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An ice dragon skull hung above the head of the tavern door. The tavern owner Megnos was cleaning the ale splashed on the bar. At this time, a new face walked into the store.

Megnos' tavern often has strange faces, so he can't remember the names of customers. The way he recognizes a regular customer depends on the number of times the guests come and go. The more times he gets, the clearer he gets about the old customers. Despite this, Megnos actually doesn't care about who is who, as long as they want to drink and can afford to pay, that's enough.

Forgotten people used to have no money and goods transactions. Their money was used to buy goblins or serve as capital for spies around the world. To be honest, Megnos didn't know at first what the use of the dead was money, and why the owner of the Withered later announced that the Forgotten people would implement a policy of currency transactions. But later, after he was no longer worried about his survival, he found that it was really impossible to do without money in daily life. The shining things often gave him a certain...satisfaction.

The stranger sat down at a table, looking around, as if waiting for someone, and seemed to be looking for something everywhere. There were no windows in the tavern, and there was no sunlight in Maraton, only a few torches flashing hazy - it was impossible to be interested in the wooden tables and wooden benches scattered around.

After a while, the stranger stood up and walked straight to the wooden bar. "Did no one bring the wine?"

“No free service,” Megnos replied. “There are no waiters here either.”

Normal people will be confused when they hear this sentence, but Megnos' behavior is not surprising. Forgotten people will not get drunk at all when drinking, and there will be no alcoholic fighting in the tavern. From beginning to end, they only regard this place as a place where they can spend time, so there will be no overcrowded and busy situations. If guests want to drink, they will go to the bar to buy it themselves.

The stranger threw a gold coin on the bar, and the sound was very crisp. Then he asked, "What is the most expensive wine here?"

"This is your first time here. My tavern has all kinds of precious wines, all purchased through black market transactions. The price is not affordable for one gold coin."

The stranger touched his loose nose and asked, "So what is the most expensive wine that can my money consume?"

Megnos thought for a while. "Congalush is made by humans, not considered a spirit."

The stranger wrinkled and touched his nose again. "No, don't want human wine."

The tavern owner curled his lips. Different people always have various strange hobbies about wine. Even after death, this situation did not change. "How about Moonlight Wine? The fresh goods that arrived just last month. The night elves lovely drink this thing."

"Trade." The stranger nodded.

A terrifying guard soldier turned to look at the stranger, as Megnos thought, the people who came here were trying to kill time, but sitting alone would not work, and time had to pass faster during conversation. "Do you mind telling me why I hate human wine so much?"

The stranger snorted, took Megnos and took the bottle containing the moonlight wine from the wine rack, found a seat to sit down, and poured some wine into a fairly clean cup.

"I have no prejudice against human wine, I just simply don't like humans."

The soldier looked at him jokingly and said, "Oh? But weren't you human beings during your lifetime?"

These two words before his death were simply curses for the forgotten. The stranger heard the irony implicitly in the soldier's words, put down his hand, and took the wine glass as he went. "Yes, but I'm not now!"

A navy-like man sitting on the other side of the stranger immediately shouted, spitting into his ale: "Now there is no need to hate humans now. Have you ever been hurt by humans?"

Unexpectedly, the stranger nodded. "It's hard to describe it. I...I've been abandoned."

Many people in the tavern heard this and the atmosphere slowly became strange. Megnos kept staring at the man, and he regretted treating the other party, and even wanted to drive out the guy who ruined the atmosphere in his tavern.

But some guests had already begun to feel deeply about his words and were still nodding, but when they heard the second half, they felt unconsent. Megnos didn't know what they were thinking. He had no experience of being abandoned because he and his family died under the betrayal of Arthas. His body was still intact and was resurrected. His relatives were not so lucky and were thrown into the meat grinder as a prop for sewing hatred.

For Megnos, his past has become clouds and smoke. He never thought of tracing back and missing his past days. What's more, he has fallen in love with his current life. After all, it's interesting to listen to the guests in the tavern telling his adventure stories every day.

"Do you mind telling the details?" the soldier asked. "After all, there are people among human beings who are your relatives or friends. We are not the Scourge and cannot become emotional."

"It is because of this that I hate them, sir." said the stranger. "They treat me injustice."

"Ah, I understand, you contacted them, but they despise you and hate you now, right?" A dwarf Death Knight asked at the table behind the soldier, who was echoing, echoing the stranger's statement that he hated his race during his lifetime. "I have had a similar experience. The taverns and hotels in Ironforge always give priority to catering and accommodation for living people. Last month I went back to Ironforge and waited for a bottle of brandy for two hours. However, a dwarf came later than me and actually got the wine before me."

The soldier turned his head to the Death Knight and responded, "Then change the place and don't go to Iron Fort."

"It's all the same." The Death Knight sarcastically said. "I've been to other cities in the league, even some neutral areas... it's hard to describe."

"Humans have regarded us as monsters." said a man next to the Dwarf Death Knight - Megnos guessed that he should be his friend, and the two dressed exactly the same. "They completely forgot why we died in our lifetime. They only remember how many people we killed and how much land we destroyed during the period when we were controlled by the Lich King. And without considering the criticism of us with these painful past events."

A few murmurings came from around him, expressing his agreement with what he said just now.

"Do you all hate them? They all want them to be punished?" The terrifying guard smashed his fist on the table. "Don't forget that they were our fellow citizens. The people they commemorate are us. We are indeed monsters now, right? Why deny this? And even if we are despised by them, it is not because they are ruthless, but because they misunderstood us."

"No one denies it." The stranger took a sip of moonlight wine, "But it is really unfair to us."

"Don't forget, we are not the Scourge." The voice came from the other side of the bar layout. Megnos couldn't see who was talking. "Even if we became monsters, we still retain our consciousness. Why don't they feel pitiful? There was no word of comfort, only spitting and bad words on our faces."

"It's true. How could they do this?" said the Dwarf Death Knight indignantly.

The Forgotten Navy soldier nodded. "Yes, we have always been enemies to them."

"But we have never regarded them as enemies. We either hide or give in. We really don't know what the master of the Withered One is thinking." The stranger suddenly said.

Megnos was originally wiping an empty wine glass, and this sentence made him frown in an instant. As soon as he finished speaking, the tavern suddenly became silent. Just now, people were still whispering to different opinions and commenting on the speakers. However, when strangers mentioned the withered, especially when they said the name with disrespect and questioning, everyone immediately stopped talking.

Too quiet. Megnos knew clearly that conflicts and fights would break out in two situations: when it was too noisy and when it was too quiet, the latter was often more tricky than the former.

The terrifying guard soldier stood up suddenly - as the personal guard of the Withered, his body was complete and strong, his voice was full of warning, and he tore the tranquility in the tavern as soon as he opened his mouth. "If anyone dares to question the owner of the Withered, I will let him experience real death immediately."

The stranger swallowed hard and said quickly, "I have no intention of offending the master, I swear, Your Excellency." He raised his glass and poured a large sip of wine. He used too much force. The unrestrained moonlight wine also tasted like spicy liquid, which made his throat hot, and he kept shaking his head.

"The Lord of the Withering is very nice to us," said the navy soldier. "After the Forgotten, he is committed to finding homes for us. Your complaints about humanity may be justified, friends, but none of them are the responsibility of the Lord of the Withering."

"I have no intention of despising the master." Margotz said, the big mouthful of moonlight wine just now made his voice tremble. "But, the soldier mentioned the word "misunderstanding". I now agree with his statement. Since it is a misunderstanding, why did the master not negotiate with humans on this issue? Why didn't we disclose our true situation to the alliance or the camp where our family is located? To gain their tolerance?" He pondered for a moment, "Maybe he tried it, but it only had little effect."

The Dwarf Death Knight took a big sip of ale and continued: "Maybe Wrien made a request to return the Rapids and Ultraman."

"They abandoned those places first," said the navy soldier. "Otlank and Fort Rapids are no longer in the alliance."

The terrifying guard soldier said with a stern face: "It is impossible for us to give in. Those places were also exchanged for the lives of the Forgotten soldiers. They were whimsical."

The stranger continued: "But after all, it was once a human kingdom, alliance... especially humans, it is impossible to sit back and watch their civilization be replaced by other races."

"Indeed, things are unpredictable. Our territory in the Eastern Kingdoms once belonged to humanity. And Alliance King Varian Wrien was a radical leader, and he would not give up on the idea of ​​regaining the north." The navy soldier shook his head, "We should always be prepared, otherwise..."

The Dwarf Death Knight suddenly interrupted and said, "If you want me to see, we should expand the territory of the Eastern Kingdom to Lordaeron and snatch this piece of meat from the mouth of the alliance."

I don't know if it was interrupted or defended from opinion - Megnos didn't know or care - the navy soldier was angry in his tone: "Are you crazy? Once we attack Lordaeron, Varian will definitely lead his troops north."

"Is this idea crazy? Why do we care about the Alliance's view? Lordaeron is surrounded by our territory, and they are surrounded by us. It has been like this since a long time ago. That large area of ​​territory is at your fingertips, why don't we take it directly? Do we have to wait until the Alliance comes to help us do this?"

"Lordalen is an excellent city." Even the terrifying guard said the same thing. The soldier's tone was proud, as if he was Lordalen when he was alive. "But it is undeniable that the Alliance will not sit idly by and wipe out the Blood Crusaders. This may be the reason why Lord Withered has been slow to take action. We need an opportunity, and the Alliance cannot draw troops to go north."

"And," the Dwarf's friend burst into laughter at his ale, "I want me to say that the alliance should be fought against the tribe, and this problem will be solved."

"War is not a good thing." Megnos, another man sitting in the corner of the bar pub, saw him on tiptoe, a goblin. He said: "Every time the alliance and the tribe fight, trade at sea and on land is difficult to do. They rob neutral caravans like pirates to supplement their supplies. It is nonsense to say that they return after the war is over."

"And we've been stubborn, haven't we?"

The soldier nodded and said, "But without their help, the battle against the Lich King would not have been successful..." He drank the glass of wine in one gulp, and then knocked on the table. "Another glass of ale."

"The fact is," said the captain, "The Gate of Heaven has always been a heart-warming problem for the Forgotten. Even if we later clarified that it was the Lich King's conspiracy, many people still suspect that it was our excuse."

The topic was not over and the discussion continued. Megnos poured a few more glasses of wine for the guest and threw a few dirty wine glasses into the sink for cleaning later. It was not until he filled the horror guards with another glass of ale that he realized that the stranger who caused the topic had quietly left.

He didn't even finish drinking. Megnos shook his head in disgust, the mess left by this guy was still on.

But Megnos remembered his appearance. He hated the most people who made trouble in the tavern, and inexplicably hated it.
Chapter completed!