"Oh?"
Diego turned his head in surprise and looked at Norman.
However, he was soon relieved that some things were indeed much more convenient for a person who lived here than for outsiders.
"Yes, I've had a head wound and then lost my memory, but at Thunder Bluff, one of the Forsaken said she had seen me in Lordaeron, but she couldn't remember exactly, but she at least called out my name."
Diego gave a rough picture of what happened.
"In that case...... innkeeper muttered, "maybe you can try your luck in the Canal Zone, Oresado of the Blue Moon Grocery?"
Luca is a well-informed guy and might be able to help you. ” "However, his help is not free, but if you tell him that I introduced you there, he should give you a discount."
Norman continued.
"You'd better take the guys, it's not a peaceful place."
Anya?
Marley added.
"Don't worry, my spear hasn't seen blood in a few days, and I'm trying to wash the rust off the blade!"
The blood spear patted the spear in his hand nonchalantly, and said with a big grin.
However, a few of them still brought weapons and put on leather armor - in such an unfamiliar place, it is impossible to be too careful.
The group left the hotel and descended the stone bridge from the ring road to the ground of the city.
Even though years have passed since Lordaeron's destruction, the ventilation system in the sewers beneath the royal city is still functioning, and may not stop until its magical energy supply system is depleted or damaged.
It was still a little imperceptible on the high loop, but when it came to the lower level of the Undercity, the smell of corpses in the air suddenly became stronger.
Even after a day in the city, Diego still felt a little unbearable.
Probably because the people who entertained the living, the Norman inn was always neat and tidy, and there was no strong stench, but there were not so many people cleaning the ground below, and the disgusting rancid stench almost made people cry.
Maybe that's what the city should smell like.
Covering their noses, they walked through an arch beneath the dome to the canal that surrounded the center of the city.
Say it's a canal, but actually.
It was nothing more than a wide drainage ditch, and pus-green sewage flowed through a dark ditch into Lake Lordamere.
The once-abundant and scenic freshwater lake has long since been polluted by these plague-containing liquids, and most of the creatures inside have become extinct.
Even the few surviving Aqua Tribes have become berserk and twisted, turning into the bloodthirsty Lordamir Wild Fish.
In fact, it is not only the humans, elves, and trolls who have been infected by the plague of natural disasters and turned undead, but also some minority races, such as jackals and fishmen, have also been affected, and a clan of rotten jackals is said to be entrenched on Fenris Island in the center of Lake Lordamere, and continues to serve as minions of the Scourge legion.
Compared to other cities, the complex three-dimensional roads of the Undercity are like a labyrinth, but thanks to the signposts made of skeletons with arrows.
They walked west along the canal for more than half an hour, and finally found the Blue Moon grocery store located on the riverside.
Although most of the Forsaken have decayed and food is no longer necessary, many of the Forsaken still enjoy a few drinks, but since there are no officially open bars in the Undercity, the only Blue Moon grocery store that sells alcohol is a frequent spot for these people.
When Diego and the others arrived, there weren't many guests, except for a few forsaken people sitting at a small table in front of the grocery store.
They also found an empty table and sat down.
Bloodspear looked at the Forsaken with amusement, wondering where they had drunk their wine.
Their torn bodies don't look like they can hold wine.
"Orezado?
Luca, it's an honor to serve you.
How many of you would like to have a drink?
Soon, the boss walked up and asked.
This is a typical Forsaken, with tattered flesh and skin.
But the clothes he wore were neat.
"I know you, four aliens!"
Before Diego could speak, the boss suddenly shouted in surprise, causing the guests next to him to look over in surprise, "I've heard of you!"
The fight you fought with Meat when you entered the city has spread throughout the Undercity.
Well done, I gotta say.
You know, that abomination is the ruthless character who has overturned a whole team of Scarlet Crusaders!
” "Uh, well, that's us."
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Diego said helplessly, he glanced at the menu in the boss's hand, "You really don't want us to see that list?"
” "Oh, forgive my faux pas," said the grocery store owner quickly, and he said in such a hurry that he almost tore the thread that stitched the corners of his mouth open again—the long crack that stretched all the way to the back of his ear, and in some places even the sutures and teeth inside—he hurriedly raised his left hand, held his chin, and said vaguely, "But you know, it's been a long time since something so sensational has happened in this backwater dark city, and this event can make people talk about it for a whole month." ” "Damn, I'll have to go to Josephine to help sew again, and this is the third time this month."
He handed over the menu and said with some annoyance.
Diego flipped through it and saw that there wasn't much food or drink on it, not even a piece of parchment.
"A glass of morning dew for everyone."
Diego nodded to the first line of the menu and said.
This wine is very light, almost does not contain much alcohol, and many people usually drink it as drinking water.
However, even the most voracious of drinkers were not dissatisfied—they had something to do this time, not for the sake of drinking.
Soon, four glasses of morning dew were served.
"Hey, Luca, can you do me a favor?"
Diego called out to the grocery store owner who turned to leave.
"My pleasure, sir."
Luca said politely.
"That's right......"
Diego said briefly.
"I'm afraid I won't be able to help you, sir, I'm just a grocery store owner, and I don't have that much ability."
"Hey, buddy, don't do that, Norman asked us to come, he said you were the only one in the Undercity who could help me!"
"This old guy always gets me in trouble!"
The grocery store owner muttered helplessly, and he placed the tray in his hand on the table, then pulled over a bench and sat down.
"I can help with that, but you'll need to pay me three hundred gold coins."
Lukka said politely.
The blood spear next to him almost jumped up: "This is also too expensive!"
You know, we were introduced by Norman!
” "This is already a discounted price for Norman's sake," Lukka said slowly, "As Norman said, no one in the entire Undercity can help you except me, and the money is not all for me, I have to give some reward to the person who provides the clue, right?"
” "No problem, here are three hundred gold coins."
Diego took three money bags from the devil's cloth bag and threw them on the table.
He is well aware that no matter how low-cost an industry is, from the day it creates a monopoly, the buyer loses the bargaining power.
"Hey, man, don't fool us with bad news, you know, we're not easy to mess with."
The Blood Spear tapped the purse with the spear that had stabbed the abomination, and warned.
He had seen a lot of this kind of broker in Orgrimmar, some of them were really taking money, but some of them were liars who would only cheat and deceive, and now he only hoped that this guy was not the latter.
"Of course, if there is no news, I will return the money to you," Lukka said confidently, gently pushing the tip of the spear away, and then picking up the heavy money bag, "Also, you have to give me a portrait of you, if you don't want to stand here every day for people to admire."
He said to Diego.
"Portrait?"
Diego was stumped all of a sudden, this was not a previous life, any click in any photo studio, and a photo came out.
He really didn't know any painters or anything like that in Azeroth, and he frowned, "Where can I find a painter?"
” "Didn't you know that the Night Elves were multi-talented artists?"
Across from him, Masrae said triumphantly.
"yes, how can they pass their long boring life if they don't waste their time learning something?"
The blood spear on the side said mockingly. “……” But truth be told, Masrae's drawing skills were good, and within a quarter of an hour, Diego's image came to life on the parchment.
"Is this really me?"
Looking at the somewhat familiar and somewhat unfamiliar face on the painting, Diego asked with some surprise.
He really can't accept this kind of unrealistic painting style.
"That's right, that's you."
His friends said in unison.
The grocer took the picture noncommittally, and wrote a large line at the top of the painting with a few brushstrokes—a reward—and a smaller line at the bottom of the painting: Whoever provides the person's origin will receive a hundred gold coins.
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He paused and glanced up at Diego, "When did you lose your memory?"
” "Two years ago."
Lukka picked up his pen and added a few more words: "Don't have a recent clue." ” When he finished writing, he applied some glue to the back of the portrait and slammed it on the wall next to the door of the grocery store.
Diego noticed that there were already several similar notices posted on the wall.
"Don't get your hopes up too much, then you won't be too disappointed," Lukka kindly advised, "You know, after dying once, most of the Forsaken's memories are a little broken, and perhaps the entire Undercity's Forsaken memories may not be able to find clues about your origins. ” "Good luck to us."
Diego took a big sip of morning dew and said.
(To be continued.) )