Chapter 282: Forgotten in Dunhold

　　The Battle of Dunhold ended soon. ?
For the coalition forces, this time is even more like a review of the orcs' combat effectiveness-after the dragon joined the battle, the entire battlefield became one-sided.
However, no one can come up with a good idea about what Dunhold should do after the war.
On the eve of the war, the frenzied Blackmoore used immature technology to convert all the residents of Dunhold into undead.
Now, what the coalition needs to face is a dead city full of undead.
How to deal with these undead?
You know, almost all the undead, whether humans or orcs, are innocents. Except for a few Blackmoore doglegs, the others are completely forced to transform.
These undead are not living, but they are not enemies either.
There are even many undead orcs who want to join the coalition forces-but the natural spirit of the shaman thinks they are distorted and should not exist, and rejects them severely.
The task of the coalition forces is still very heavy. It is reported that Alsace led the main force of the undead and natural disasters is already approaching Stratholme-this is the largest city in the alliance, if he takes Stratholme, I am afraid his strength Will greatly expand!
In this case, the coalition forces held a brief meeting in the former Blackmore castle.
"Let's talk, how do we deal with these undead." Zuifeng sighed, "They can already be confirmed as victims."
"It's hard for them to join us..." Thrall shook his head. "The Spirit of Nature does not accept them."
"And it will cause panic." Dai Lin's thinking is more practical. "Now the human nations have taken strict precautions against all corpses that can act. Although we can be sure that they are not enemies, not everyone can accept them... …"
"So the possibility of having them fight alongside us is almost zero, right?"
Facing Drunk Wind’s question, everyone nodded silently after being silent.
In this case, Zuifeng doesn’t know what to say—in fact, the oath itself does not welcome these resurrected existences. The red dragons obviously don’t like this kind of twisted life. The same goes for the green dragon. Can treat them equally.
And tauren who follow shamanism will not like them, let alone night elves. After all, only Darkspear Trolls, Slipblade Naga, Blood Elves and Draenei will accept this poor group of undead.
"Should we listen to their opinions?" Medivh thought for a while and said, "They need to choose their own way after all."
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Taresa has regained her freedom after Blackmore's death.
This strong and brave lady was immersed in pain at this time-in her opinion, it was the exposure of her helping Thrall that caused the entire Dunhold Castle to be transformed by Blackmore.
Unspeakable pain shocked the girl’s heart. She was full of guilt for her behavior. Although the coalition forces had already discovered that Blackmore’s transformation had already started before she helped Thrall, this could only ease Tale a little. Sha's guilt is nothing.
So, when Zuifeng found Taresa and asked her for her opinion, the poor woman refused to answer.
"No, I am a sinner in Dunhold, and I have no right to answer these questions."
"Listen, Teresa." Zuifeng looked into her eyes, "If you really feel guilty, then turn that guilt into responsibility!"
"Everything in Dunhold has become a fait accompli, and the painful guilt cannot change the status quo, so what you can do now is how to make up for it so that the residents of Dunhold can live happily even as undead! "
"As an undead-can you live happily?"
"Why not? Although your current perceptions are different from before you were alive, you still have perceptions after all!"
Taresa thought a lot.
Once living in the shadow of Blackmoore, what I hope every day is to get rid of his control and regain freedom.
Now Blackmoore is dead and he is free-although he is no longer a human being, isn't his goal reached?
After recovering, Taresa had mixed feelings for a while.
"Then why me? There are so many people in Dunhold..."
"Because you are the greatest woman here." Zuifeng smiled, "Be tolerant, pursue kindness, advocate freedom, and not extreme-we believe you, and I think the undead of Dunhold are also willing I believe you."
Drunk Wind led Taresa and opened the door.
In the former orc detention center in Dunhold, in the sun, countless undead knelt on one knee.
"Master Teresa, we are willing to be loyal!"
Among the undead who took the oath, there were dying orcs rescued by Taresa secretly using medicine, peasant families rescued by her tampering with the tax bill, and the gladiator who was caught back to cover Thrall’s escape, and she helped from time to time. Down with the priest...
Taresa had already unknowingly infected Dunhold with her kindness. After getting rid of Blackmore's control, she suddenly realized that she was already Dunhold's new leader.
Facing the densely packed undead, Taresa finally made up her mind.
"Since everyone trusts me, I am willing to take everyone down."
"I didn't have the power to bind a chicken~EbookFREE.me~ and now I am just an ordinary banshee, but I am willing to work with everyone to find the happiness of the undead in Dunhold."
"In Dunhold, we are the forgotten."
"We are the dead, but we do not resent nor yearn for the living."
"We no longer belong to the tribe, and we no longer belong to the alliance. We just want to forget ourselves in the corner of time."
"My name is Taresa, and I would like to lead like-minded forgotten people along."
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Seeing Taresa made her choice, Drunk Wind couldn't help nodding secretly.
Resting in a place that the Alliance and the Horde can't care about, this may be the best destination for these undead, maybe one day, they will make their own voice, but obviously not now.
Unlike the original Forsaken, their strength is still very weak, and even the leader is an ordinary banshee. If you rashly participate in the war with the Scourge, you may be defeated if you are not careful. ...
In this case, peace of mind is the best choice-after all, no matter whether it is a tribe or an alliance, there is no chance, no reason, or time to trouble them.
When the undead in Dunhold are really forgotten, maybe they will have a chance to come out and do things!
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It's one o'clock in the afternoon when I wake up... (To be continued.) 8