In this lifeless underground city that was filled with the smell of preservatives, Anveena and I spent two days just eating and waiting for death. Although eating and waiting for death had always been my biggest goal in life, I now sadly realized that if life was really only left to eat, sleep, and eat all the way to the coffin, that would be terrible.
Now, Anveena and I were sitting in a cave in the Undercity. Although the owner of this place called this place a living room, I still insisted that a place that was dug out from the ground without even basic beams and the only furniture was a stone table in the center should be called a cave and not a living room. In front of us sat two skeletons that looked exactly the same except for their size and cleanliness, but were in fact a couple. And in front of us, a strange combination of two skeletons, a ghost and a living person, was a small pile of paper with crooked symbols drawn on it.
Alright, my original plan was to make a deck of poker cards, but it turned out that my drawing skills weren't much better than my sister's. To the extent that this deck of poker cards that I painstakingly made was almost thrown away by Anveena as some kind of rune shard that contained the power of an ancient curse. If these small pieces of paper were made by my sister, then Anveena's conjecture was astonishingly accurate.
Although poker cards could only slightly alleviate my boring feeling, to the skeleton couple in front of us, this simple yet novel game that could even intoxicate the undead was a great invention that toppled the entire entertainment industry. Even though we couldn't understand the meaning of the strange symbols on the paper, and they messed up the rules of the poker game, the skeleton couple still played with us excitedly for almost the entire morning. Now, their ribs were densely covered with small pieces of paper by me and Anveena, and when the breeze blew, it undulated like the spring plains. It seemed that the punishment we agreed on at the start was to stick small pieces of paper and not drink cold water. Although these skeletons had zero stomach capacity, at the very least, they had a large enough "surface" area. Such a unique body structure was truly a blessing for poker lovers …
"To be honest, your love is really touching. I thought the Forgotten were all cold-blooded and dark people." After I finally succeeded in completely burying the skeleton with the small pieces of paper, I clapped my hands and stood up.
Then, Brother Paper Basket proudly raised his head and clicked his chin to express his pride to me. Then, Sister Skeleton, who was sitting beside him, used this move that I could tell she was extremely familiar with when she was alive, and even after death, she struck the top of Brother Paper Basket's head with her hand. Instantly, messy pieces of paper flew all over the floor.
I really couldn't understand the rhythmic clicking sound, so I could only ask for help from the humanoid searchlight, who was also an undead creature and could understand the other party's thoughts. "Anveena, translate."
The little ghost immediately stopped her small action of secretly switching my cards. Her body flashed with light and she said in a serious tone, "He said, 'Gina will forever be my true love. Even if I shatter this skeleton of mine, I will use my entire soul to accompany her.'"
Hearing this, Sister Skeleton in front of me immediately shyly lay in Brother Paper Basket's arms. Brother Paper Basket cooperated and gave her a long hug — it couldn't be too long, because his ribs were pinned together.
Looking at the two skeletons acting out a love scene in front of me, I felt a chill run down my spine. If this scene was placed in a movie theater, how many ignorant children would cry in a minute! However, it might be better if it was placed in a movie theater in the Celestial Empire. For a horror movie of this level, even if it could be shown, it would have to be edited from the full two-hour version to a half-hour trailer. Basically, after the cast list and the theme song, there wouldn't be much left.
Speaking of which, how did my thoughts end up here?
After these two days of interaction, my impression of the Forsaken had basically undergone an earth-shattering change. Although they had a dark side, there were also heartwarming fellows like the skeleton couple in front of us. This was completely different from my impression of the Undead Kingdom. However, thinking about it, no matter how evil and crazy a race was, they would definitely have a bright side. If the entire race sank into hatred and fanaticism, to the point where they didn't consider anything other than revenge, then the future of this race would truly be dark. Cirvanas would also become the most failed leader in the history of the Forsaken, because such a race would have lost all possibility of developing and growing.
Alright, I digressed from the topic again.
After pulling our ribs out of each other's bones with much difficulty, Brother Skeleton in front of me gave me an awkward smile — I guess it was an awkward smile — before his jaw continued to clack. Anveena didn't need me to instruct her to translate at the same time. "The arrival of the Undead Calamity destroyed many families. Many of them stood up again and became members of the Army of Destruction. When the Lich King's rule ended, 70% of the humans of Lordaeron had already turned into the soil of Tirisfal. The remaining 30% found it difficult to find their friends and family from when they were alive, thus becoming the lonely living dead. I was very lucky to actually find Gina. Although she had already become like this, at least we were together again."
The Forsaken were very lonely. The entire world had already excluded them. Many of them could only search for the little sense of belonging that they had left. Most of them curled up in this gloomy underground city alone or used battles and aimless wandering to numb themselves, allowing the dark thoughts in their hearts to grow stronger. This was a rather bad situation. If this continued, sooner or later, the entire Forsaken race would completely descend into madness. Devoured by resentment and loneliness, they might really become the vengeful spirits that Cirvanas spoke of.
Perhaps Cirvanas had already thought of this, which was why she treated our Salvation Army plan as a glimmer of hope, a hope that could prevent the Forsaken from turning into crazy vengeful spirits amidst their hatred and isolation.
Even though I knew that even if we didn't appear, with Cirvanas's abilities, she would have a way to solve this problem.
Just as boredom struck me again, and An Weina began to amuse herself with her body flickering in and out of boredom, I decided to find a topic to break the dull atmosphere. For some strange reason, I recalled the skeleton soldier who had brought us to Undercity, the one who always had a silly little zombie with him.
"Do you know Zarken? He seems to always have a little zombie with him as he roams around Undercity. "
I tossed down the cards in my hand and stretched lazily as I asked.
"Of course I know him. We used to be neighbors. That little zombie that he always brings with him is his daughter."
My stretching suddenly came to an abrupt halt. At least six sphincter muscles in my waist, back, and shoulders simultaneously expressed a strong desire to continue stretching even though I hadn't been able to fully stretch my waist. Unfortunately, without the coordination of the central nervous system, these muscles fought on their own and ended up in a mess. The situation was as chaotic as the Second Ring Road at 5: 30 in the afternoon.
"Nana … hurry up … I'm having a chest ache …"
After Anveena frantically tried to save me, I finally managed to catch my breath with lingering fear. This was hilarious. I, the leader of an Empire, was almost killed by my own stretching.
Well, back then, another Empire leader was almost killed by a piece of cake.
When I came back to my senses, Brother Skeleton, who was in front of me, immediately pulled Sister Skeleton's hand and pointed at me, his chin clicking.
"Dear, look, having meat isn't necessarily a good thing."
"Anveena, there's no need to translate this."
Zaken's story was very simple. It was as simple as a story that I, a former otaku who had read all kinds of novels, could imagine in an instant. Zaken's story was also very heart-wrenching, just like the story behind every Forgotten Person.
In the past, Zaken was an ordinary scout in Lordaeron's army. Even though his military rank wasn't high, he was able to live a decent life by relying on his rich experience and one or two moderate military achievements. Just like in most novels, he was unexpectedly popular and had a successful career. He had a wife who loved him very much and a lively and adorable daughter — — This simple and happy life lasted until the arrival of the Undead Calamity.
After the war started, Zaken was ordered to participate in the battle between the humans and the Calamity Army and was sent to the frontlines. His luck was terrible. On the second day of battle, his heart was pierced by the claws of a Ghoul …
When he awoke as a Forgotten Person, Zaken discovered that his former home had become a desolate wasteland that was ravaged by the plague.
Such a blow almost caused Zaken to collapse completely and he was almost reduced to a crazed Undead Creature. In fact, almost half of the Forgotten Person who regained their free will would turn into Zombies driven by revenge and slaughter. In the end, they would be destroyed by Cirvanas and Zaken almost walked down such a path.
Perhaps it was the will of the heavens, when the absent-minded Zaken was thrown into the cellar to slowly die, he saw a mindless, seemingly slow-witted little Zombie.
On the neck of this little Zombie, there was an exquisite little pendant. On the pendant, there were small words that he would never forget, carved by himself — — To Nina, my most beloved daughter.
The little girl's mental strength was simply too weak. Even though the power of the Lich King had already left, her consciousness had long dissipated under the powerful invasion of the mental strength. All that was left was her instinct to follow behind Zaken.
From then on, behind the silent Skeleton Soldier Zaken, there was a little Zombie who was always slow-witted and used as a messenger.
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