Game Across the World

"Game through the world ( to find the latest chapter!

Oren received the task from Shen Chen, and because of his reputation among the Forsaken, it was not very difficult for him to complete this task.

Hearthstone returned to Carlstone, and then found a few NPCs he was more familiar with in this town.

Facing Oren’s account, the undead knew the news from the south, understood that Her Majesty Jialia had taken power, and tried to regain Lordaeron.

The undead behaved differently, they were very contradictory.

"This is indeed a good thing. If I can see Lordaeron's king flag flying above my head again in my lifetime, it will not be in vain that I reluctantly accept the body of this undead!"

"Is this true, Lordaeron will really accept us like this... ugly, corrupt undead, I don't trust them, but you are not bad, you must be able to prove this!"

"Hope this majesty really does what you said."

"With the butcher knife that Arthas wielded, just a few words from the queen, we must take refuge? Bah!"

"I will not accept that we are undead, they are human beings! Life and death, this has formed a gap that separates us from them forever! What's more, there is hatred between us..."

Obviously, many undead still have expectations for the reconstruction of Lordaeron, but they also think that this is a bit unrealistic, and they don't want to believe it easily. It is just a verbal promise of tomorrow from a deputy envoy.

However, for the long-cherished wish during his lifetime, the undead are still willing to share their past stories with Oren.

"Sitting on the top of the mill in Agamand, underfoot is a golden wheat field, listening to the magical warm wind from the elves; at the end of the line of sight, you can see the blue of the clear water lake. In summer, I often use dwarf Look at the noble manor by the lake!"

The soul fire in the eyes of the undead was beating, and a slight red was mixed in the heart of the flame, "Ahem!"

"If you can help me, keep me under the most eastern mill, hidden behind the fifth big rock, and bring the buried telescope and paintings, I would believe you!"

[Summer Rose], please bring Eddy's paintings and tools that peeped at his crush.

Several undead have different missions. Oren took them one by one, and other players who received the mission also rushed back. For a while, the small village where the undead gathered was filled by a large number of players!

Oren was about to set off, and the guild list was put on his log. "Brother Oren, can you take our team of players to complete the task tomorrow, the price is good!"

"No problem, but I can't guarantee the completion and success rate of every long-cherished task, and I must give me the gold coins in advance!"

Oren’s request is undoubtedly very excessive, but he knows very well that NPC is a rare resource, and there are not many who can accept tasks. He used to complete tasks while also getting acquainted with more NPCs. This is unique. What belongs to him!

"No problem." The guild responded quickly, and it seemed that they were equally determined.

Oren thought for a while, relieved the task at hand, and took over with the players of the guild; but soon, he realized that it was not worthwhile!

Tomorrow’s long-cherished missions, 3 are just the bottom line, and as the more long-cherished missions are completed, the level of the missions will increase rapidly, and the accumulated rewards will naturally increase!

Oren also found that the level of long-cherished wish itself is also different, the income of civilians and soldiers is not small, and if it is a rare NPC, then the reward is even more amazing!

"Sorry, I can only help you here!"

Although the guild will push the price of completing the task to the sky-high price of 300,000 magic stones or 280 gold coins.

But Oren still decided that this order would not continue. He had plenty of money. On the contrary, the task of tomorrow gave him great expectations.

The most important point is that he previously explored parts of the area east of the Undercity and found an extremely rare undead NPC that does not belong to the Forsaken, Scarlet or other forces!

First go to the mill to pick up the painting, then slowly jump off the cliff, sneak through a large number of wandering undead creatures, and then swim across the clear water lake to the island in the lake.

"I hope she's still here!" Oren thought.

The island in the lake is not small. On the side of a highland near the lake, a cave that was once occupied by murlocs. Speaking of which, the vitality of murlocs is also strong, and you can see them even in areas where the undead are infested. Figure~~

Of course, the murlocs near this cave had obviously been cleaned up, and Oren, also relying on this, found a large blank in the murloc settlement, and had a chance to find here.

At this time, there was a faint flame in the entrance of the cave, reflecting a little orange-red color on the rock wall, and Oren was delighted, "Great, she is still here!"

He tiptoed close to the entrance and came to the entrance of the cave, but Oren was afraid to enter, and cautiously tested: "Sister, can I come in?"

Probably he heard Oren’s voice, the undead in the cave also had confidence in themselves, she replied: "It's you, come in!"

Entering the cave, Oren saw an undead sitting next to a fire, her white bones were emitting moisture, and on the fire, a scorched murloc was still being licked by the flame.

If Shen Chen were here, he would immediately call out Lilian Vos, the name of this famous person; of course her name was carelessly on top of her head, and she hadn't revealed the horror side of being an undead killer.

"Obviously, Lilian has not yet emerged from the fear, sorrow, and denial of being an undead! She still has human habits, but..."

Regardless of Oren, Lilian just stared at the flames blankly. She had just gone to the camp next to the Scarlet Monastery and killed her own father.

Lilian, who had finished the killing, was a little confused. She was not sure whether she was doing the right thing. She admitted that her fear and anger had gone to her head, and she was becoming the future of Dean Gading.

As a pastor trained by the Scarlet Crusade, Lilian knew very well the hatred of the crusaders against the undead. The only thing she could not accept was that her father aimed the knife at herself.

Now that her father is dead, Lilian is in this world, and there is no last worry. All she has left is the resentment towards the Crusade concept and the hatred of the dean who killed her in the first place!

"You really went." From Lilian's expression, Oren could know that she had completed her revenge.

He had accompanied Lilian to complete several missions related to the Crusades before, but after the monster level improved, he could no longer keep up with Lilian's footsteps.

"So, who is the protagonist and the player!" Oren murmured.

Then he will tell Lilian from the news brought by Shen Chen, "I don't know whether this news is good or bad for you, but I think it's just the messenger called Tomorrow. His words are credible."

"Lordaeron..." Lilian muttered to herself. As a pastor, how could she not remember the ringing bells in Lordaeron King's City, how could she not remember the soothing light of the monastery, how could she Will not remember the scene of the people living in peace and the kingdom thriving.

She once thought that Lordaeron was over, and most people in the Scarlet Crusade thought so too. It was precisely because they could not see hope and the dawn, that they would plunge into the darkness without hesitation.

She smiled mockingly, seeming to remember, "It's too late, you know."

"I can't accept it myself. I am now this ugly appearance. My father waved a knife at me~www.readwn.com~What other people think and think; humans and undead are two separate parts of life and death. Race, unless it is... but with Arthas in front, all this is impossible!"

After the **** revenge, Lilian can better understand the prejudice of the survivors against the undead. To rebuild Lordaeron, there must be a king like Arathor the Great resurrected, and like the silver knights at the peak of the time, tightly surrounded An assistant to the king.

If this is not the case, even if the kingdom is forcibly unified by force, the civil strife between humans and the undead will be enough to drain the last trace of Lordaeron's vitality.

So before Oren could explain, she shook her head, "I am not optimistic, not only I am not optimistic about the envoy, but also not optimistic about Jialia behind him. But I think this is actually not a bad thing, maybe... "

Although Lilian is not optimistic about the ending of unity and unity, she also admits that this is not entirely bad for Lordaeron who is shrouded in darkness; this is at least an attempt and change. With the emergence of new Lordaeron, perhaps the Scarlet Crusade It will be different because of this.

"I will look at you, I will look at your envoy and the new king of Lordaeron, how to complete their plan; when you complete my task, I will take the initiative to come to you!" Lilian finished. The infiltrating shadow disappeared completely, leaving only an unopened letter.

It said: High priest Voss, left to the beloved daughter.

The letter could not be opened, but the moment he got the letter, Oren got the task.

"You got Lilian's serial long-cherished mission: [Previous Look]"

"You need to win Lilian's trust, and her past is the only emotion she has left; you need to look for the things she left when she was still a human.

Portrait (0.51), Lilian’s Code of Prayer (01), Legacy Hairpin (01). "