he has a wife who loves him very much and a lively and lovely daughter—such a simple and happy life Life continued until the Scourge of the Undead came.
After the war began, Zaken was ordered to participate in the battle between humans and the Scourge, and was thrown into the front line. His luck was very bad. In the second day of the battle, he was pierced through the heart by a ghoul's claw...
After waking up as a Forsaken, Zaken found that his former homeland had become a devastated ruin in the ravages of the plague.
Such a blow almost completely collapsed Zaken, and almost reduced him to a crazy undead creature. In fact, nearly half of the Forsaken will become dominated by revenge and killing after regaining their free will. corpse, and was eventually wiped out by Sylvanas, and Zaken almost followed this path.
Perhaps it was God's will, when Zaken, who was in a trance, was thrown into the cellar to die slowly, he saw a little zombie who had no mind and looked demented.
On this little zombie's neck, there is a delicate little pendant, which has a small letter carved by him that he will never forget - for Nina, my favorite daughter.
The little girl's spiritual power is too weak. Even though the power of the Lich King has left, her consciousness has already dissipated under the invasion of the strong spiritual power. What is left is only the instinct to follow Zakon .
From then on, behind the silent skeleton soldier Zaken, there was a little zombie who was always dumb and used to pass on messages.