Chapter 727

Dim, silent, even the air is emitting a musty smell that makes people feel uncomfortable.

It's certainly not the smell of moldy food... In this place full of war and fighting, no piece of food will be put to the moldy level. Here, food and drinking water are always the most precious things.

The sky in the distance is dark without light, which is the inherent color of this land. It is said that the sun has never risen since it was slaughtered by the dead five years ago.

In Dalaran, the city of mages, I heard those gray robed mages who talked about it. They said that it was because the Lich Kel'Thuzad had cursed this land. Any hope and vitality would stay away from here. The flower of purity would never bloom in the land of sin. I understood this truth from my birth.

I still remember the scenery of my hometown, the beautiful, lazy black coast where people want to sleep with their songs, and the lights of danasus. Although there is no light at night, as a night elf, I like the night there. It's quiet, it's harmony, it's the dream home of all elves.

Instead of here, the night here will only make me feel a fear flowing in my bone marrow.

Although as a sneaker walking in the dark, I should not be afraid.

In the eyes of ordinary people, our business is not so formal. Most people associate us with thieves and robbers, but only the fellow travelers in the dark know the meaning of our existence.

Where there is light, there must be darkness. Paladins and warriors, priests and mages walk in the light. They spread hope and beauty. The filthiness in the darkness must be removed by us.

Of course, I prefer you to call me Ranger or knight errant, although I'm not interested in robbing the rich and helping the poor.

If I have the right to choose, I will never take the initiative to come to the East plague place. As I said, there has been no hope here for a long time, and no one wants to come here, but I still have to do the work. Maybe I should drop my pocket full of gold coins on the face of the fat businessman to protest that he let me come here.

But to tell you the truth, for the sake of those lovely gold coins, there are some risks. You still have to take a risk. Anyway, it's just a letter to send. Where is the danger?

Speaking of all, I think it's time for me to return to my hometown. In the past five years, I have fought with tall orcs and cunning trolls for daggers in the dark. That battle left a scar on my face, while my opponent lost his life.

On the whole, I made money, but who doesn't want a stable life? It's enough to make money anyway.

My tutors always tell me that it's not a good thing to be cranky. You have to pay enough attention to avoid the blade across your neck and get your life back in a life and death battle. But now it's not a battle, so let me think more.

Think about the good things to pass the hard time of walking in the land of pestilence.

Bored, I looked up and looked forward at the unchanging scenery, the dark sky, the front of the haze, the smelly river, and so on. Who is the old man by the river?

Why did he show up in the East plague?

I remember that four years ago, the alliance officials had sent the living human beings in the eastern plague area to the south of the mainland. Now, apart from the soldiers, there are only the dead, right?

Eh... The old man seems to have seen me. Forget it. Go and have a look. Maybe he needs help?

I put away the dagger in my hand and faced an old man with white hair. I couldn't use it. I looked at the river that was about to run dry with chaotic water.

The saldo River, which used to be the source of life in this land, has now become a source of stench full of pestilence and poisonous water.

It's really disappointing.