It only took him five or six minutes to stand in front of the dead man again. He was squatting by the side of the road, and as soon as he saw Lu Li, he immediately floated over.
Lu Li passed Thrall's order to him, then stood by the side and waited for him to read the letter.
If this quest was that simple, he wouldn't have come all the way here. As for the badge of Lost Justice, it was a complete surprise. Lu Li had another purpose.
As he was thinking, Lu Li suddenly heard a whimper. He turned around and saw the dead man crying.
"Yes … It's all my fault. If it wasn't like this …" Orcs rarely cried, except for children. For someone to cry after experiencing death, he must be very sad.
"Is there anything I can do for you?" That was all Lu Li could say. He couldn't just say that when a person died, everyone had to look forward. What kind of future did a dead soul have? Either his soul was destroyed, or he continued to wander around. Either way, it wasn't a good ending.
"Listen to me … You have to listen …" The dead man finally calmed down and said.
"Alright, I'd like to hear it too." As the quest continued, Lu Li hoped that he could free this regretful Warrior. Perhaps he just needed people to stop and listen to his story, and help him do something that was within their power.
They also set foot in the Blasted Land on such an ordinary day.
They ran on the path that exposed the black rocky ground because too many people had walked on it. They crossed the plains burned by lightning and arrived at the Dark Portal. In front of them was a demon — Razelik.
This was an existence that the soldiers couldn't defeat, but they didn't run. When facing a demon, the word "run" didn't exist in the dictionary of the Orc warriors.
They were like Don Quixote holding a sword and rushing towards the windmill. They were driven to the end of their lives by a tragic feeling of overestimating themselves.
The former warrior calmly recounted his death, and it was so simple that he only needed one sentence to describe it.
Perhaps to him, this was an insignificant matter.
Yes, he died, but his comrades suffered something even more terrible than death. This was more painful than his own death. This was also the reason why he was filled with regret and even wandered alone in this desolate land with an obsession.
Perhaps it could be said that his friends didn't die, but at the same time, they were already dead.
The souls of the 18 warriors were forcibly pulled out of their bodies by the demon and turned into walking corpses. Their souls were imprisoned, and as long as time continued to flow, they would forever be tortured and tormented.
"Adventurers, you will have to break the 18 stones … Go, free their souls … Let them escape endless torture …"
The system notified Lu Li that he had received a new quest.
Lu Li nodded silently and moved forward according to the direction of the system's instructions.
A thick fence, and a door made of sharpened logs lashed together in a row, stood open, and behind it stood a simple stone building, not more than two stories high at most. There was a small path leading to it, and there were two Ogres who seemed to be guarding it with a large club by the door.
This was the place that Lu Li was looking for.
This filthy desert in the Blasted Lands used to be a low swamp called the Black Swamp, just like the Swamp of Sorrows.
When Medivh built the Dark Portal to connect Azeroth and the Orc homeland of Draenor, the Orcs passed through the portal and started the first war. The Orc's secret magic was so powerful that it destroyed the swamp, leaving only dry red earth.
The Alliance destroyed the Dark Portal and the pollution stopped spreading, but the Blasted Lands could no longer be restored.
At that time, it seemed that the Horde didn't have enough soldiers, and the Greatmaul Ogres also passed through the Dark Portal. Unlike the Orcs, the Ogres stayed in the Blasted Lands. Obviously, they had now become the demon's minions.
Lu Li checked the Ogre's level. He expected it to be level 58. Fortunately, it wasn't level 60. He carefully approached the guards who were still unaware of him. His light footsteps didn't make a single sound, and then he passed between the two guards when they turned their heads.
Experienced Thieves wouldn't let their target's gaze fall on them, let alone make eye contact with them.
Lu Li searched for a while and finally found an Undead in the camp.
It was very unusual for an Undead to appear in the Blasted Lands. He got closer and carefully observed this guy who was standing there in a daze. It was much smaller than the average Orc, and its clothes were very ordinary. It didn't wear heavy armor, and compared to the average Warrior, it didn't even wear decent leather armor. Its whole body was wrapped in a coat made of rags. It looked like a corpse that had been hastily buried in an exposed grave in the wild.
It could only be vaguely seen that it was an Orc when it was alive.
If he went up to fight now, it would be very unwise. First of all, the Undead in front of Lu Li were actually just containers. The real Undead couldn't be killed, and if he attacked it, it would scream and attract Elite Ogres. Lu Li wasn't afraid of one or two, but there were hundreds of Elite Ogres in this Ogre camp. If he couldn't deal with them quickly, there would be more Ogre Bosses coming after him.
If he wanted to kill them, he had to destroy the green crystal that was filled with evil energy.
Lu Li knew that these were all heroes who had fought against the Burning Legion, but as someone who had been reborn, he didn't have any way to save these souls. The only thing he could do was probably to free them.
The nine servants of Razelikh were quickly dealt with, and Lu Li didn't dare to stay. He quickly rushed to the next Ogre camp. Three of Lady Sevine's servants, three of Allistarj's servants, and three of Grol's servants were also quickly completed. In the end, there were a total of 18 Undead.
Saar was a very open-minded leader. His guards included Trolls, Orcs, Forgotten Ones, Taurens, and so on. So, there were also other races that Lu Li freed. These souls could no longer communicate with him, but he seemed to be able to hear their final sigh every time. He could hear the relief in their voices.
"… Finally … free …"
This was the teammate of the Orc Undead, the teammate that he couldn't forget in the Blasted Lands. Whether it was in the game or in real life, loyalty was something that people easily recognized.
They didn't ask to be born in the same year, month, and day, but they asked to die in the same year, month, and day.
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