Among the three main cities of the tribe, the Undercity is undoubtedly the most distinctive. Although it is easy to get lost with its strong layered design, it prevents people from missing every detail of the city, especially the connection between the upper and middle parts of the city.
The large ring on the lower three floors is the financial center of the entire city of the undead. It can be seen from almost any corner of the Undercity.
Regan naturally knew that the reason why Sylvanas built the surrender platform here was simply to increase the people's confidence in her rule. Although the Forsaken appeared to be united on the surface, there was already an undercurrent surging underneath.
This is evident from the struggle between Nathanos and Varimathras
"Legen!" Sophie's clear voice interrupted his thoughts. He saw the elf girl running towards him from a distance. Roxas and Sam behind him also yawned and waved, looking like they had not slept well.
"Ho!" Regan felt his chest sink. Sophie plunged into his arms and tightly hooked his neck with her hands.
"Why did you come back? You're really worried about me!" the girl protested with her lips pouted, ignoring the curious eyes around her.
"I would like to come back as soon as possible," Reagan explained fondly while hugging his coquettish lover, "but it takes two hours to walk here from the monastery, right?"
"Excuse me for disturbing you, Knight Regan, but this should be the partner you mentioned before." Herod and White stopped, looking at the elf half gratefully and half curiously.
"Oh, I forgot to introduce you to everyone," Reagan put Sophie down with a smile and pointed at the exhausted orcs and Sam, "Except for this elf lady named Sophie, the orc warriors and human knights over there are
He is also my companion...well, a companion who depends on me in life and death!"
"I'm not his partner!" Sophie winked mischievously, took Regen's hand and added sweetly, "I am his fiancée Sophie. Chenwu, nice to meet you."
"This is our honor, dear lady," White and Herod bowed respectfully and saluted, which shocked the elves. "If it weren't for your noble spirit of sacrifice, maybe we would have turned into Tirisfal at this moment.
The blood of the Scarlet Crusaders will always be grateful for your great kindness!"
"No, no, we actually didn't do anything..." Sophie said a little shyly. Although she was a hostage for one night, the queen came to play chess with her in person. This is completely in line with the "noble spirit of sacrifice"
Not up there
"Speaking of which... Sylvanas didn't do anything to you," Regan looked at Sam and Roxas who were in low spirits with some confusion, "Why do you look like you haven't slept well?"
"Hey, don't mention it!" Roxas wiped the shit from his eyes and complained with a grimace, "It's not just that your wife wanted to play chess, but it made little Sam and I spend most of the night looking for materials for her. What's even worse is that
What’s more, I’ve never seen any of those chess pieces, and I still have to figure out how to carve them out. Don’t you think this is frustrating?”
"Damn green skin, you are the first to complain! Who said you need to find something to do when you are bored? I have provided such perfect entertainment props, why don't you thank me!" Sophie threatened with almond-shaped eyes.
"My ancestors, little Sam can testify that I didn't even touch that damn chess!" the orc shouted aggrievedly, "It was you and that queen who played the game the whole night, and little Sam and I were even beaten by her guards.
He was kicked out of the room and had to spend the night in a shabby and smelly little hotel... Look, Sam still smells like a corpse now."
"Uh...Uncle Locke, but I already have a bit of a smell..."
"Oh, really, haha...just pretend I didn't say anything"
Regan looked at the two living treasures helplessly, turned his head and smiled apologetically at White and Herod: "That's just their personality, I hope you don't mind."
"Of course, Mr. Regan, only such a true-hearted warrior is worthy of being your partner," White said with a smile. Although she was a little surprised as to why Regan met so many strangers, this was obviously not a good time for small talk.
The area around the landing platform gradually became lively, and undead officers entered the ring one after another, just waiting for the final appearance of the Queen of Darkness.
"Please be quiet!" Varimathras' low and penetrating voice sounded on the stage, and the surrounding noisy voices instantly disappeared without a trace.
"The great Lord of Lordaeron, the King of the Forgotten, the ruler of the Undercity, and the Ranger Queen—Her Majesty Sylvanas Windrunner has arrived!"
Following the direction of the Dread Lord's palm, Sylvanas appeared in everyone's field of vision wearing a black hunting suit. Her lotus steps seemed to carry a charming power, attracting the attention of all creatures present, even
The Crusaders, who have always spurned the undead, are no exception.
"Holy light, who can tell me whether she is a dead person..." Herod's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe that that beautiful body was actually the body of an undead that had been dead for many years.
"Tsk tsk...this bitch's foxy skills are really good," Roxas glanced at the demented Herod and said to little Sam beside him, "I just charmed a paladin, and now I've charmed a crusader."
…”
"Watch your words, orc," Nathanos appeared silently behind him and said sneerly, "Although you are Regan's friend, it doesn't mean you can spit shit unscrupulously. In the Undercity,
Anyone who slanders the queen will suffer the punishment of having his tongue cut out. I hope you will be smart and not let yourself be the first orc to suffer this punishment..."
"Tch, who are you trying to scare...Uncle Roxas, you are not afraid of this kind of childish intimidation!" The orc glared back hatefully, as if he didn't care about the reputation of the Wither.
"Okay, Roxas, just calm down," Regen looked at the orc helplessly and reminded in a low voice, "Chief Thrall has no control over this place, and there's nothing you can do even if you are dragged to make hateful materials.
Reason!"
"Uh..." Roxas shuddered and glanced at Nathanos guiltily, "That's not all... we are allies in name only! Is this guy so cruel?"
"Hmph, you can't say for sure, my orc allies..." The Witherer gave a weird smile that was extremely cooperative, making Roxas's hair stand on end.
"Okay! I give up, Lord Blighter." The orc hurriedly changed places with Sam, fearing that this guy would really drag him to the alchemy room as a test subject.
"Childish..." Ragen rolled his eyes, trying not to look at the dumbfounded orcs, but focusing on Varimathras' long speech on the stage.
Although this kind of parallel writing is meaningless in itself, he is very interested in the deep and magnetic voice of the Dread Lord - of course it is not out of any special hobby, but the other party's peculiar tone and frustration are very exciting.
Yi was addicted and looked around at the undead. Except for the queen and a few powerful men, most of them were listening attentively to what should have been boring speeches. This situation was not normal anywhere.
Regan lowered his head thoughtfully, tapping the hilt of the sword with his fingers in time with the words of the Dread Lord, as if he was immersed in some kind of memory.
However, Herod, who was walking up to the surrender platform at this moment, was not in such a leisurely mood. He listened to Varimathras read out the surrender letter as if with a light on his back. The command knife in his hand that he was about to surrender had already been squeezed out of water. If it hadn't been for the man behind him.
Thousands of unarmed brothers, maybe he has already drawn his knife and slashed at the chattering demon
"...In view of this, Her Majesty the Queen is determined to accept the surrender of the Scarlet Crusade to avoid its total destruction!" Chief Varimathras finally read to the end of his speech, "But this organization has killed countless people and has been forgotten.
Civilians cannot escape the death penalty. At the request of the Royal Apothecary Society, except for the two leaders, the remaining ordinary soldiers will all be thrown into the coolie camp to atone for their earlier mistakes with endless toil..."
Herod, who was about to hand over the command sword, was stunned for a moment, and Regen suddenly raised his head and looked at the expressionless Queen of Darkness.
"Your Majesty, I object to this resolution!" Nathanos frowned and walked out, looking at the thousands of surprised and angry Crusaders with worry, "As one of the resolutions agreed with Knight Regan, release these
Warriors are the prerequisite for them to leave Lordaeron, and I don’t think we have to make a disgraceful act of regret just because of some people’s sneaky slander!”
"Lord Wither, what exactly are the slanders you are talking about?" Varimathras put away the parchment in his hand and asked in a deep voice, "The opinions of the Apothecary Association have been reviewed by the Parliament and have also been approved by His Majesty.
The approval has now become a formal decree, what else do you have to question?"
"Then you mean, these soldiers who have been forced to abandon their dignity will still lose their lives in this city?" Nathanos jumped onto the surrender platform and asked loudly
"If you are willing to understand it this way...it is actually not wrong," Varimathras said without shying away from the crusaders present. "You can ask the compatriots around you how many of their relatives and friends have died under these butcher knives.
, even if you, Nathanos, promise to let them go, the two hundred thousand Forsaken in the Undercity will not agree!"
"Yes! Don't let these murderers go! Let them pay with blood!" Someone shouted, and people from all directions in the Undercity followed suit.
"Kill them, kill them!" The guards on duty around them also began to stir, pulling out their weapons and staring at these humans eagerly, while the Crusaders began to gather slowly, nervously staring at the angry undead around them.
"Quiet!" Nathanos shouted, suppressing almost all the noise. He took a few steps forward with a sullen face and knelt down on one knee towards the Queen of Darkness.
"Your Majesty, I am not defending these human beings who have done many evil things in the past. However, once the butcher knife is raised, we will lose a potential ally and add more enemies that we are unwilling to face. This will be harmful to your upcoming Northern Expedition plan.
There is no benefit at all, I think this is absolutely impossible, your Majesty, please think again!"
"I didn't expect that the Blighters in the Mega Continent would sometimes be afraid," Varimathras said mercilessly without giving up any opportunity to attack his political opponents. "A group of low-level creatures can actually become allies in your eyes. This
It’s so funny…”
"That's enough, Varimathras!" the Dark Queen, who had never spoken, rebuked coldly, interrupting the demon's annoying cynicism.
"Nathanos, I know what you are worried about, but these cannot be reasons for us to easily forgive these sinners," the Queen raised her hand to stop his explanation, "You did not get anything from your previous deal with Regan Knight.
Guarantee, and I have not given you the corresponding power. These so-called conditions are the result of your private discussions. Neither Undercity nor I will recognize them, so these Crusaders must pay the price for their actions!"
The Queen's words shattered the last hope in Herod's heart. He and White looked at each other, and then nodded to the men behind them, determined to fight to the death to make these forgotten people pay the price for breaking their promises!
The surrounding undead also smelled the unusual smell and stared at the lambs to be slaughtered vigilantly to prevent them from jumping over the wall in a hurry.
And in this atmosphere thick with gunpowder smoke, a voice with strong sarcasm clearly reached everyone's ears.
"I originally thought that only natural disasters would kill prisoners, but I didn't expect that the Forsaken are no less good. It seems that the undead are all the same as birds, and there is no difference at all!"
Everyone looked around in shock and anger, only to see Ragen folding his arms leisurely, looking at Sylvanas provocatively, with disdain in his eyes.