Borean Tundra - Warsong Fortress
"That guy Weiss is in a daze at the ring again..."
"Leave him alone..."
"That guy seems to be in a daze except for fighting. He must have been a brave warrior during his lifetime. Even Queen Sylvanas praised him. If he hadn't fought bravely in front of the Dark Portal last time, our Forgotten people would have stolen all the limelight from the green-skinned orcs..."
"That's enough. That's enough, stop being verbose here, we still need to deliver the message to Amber Cliff... You should know that we will not have a good time if we neglect Garrosh's red skin... Let's go quickly!"
On the rotten fingers, only white bones were left, and his and her engagement rings were no longer suitable for wearing. He hung the ring around his neck with a necklace, looking at it as if he saw her face...
"Is she okay..." Weiss thought silently.
I only remember that I have died in Stratholme, but I cannot rest in peace. I am still dragging my rotting body and killing my comrades who fought together in the past. He cannot even stop himself! Until one day, he woke up, as if he had a nightmare, and he was lucky that she did not appear in his dream...
He crawled out of a cemetery in Tirisfal Glades, listened to the call of Queen Sylvanas, and became a member of the Forgotten. They all have a common goal - revenge on the Lich King! Pour out all your hatred towards the source that makes us unable to live or die! No matter who is the tribe or the alliance, as long as he can help us achieve this goal, he is a comrade!
Our bodies have rotted...
Our bones have become cold...
But our souls are free...
