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CHAPTER VIII KULERMAN FASHION

Locke did not rush to answer, but looked at the simple camp carefully and checked the surrounding environment.

The windmill in front of me was squeaking, the fan surface of the fan was already ragged, the support skeleton of the entire windmill was rusty, and some places were about to fall, and it was probably just a strong wind, but even so, the windmill was still squeaking rhythmically.

There is a door at the bottom of the windmill, and the door is closed, and I don’t know what is inside.

In the open space in front of the door, there was a dug bonfire. The fire was not lit, and there were some firewood in a mess around, and some jars were still around the fire.

However, one thing that is certain is that this windmill town is built on the top of the mountain. There is a road leading straight to the bottom of the mountain. Locke can even see the house at the foot of the mountain from afar. The road that Locke came from was another road leading to the top of the mountain, but there were many trees and dense forests, and the mountain on that side was not very steep and there was no appearance.

He stood here and could faintly hear the sound of waves slashing against the reefs.

"You haven't answered my question yet. Humans, without confirming the degree of threat, my patience is limited." The mysterious man pulled out the dagger at his waist and fiddled with it in his hand. The dagger sometimes doesn't exist in his hand, like a magic trick.

If nothing unexpected happens, he should be the Forgotten One, and that will be easier, Locke thought to himself.

"Relax your friend, don't be nervous. Can I call you a friend?" Locke threw down his sword, sat in front of the windmill, shrugged and said, "At least you saved my life, didn't you?"

The dagger in the mysterious man's hand was flying, as if he hadn't heard it.

"My name is Locke. Harvey, who is from Jingmi Town. Now Jingmi Town may no longer exist. I was originally escorting my mother and friends to Fireplace Valley, but I was attacked by the damn undead on the way. Then, you can see what happened later, roughly this is what it is." Rock felt that since he came to this world and inherited everything about Harvey, there was no need to change his name. It would be meaningless to change Zhao Ritian's name.

The mysterious man hid his dagger like a magic trick. Locke widened his eyes and didn't see where he was hiding. Is there anything like a black bag in the game?

"Do you still have friends? In this abandoned town?" the mysterious man pointed to the outline of the town in the distance and asked.

"No more, I am the last person behind the palace, and the rest should have gone to Fireplace Valley."

The mysterious man pondered, and for a while he didn't speak in his hoarse chest voice, and the atmosphere became a little awkward.

"Do you have something to eat here? I haven't eaten in a day."

After waiting for a long time, Locke still felt that filling his stomach was a big deal.

Locke licked his mouth and didn't eat for a day, so he was really hungry.

The mysterious man did not speak, but turned around and walked towards the small door under the windmill, pushed it open and walked in.

There was a clanging sound in the windmill mill, and then the mysterious man walked out, holding a small cloth bag in his hand and threw it to Locke who was sitting on the ground.

"Eat it. Although it doesn't taste very good, it can solve your current predicament." The man in black took out a dagger and smeared it on it.

Lock hurriedly took the bag and opened it, and took out some black dried fruit from it.

"What's this?"

"This is dried pumpkin, from Banil Farm, at least that's what Shimir said. Who knew?" said the mysterious man shrugging.

Locke held the dried pumpkin half-believingly, hesitating a little. You should know that the reputation of the Forgotten One is indeed not good. There is a Royal Pharmacist Association among them, most of which are distorted undead, and often produce various toxic reagents to use humans for experiments. If this is poisonous...

The mysterious man put away his dagger, held his hands in front of his chest, and looked at Locke like this.

Lock looked at the pumpkin slices in his hand and said nothing for a long time.

Forget it and die, I will die. If he wants to harm me, I will not have any trouble bringing me out.

He looked at the pumpkin slices in his hand, which were dark and had a layer of fluff on it. Locke sighed. In this world, only strength is the cornerstone of everything, and nothing can be guaranteed without strength! If I had strength, would I still eat this kind of dried pumpkin that I had been there for a long time?

Locke took a deep breath, exhaled, gathered up the courage, grabbed a handful of dried pumpkin and stuffed it into his mouth, while his eyes closed and his face tense.

When the thing came to his mouth, he chewed it slowly and slowly became smelly.

It was a little sweet, and the dry one was a little hard. It had a dry pumpkin smell that I ate in my hometown countryside when I was a child, and a musty smell that was stored for a long time. There was nothing else. Locke swallowed it with his heart.

After a while, Locke breathed a sigh of relief and began to eat in big mouthfuls.

When the mysterious man saw this, he turned around and took some branches next to him and threw them on the ground. Then he took out two stones from somewhere to rub them. The frictional sparks fell on the pile of branches. Gradually, the branches smoked, and the fire became louder.

The mysterious man waved to the distance while observing him while eating, and signaled him to sit over.

Lock held the pumpkin bag in his hand, stood up and walked over, sitting opposite the mysterious man.

The mysterious man also sat down, then took off his hat and faced Locke who was eating dried pumpkin.

A moment before this, Locke himself was ready to witness the appearance of the forgotten person at close range, but when the forgotten person appeared in front of him, he felt very disappointed, and a feeling that the expectation was too high but the reality could not meet the requirements.

The entire head of the forgotten person once fell off due to large-scale decay, and there were cracks of varying depths on his face. The yellow head separated from the middle of the head and drooped sparsely to his ears. The upper part of the face was tightly covered with water, and the skin was pale in the area where there was skin. A large hole had appeared on the lower part of the face due to rotting on both sides of the cheeks. Locke even wanted to see the other end from this end. His chin was completely rotten, with only a trace of flesh and blood. Only the part connecting the pharynx had a large amount of muscles, black teeth, and a few had fallen off.

Although it seems a little unacceptable or incredible, Locke did not reveal it, but ate and watched with peace of mind. After thinking carefully about the baptism of so many zombie movies on Earth, he is already immune to these things.

Compared with the zombies in the movie, this Forgotten man looks pretty good.

"You are the Forgotten, are you?" Locke asked before the undead spoke.

"Humans, aren't you afraid? Also, how do you know the Forgotten?" The undead instantly raised his spirits, remembering that when he saw his human beings, they either broke down and shouted, or they were facing each other, and wanted to purify themselves. The human being in front of him did not move at all, and even revealed his identity.

"Let me talk about the first question first, why am I afraid?" Locke ate slowly, his expression on his face was very calm.

"You didn't harm me, but instead saved me. I should thank you, right?"

"The second question is, it is no secret that the Forgotten exists in the land of Tirisfalin? When you rebel from the Scourge under the leadership of the Queen Sylvanas of the Dark Queen, you had a brief alliance with Marshal Garythers. If it weren't for some of Garythers' decisions to ruin Lordaeron, perhaps Lordaeron is still the capital of humanity now? And you might still be a human."

Locke said it based on the history of the Warcraft, and these histories were verified in the memory of the dead Locke.

The undead did not speak, but savored Locke's words carefully.

Yes, if Gallithers was smarter, he wouldn't be like this.

The undead thought with a little sadness.

"My name is Kuleman Fatheon, human, you can call me Kuleman. I thought you would yell when you see me like this." The undead smiled with difficulty, with dry skin squeezing together on his face. He stretched out his hands from his coat and gestured to introduce himself.

Lock noticed that the skin of his hands was tightly pressed against the bones, and his muscles had severely atrophy. In time, he would only have a pair of bone hands that didn't even have skin.

Kuleman Fatheon Locke thought about it and seemed to have some impression, but I didn't remember it very clearly. There were too many npcs with names and surnames in the Warcraft, and I couldn't know them all one by one.

"Don't call me human, call me Locke, thank you again here. Thank you for saving me. If it weren't for you, I might not be able to get out of this town." Locke stood up, threw down the pumpkin bag, raised his right hand from his chest, to the corner of his right eye, and put his five fingers together to honor a human raised hand, not a bow. Among humans, bowing hand is mostly used for those who do not have the ability to fight. The raise hand gesture means that he is a soldier or has the ability to become a soldier.

Kullerman also stood up, crossed his hands with his chest, straightened his body and stood attentively to return a tribute to the undead, and the atmosphere slowly eased.

Locke picked up his sword and fiddled with the fire to make it more prosperous. He then brought some firewood from the side and added it in, and then began to take off his bandages and clothes under the flames.

Strangely, the wound behind it was not as painful as it felt.

Just as Locke turned his head back and observed, he heard Kullerman shouting.

"then."

A small test tube with a slightly red light came over.

Locke quickly turned around and continued the little bottle in a hurry, looking up at him in confusion.

"Healing agents can cure this little trauma on you," Kullerman explained.

Locke looked down at the small test tube in his hand, which was the same as most of the glassware on the earth, and the liquid inside was similar to the red liquid in the usual laboratory, just like the test iron spirit of chemical products.

However, the red liquid in the bottle seemed to be solidified and was very viscous. Locke threw the bottom of the bottle several times, and the red liquid inside just moved slightly.

"Drink?" Rock asked.

The undead nodded.

Without saying a word, Locke pulled out the plug at the bottle mouth and poured it into his mouth. It was strange that the almost solidified potion opened the bottle cap and quickly liquefied after it touched the air, and entered his mouth.

The mouth was greasy and didn't taste any other taste, but the effect was surprisingly good.

After a while, waves of **** came from the wound on his back, and Locke stretched his arms back to grab them.

"If I were you, I wouldn't move. Just endure it for a while and you will be as strong as before."

The words of the undead were heard into Locke's ears, and he had to put down his hand, but his back became itchy. In order to get rid of this pain, he had to divert his attention and ask Kullerman some questions.

"Kulerman, why are you here?" Locke was also very curious. You should know that there are some NPCs that don't know their purpose everywhere in World of Warcraft, in the deep mountains, in the sea, and in the desert, and one person endures the boundless loneliness.

The windmill was creaking and creaking above his head. Kuleman didn't say anything for a while. He just quietly watched the flames jumping in the fire. After a long time, he continued: "The Agamander family was once the richest family in the Tirisfalinland, and I used to work here. Of course, when I was still a human being, before the plague came. When the Scourge invaded, the Agamander family members were unwilling to leave their family. They strengthened their estates to resist the Scourge and persuaded the workers working in their family to stay and help them resist. What about us?" Kuleman made a wry smile on his face and continued: "It's simply stupid, but we are at least loyal."

"As you can see, I am now a dead soul, a forgotten person, I am now loyal to the Queen of Darkness, Sylvanas, she sent me to monitor this abandoned town, Agamand Mill, where the Scourge had traces of soldiers from the Scourge, which were seen in the past few months. The Scourge might have used this place as a new stronghold for attacking Tirisfa, and my investigation also verified the Queen's inference that there are indeed more and more undead natural disasters here, and there has been a scale of starting to be established. The Scourge's heads here are all from the Agamand family. At that time, the people of the Agamand family asked us to die under the guise of honor, but now they have become lackeys of the Scourge and entrenched in the Agamand Mill." Kuleman continued with an evil laugh and laughed: "This is simply ironic, isn't it?"

"And you!" Kullerman pointed at Locke, and his skinny fingers lit up Locke.

"Locke, you should feel lucky that you met me, and I still retain the memory of the previous human life. If other forgotten people are now on the way to Brell, the pharmacists of the Royal Pharmacists Association are happy to add a new test piece." Kuleman smiled proudly.

It was indeed a very lucky thing, Locke nodded in agreement with Kuleman's statement.

"Before you enter this town, I was monitoring Deflynn Agamand's family, the idiot who was weak and sharp-toothed during his lifetime, and he was also the first person to die by the plague. He has been a slave to natural disasters for a long time, and has been longer than everyone here. Now he is the head of this idiot. He has shown you and led his men to capture you, but I used some means to point me elsewhere. I guess he was jumping."

Kuleman was proud. Perhaps it was because of the long loneliness that made him unable to wait to find someone to talk to.

This was an accident. It seemed that I really thanked the undead. If it weren't for him, I would have been really dead.

"Kulerman, I don't know how to thank you. You not only saved me once, I can't repay you now. Please accept my respect again,"

Locke stood up again and raised his hand, and this time Kuleman accepted it calmly.

"Okay, Locke, you can sleep in the mill and recuperate for a few days. I also need to monitor the movement of natural disasters. In addition, there is clothes in the windmill, find one to put on. Your one is a bit inappropriate." Korla stood up and said.

Indeed, the bra bandage on the chest was already dirty with blood and mud.

"Wait, don't you need a rest?" Locke asked hurriedly.

"I had enough rest when I was still a dead person and lay on the ground. Don't worry about me, my friend!" Kullerman shouted the word "friend" very heavily.

"So be careful, my friend, I wish you a good journey and may the Holy Light be with you." Locke said praying with his chest in his hand.

"Is the Holy Light? I haven't felt it for a long time." Kullerman closed his eyes and spread his hands as if he was feeling the Holy Light.

"Haha, I should not ask for anything. I am the one that the Holy Light wants to punish. What Holy Light is there for something?" Kuleman tidied up his clothes.

"Stay, Locke, I'm leaving." Kullerman pulled up his cap to cover his head, walked towards the town, and gradually disappeared from Locke's vision.
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