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Bellorel woke up from his coma, rubbed his eyes, and took a sip of the damp air in a daze. When he wanted to stand up from the ground, the pain in his body made his mouth tremble constantly.

For a moment, the elf boy seemed to have forgotten his experience. He just stared at the stars and moon in the sky, shining brightly under the night sky. Bellor felt his whole head be in a mess, and he lay on the ground and began to slowly recall what had happened before. The last scene in his memory was Crassus's smile, and then the explosion sounded, and the eyes were dark, and there was no more.

"Am I dead?" the boy asked himself, but the soreness on his body was so real. He was still alive and survived the disaster. It's really a blessing!

Bellorell was silent for a while and began to think about where he was. The surroundings were very warm. He could not feel the cold wind of Northrend at all. After lying for a long time, he sat up, but felt very confused, not only because of the scene he saw in front of him, but more importantly, he smelled the smell of corruption and withering.

This was not Northrend, nor was it any place he knew. The slightly chilled mist made the unfamiliar pine trees and soil even more intense, and a stream flowed dozens of meters away. He couldn't help but wonder if everything he had just experienced was a dream. If it was a dream, then his body must have rolled wildly in his sleep before falling over with wounds.

Of course this is impossible. Crassus's voice and the shadow of the Twilight Sect are vividly remembered.

He leaned his heavy body against a tree and let his hands slide down to both sides. For some time just now, he was just shocked and frightened by Crasus' sudden behavior. It was not until this time that he realized what the red dragon had done.

Belorel pressed a hand against the visible wound, with a little hot and numb feeling. He quickly adapted and called for the power of magic. A light appeared on his palm, followed by a piece of bread and a water bag full of liquid. Belorel shook his head helplessly. Compared with Crasus' cake drink, it was too shabby. Perhaps Aunt Wenleza said it well, his magical talent was too poor. Fortunately, he learned several very practical magic tricks, and the cooking technique and watermaking technique can ensure that he will not starve or die of thirst.

After taking a few bites, Belorel regained his strength, and at the same time he also observed the terrain here clearly. This is not Quelthalas, but an Eastern Plagueland. His location is the southern part of Soushime. Under the night sky, there are fires in the city of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, and the wall cast by humans is like a banner in the dark.

If you go north, you should be able to return to the forest of the blood elves. Less than two days after escaping from Silver Moon City, Belorel has not yet begun to miss his home. He walked on the edge of life and death. At first, he was frightened, but then he was a little scared, but now when everything has calmed down, all that remains in his heart is the excitement and excitement after experiencing danger.

Belorel couldn't help but feel excited. He took out the map and decided the next place to go. He explored the south of Serem, next to the Sodoril River, so...

The elf boy stared at the map with his eyes tightly fixed on it. He was stunned. There was a red mark on the map at some point, not where he was, but nearby. Belloriel remembered that the map was hidden in the drawer of his mother's desk. He didn't even look carefully when he took it away. Now the mark is particularly conspicuous.

Why did my mother draw marks on the map of the Eastern Plagueland?

"This place seems to be not far away." Bellorell looked around and determined the direction. Ten minutes later, he found that what he found was not a place where the treasure might be buried, but a ruin on the hillside. The boy watched from a distance in disappointment, wandering around the ruins with two dogs or two undead dogs.

Belorel has seen the undead in the book. In Silver Moon City, Aurelia and the people around him strictly forbid him to approach the mark of death and tell him there are terrible resurrection monsters there. These things with a rotten smell are really disgusting, and they will attack creatures.

"What secret does my mother hide here?" Bellorel asked in confusion. Although he knew there was danger, he chose to quietly approach a tree on the hillside and prepare to see it clearly. Just like when he was watching from a distance, the ruins were still ruins, but there were many used bows and arrows scattered around the collapsed house. There were obviously battles here, and there were a large number of people.

Maybe it was because my mother participated in the battle, so she drew marks on the map.

Bellorell found nothing except what he saw with his eyes. At this moment, a sound came into his ears.

It is the sound of pieces of ruins scattering.

Bellorel immediately retracted from the tree. For some reason, the voice gave him a sense of tension that he didn't like, perhaps because there was something else in the ruins that surprised him too much.

Under the boy's gaze, a pale and scarred hand broke through the barrier of the ruins and stretched upwards, slowly clenching into a fist, as if to grab something, accompanied by a long sigh. The two dogs seemed to be waiting for this moment, and excitedly circled around the hand.

For a long time, no sound came out again. Belloriel also held his breath because it was a person, and there was a person under the ruins.

Then Belorel heard a voice he had never heard before. The voice seemed hoarse and angry, but Belorel felt it was kind and felt a choking in his throat.

"I'm alive!"

A wooden board on the ruins was lifted from the inside out. The man crawled out. The clothes all over his body were as ragged as a beggar, and his eyes were as scarlet as a squirting flames. At this moment, he was laughing wildly.

A...the undead!

Belloril looked at him blankly, shock and fear rushing in his heart at the same time. He took a deep breath...

"Who? Come out!" the undead roared at this side. Bellorel was so scared that he couldn't move. This time he was not protected by a strong man like Crassus.

Another dull roar broke the silence, "I seem to smell the stench of the elf!"

The boy didn't want to complain, but he joked in his heart that the other party dared to mention the word "stench". As the footsteps got closer and closer, the smell of the corpse made Belorel more and more unbearable. Although he knew that the other party was approaching, the boy's legs seemed to suddenly lose consciousness and were difficult to move.

Will he kill me? Will he bite me? Will I become like him...

A terrible thought lingers in Bellorill's mind, and he is unwilling to accept any of it. Before the boy could figure out what to do, a hand with blood marks suddenly popped up and grabbed the big tree in front of him.
Chapter completed!