The twitching corpse made Zhang Cheng\'s pupils contract violently. The excitement caused by the killing quickly calmed down and stared at the sudden attacker, tightening his nerves to the limit.

But before he could see what the other party looked like, he suddenly heard a girl\'s harsh scream in his ear, followed by more attackers rushing out of the darkness and attacking the masked people who hijacked the caravan. In less than two or three minutes, the blood in the stool of the humble camp flowed into a river.

All those who tried to resist, or had a tendency to resist, were ruthlessly slaughtered, and only those who dropped their weapons and knelt on the ground from the beginning survived.

Accurate, efficient, deadly and merciless

These dark shadows that wrap themselves tightly under the gray cloak, without any communication in language or action, perfectly interpret what is called intimate cooperation.

They are like a group of machines without any feelings. Even if they harvest several fresh lives, they don\'t have even a little emotional fluctuation. They quickly grab a small box full of arcane crystals.

As for the other goods on the carriage, I didn\'t even have an interest in looking at them.

There is no doubt that their purpose is very clear, that is, the Austrian water crystal that makes all Azeroth\'s intelligent lives covet, and they do not hesitate to destroy all obstacles.

With the help of the dark campfire in the camp, Zhang Cheng finally vaguely noticed unusual places, such as the strange red light reflected in the attacker\'s eyes, and the rotten smell in the air.

Although this smell is covered by more pungent smell similar to antiseptic liquid, it can be distinguished with a little attention.

"Don\'t act rashly, living..." the black figure who killed the man with a moustache made a hoarse voice that made people goose bumps all over.

"Who are you?"

While carefully testing, Zhang Cheng quietly prepared the next spell.

As long as the other party has any threatening action, he will not hesitate to knock it down the second floor balcony of the wooden house with flame impact and open a favorable distance for himself.

After all, after witnessing the creepy sneak attack just now, people with a little vigilance will not allow such a dangerous element to approach, let alone give him the opportunity to repeat his old skills.

However, the guy hiding under the dark gray cloak didn\'t seem to care at all. He continued to laugh and said in a voice like fingernails across the board: "who are we? Ha ha! I have to say, you asked an interesting question, so interesting that I don\'t know how to answer you.

The reason is very simple. The outside world has a lot of names for us. The alliance calls us the undead, just like the Scourge army led by the Lich King. They hate us, fear us and desire to destroy us forever.

But the actual situation is just the opposite. We are mortal enemies with the bastard Arthas. No race in Azeroth is as willing to give all it has to complete the ultimate revenge as we are.

As for the tribes, although they temporarily accepted us to join, they did not trust us, and even held a critical and skeptical attitude, and used us to contain the power of the alliance.

We ourselves call ourselves the forgotten, loyal to the dark queen Sylvanas... "

Hearing the other party\'s self-report, Zhang Cheng\'s already nervous nerves suddenly became more nervous, and even had an impulse to start first.

You should know that these self-conscious living dead are not the human bandits suspected of "syndicate" before. Each of them has personally experienced the tragic war, and their killing skills and psychological quality are far better than the former.

Especially when they were controlled by the Lich King, most of the forgotten people\'s hands were covered with the blood of innocent civilians, and their hearts had been swallowed up by distorted and dark feelings.

Although they are now sober, the driving force supporting them to live is never positive feelings such as love and hope, but unparalleled hatred against the scourge corps and the Lich King. For this hatred, they do not hesitate to pay all costs, even if they lose the last trace of human nature and conscience.

If you accidentally fall into their hands, being killed on the spot is definitely a relief. Those who survive will become the test objects of all kinds of terrible magic potions, plagues and limb transformation. Worse, they will be awakened from death and become a member of the cursed.

As a player who once played the role of the forgotten, Zhang Cheng would rather die than become a prisoner of the dead.

What\'s more, Sylvanas, the current dark queen, completely regards her men as a kind of revenge consumable.

In her own words, the forgotten is the arrows in the quiver. All she has to do is shoot them one by one until the Scourge army is completely destroyed.

The head of the dead undoubtedly noticed Zhang Cheng\'s mood from his changing eyes, opened his disgusting mouth and nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, it seems that you are a smart guy. You are not like other living people. You either rush up like crazy to die or scream and run away. You seem very calm, so I suggest you stand still. In this way, I don\'t have to sacrifice your precious men to kill you. Similarly, you can save your life. You know, kill one The mage is still in trouble, isn\'t he? "

"Do you think just a few living dead people can kill me? Someone tried just now, but unfortunately, he failed, and you are no exception." Zhang Cheng responded with a calm face.

Perhaps the previous crushing battle has built up confidence, or the disgust of the dead has overcome everything. In short, he feels that the tension and fear at the bottom of his heart are fading rapidly, replaced by an inexplicable calm, completely not afraid of the threat to the dialect.

"Ha ha! Do you think those mob syndicate bandits can be compared with us?"

With disdainful laughter, the shadow slowly took off his hood and showed a face like the scene of a car accident.

In particular, the dense suture on the left half and the dark green mucus exuding from the suture are like a nightmare from a nightmare. I believe that this face alone is enough to scare more than 90% of the living people.

Of course, compared with the large white larvae crawling around the eye socket, it doesn\'t seem surprising to have a stitched face.

No wonder when the forgotten person first appeared in the game, even as a member of the tribe, he still had cold relations with the other three races.

I\'m afraid that in addition to the dark style of behavior, even the orcs with rough and crazy aesthetic style will dislike it by virtue of this respect alone.

Looking at such a "heavy taste" and "restricted" picture, Zhang Cheng only felt that his appetite turned upside down for a while. The dinner he ate not long ago kept surging up, and it was possible to rush out of his throat at any time.

Fortunately, at the moment when he wanted to vomit, there was a very rhythmic sound in the distance, which made him quickly divert his attention, followed by the horse\'s roar in a few seconds.

In less than three or five minutes, a long dragon composed of torches appeared in the distance of the forest path