The Search for the Lost Life

In the next few days, Mobai and Whispering really lived a "leisurely" life.

After learning the side job to be learned, the two of them went to Yongge Forest to dig mines and pick grass in Mobai.

On the evening of the first day, when Mobai took half of the copper ore from Whispering and returned to Silvermoon City to use melting ore to upgrade sideline skill points, Whispering realized that he had unknowingly become a dedicated miner for Mobai— —marked with big two words: free.

However, it didn't matter when Whispering continued to mine until midnight and got some blood bottles and potions that were better than nothing from Mobai.

Besides, you don't have to worry about jewelry in the future, do you?

No matter what, when Whispering put on the freshly baked necklace and ring that increased blood and agility, the two officially opened Silvermoon City.

Relying on the experience gained from killing the Magic Spring Lynx and Dragon Eagle that they encountered while mining and picking grass these days, both of them have been promoted to another level. When looking at the wandering beasts nearby, the level display has become nothing. gray experience.

"Mobai, where are we going next? Qingfeng Village?" He opened the task bar and looked at the tasks he had received before, and asked in a whisper.

Those tasks are now displayed in green because their level requirements are relatively low compared to their own, which means that the experience gained after completing the tasks will be reduced.

"No." Mobai quickly rejected Qingfeng Village's proposal, without any pause in his steps.

"Where are you going then?" Whisper knew that under certain circumstances, he had to keep asking questions, otherwise Mobai might do something unexpected to make his heart go up and down.Even if he is already a skeleton, his heart can't bear such a roller coaster-like excitement!

"Go directly to the south, walk and see." Sure enough, Mo Bai's answer was full of randomness.However, this answer is actually quite passable.

"...Aren't you afraid of going where we can't go?" Whispered helplessly.

"According to the map, the only thing connected to here is the Land of Ghosts below. I don't think it's possible to go wrong." Mobai would not walk around without any reason when he decided to continue upgrading.Just the map, and the fact that the scar of death splits Eversong Forest and extends into the Land of Ghosts, is enough for Mobai to judge that they need to get there sooner or later.

"Okay, okay, you're right." Whispering nodded to admit Mobai's inference, looking at the blood elf who was walking ahead steadily, he had to admit that when he was hunting animals a few days ago, Mobai showed His skills and agility are much better than his own.It only takes 3 seconds to peel the skin, plus running to the place where Mobai is, it takes up to 5 seconds. Mobai has already killed the prey, and what Whispering needs to do is to follow Mobai and keep peeling and peeling.

Mobai, should he train himself as an aborigine here as soon as he arrives here, right?Whisper suddenly thought.

Sure enough, relying too much on the skills given by the system is not a good choice.

"Pay attention to the front." While murmuring in a trance, Mo Bai's voice sounded far away from the front side, he murmured puzzledly and raised his head, but he didn't have time to stop his feet, and ended up bumping his head against a big tree.

"Couldn't you have reminded me earlier?!" Sitting on the ground, she yelled depressingly, rubbing her forehead in a whisper, feeling a little dizzy.

Walking to the side of Whispering, Mobai looked at him: "I'm walking ahead, how could I have thought that you didn't look at the road." That expression was as innocent as it needed to be, and it was speaking of the absolute truth, which made Whispering overwhelmed. There is nothing to say.

only……

"Before you said it, you said you would hold the eggs for me. Fortunately, I didn't believe you." Mobai continued to say that the words were not so cute, and at the same time, she looked at the whispering and smooth forehead with cool eyes. , "Look, there must be seams in the bones, if the egg hasn't been smashed."

"..." Whisper stood up, patted the grass clippings and dust on the leather armor, "Let's go." He began to miss the original Mobai who cherished words like gold and never said much.

In the Eversong Forest, he walked south along the direction of the scar of death. After walking for a long time, he finally saw a figure.

But when you get closer, you can see two figures not far in front, one lying on the ground, and the other standing hunched over.

"Now it's my family." Whispering looked at the two figures clearly, said to Mobai with a smile, and at the same time quickly stepped forward to ask about the situation.

Standing is a female member of the undead tribe, of course not the one in the scar of death.They also have self-awareness and are one of the five races of the tribe.

These undead who got rid of the control of the Lich and became self-aware and united under the summoning of the Banshee Queen called themselves the Forsaken.

"Oh, look who this is, the unlucky ghost who was trampled to death by the rumors." He murmured a few words, and the female undead also noticed Mobai's approach, and judged at a glance that this was a very popular rumor that had been rumored a few days ago. The blood elf.

"She is my companion, what do you mean by that unlucky ghost?" Whispering heard the ridicule and disdain in the female undead's words, first introduced Mobai as his companion.

"Whispering sadness, I suggest you choose a more suitable companion, such as an orc or a tauren. Even a troll may be more suitable as a companion than a weak blood elf." The female undead continued, not caring about Momo at all. white feeling.

This is actually a similar idea in the minds of many Forsaken—or people in the tribe. Blood elves have been able to study for generations, and their body size is even half that of a tauren. describe.

What's more, Mobai is a "celebrity" among the blood elves.

"Besides, her luck is extremely unlucky." This time, the female undead looked at Mobai with more inquiring and interesting eyes, "I just don't know if this strange experience has caused any physical problems in my body." Mutation, I really want to take a look at your body, boil your blood and study whether there are any magical ingredients in it."

The voice of the Forsaken was already hoarse, but the words of the female undead, coupled with the unceasing laughter, made the whispering goosebumps all over her body.

Mobai, who was being stared at, just set his eyes on the lying blood elf, and could see a scratch on his bare arm, which was glowing with a strange black-green color.

"He's infected with the plague. If you don't treat him, he's hopeless." Noticing Mobai's gaze, the female undead continued to laugh like that, "I can extract the serum to save him, but you have to do it within 1 minute." It only takes 1 minute to collect all five infected blood samples."

He said it very clearly, but just looking at Mobai's eyes did not believe that she could do this.

Even whispering, I can't stand the attitude of this female undead. Although he is also a Forsaken, Mobai is his kind after all, and his relatives and distances are there, not to mention the two people who have been in contact with each other for a few days. A little friendship was established.

Mobai, on the other hand, didn't react too much, which made Whispering a little unbelievable, after all, according to what he knew in the past two days, Mobai didn't have such a good temper.

Of course, Whisper's judgment was correct.

Mobai showed a faint smile, but quickly drew the sword from his waist and threw it, the blade flew past the female undead's cheek.

"Blood elf, are you going to murder your allies?" The female undead nervously took two steps back before gaining a foothold, gasped and shouted angrily.After all, it was the blood elves who felt the increasingly dangerous situation and sought the possibility of forming an alliance with the Horde.

The Forsaken have only recently begun sending reinforcements here to help the blood elves rebuild their defenses.

The alliance that had just been established was also because the blood elves wanted something from the Horde, so it seemed weak and passive.

"How could it be?" Mobai opened his mouth with sincerity on his face, "You said it's only one minute, of course I have to hurry up and collect blood samples from the epidemic."

As she spoke, she looked behind the female undead.

Following Mobai's gaze, the female undead saw a Misty Bat, half her size, firmly nailed to the ground and screaming in pain, flapping the remaining bat's wing, but it seemed futile.

"Looks like I'm lucky." Mobai smiled and jumped up and down beside the Misty Bat, cut off its head with another sword, took a few drops of blood carefully with a crystal bottle, stood up and shook it towards the female undead. In a blink of an eye, two swords were drawn and rushed towards the Ghost Claw Lynx by the river not far away.

The movement was quick and neat, and it could be seen that the strength of the sword was not small, and there was no hesitation in killing it.

Glancing at the dazed female undead, Whisper also ran to the target on the other side.

Although he didn't have Mobai's straightforward movements and fighting skills, it was not difficult to kill one or two animals.

Within a minute, Mo Bai came back with four bottles of blood samples.

Whispering noticed her coming back, and also came over here, and handed over two bottles, which exceeded the amount that the female undead said.

"Our messenger will be handed over to you." Mobai said to the female undead with a smile.

Suddenly feeling that she was stabbed in the eyes of the blood elf in front of her, the female undead immediately took the blood sample in her hand and began to prepare the serum like an electric shock.

The production process is not cumbersome, and she has also studied the plague energy here for several days.

Seeing that there was only the last step left, Mo Bai suddenly asked.

"Can the plague be prevented by this method?" The tone is like that of a simple and studious child.

But the female undead didn't dare to look up at her, and just lowered her head and fiddled with the bottle in her hand and replied, "No, the two major plagues of the natural disaster invasion led by Alsace have not yet found a way to eliminate them. It’s just a bit of negative energy remaining in the scar of death, a simple plague that has already been weakened countless times.”

"Well, I understand." Mobai nodded and stopped talking, quite satisfied with the answer.At least she got an affirmative answer, the Frost Plague she had would not be solved by such a simple bottle of serum.

Whispering looked at Mobai who seemed to be in deep thought in surprise, curled his lips and muttered in his heart that Mobai had too many secrets, and he didn't reveal a single word.

On the contrary, the female undead did not dare to be negligent and quickly produced the serum, and fed it to the blood elf messenger lying on the ground.

Not long after, the courier stood up, but his steps were obviously unsteady, and he almost fell down again.

The one who supported him was of course a very helpless and practical whisper.

However, the result was slightly beyond Whispering's expectations.

After walking through the bridge connecting Ghost Land and Eversong Forest, the two continued on.

"You stood aside with a blank expression on your face, why did he just stare at you and say..." Whispering resentfully looked at the letter in his hand and complained

This kind of complaint has been whispered many times, and of course Mobai will not really think about the answer to answer him.

Because Whispering can always find answers for self-entertainment to comfort himself.

"Ah, I see, he's a pervert!"

The author has something to say: [WOW Little Knowledge] Explain the two opposing camps in World of Warcraft: Alliance and Horde; there are 5 races in each camp

The tribes include: Orcs, Trolls, Tauren, Forsaken (Undead), Blood Elves

Because the name of the Forsaken is relatively long, players generally refer to it as undead, which is of course different from those undead that exist as monsters.

In addition, there is a language barrier between the two camps. Horde players can't see what Alliance players are saying, they can only see a series of bird words written by the system (in human language)...

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Then, from today onwards, Bai Ye will have to live a miserable life of getting up at 6 o'clock every day to prepare for work. I cannot guarantee full daily changes in addition to grief. Please forgive me