Arthas's voice was deep and had a strange, eerie quality to it.
"Before my grandfather ascended the throne, the Kingdom of Lordaeron had nine Kings. There were long gaps between King, with the longest King lasting thirty-three years and the shortest only three years and six months. They would suddenly disappear one day, as if possessed, along with all their descendants, into the underground."
"Undercity!" Robbie said in a trembling voice.
Undercity is an underground city built entirely of massive stones. The construction techniques of Azeroth are similar to those of medieval Europe. Stone buildings have always been known for their long construction time; Cologne Cathedral and Notre-Dame de Paris both took hundreds of years to complete.
How many years would it take to build an underground city? How many Notre-Dame de Paris would that be equivalent to?
Conservative estimates suggest it would take thousands of years, which is simply impossible for human beings to accomplish.
Arthas nodded and spoke again:
"Undercity is a city shrouded in mystery. Its founder is unknown, and it is unlikely to be a human creation. Originally, the capital of Lordaeron was located on Whispering Shore, a natural harbor like Stormwind City. When the foundations were being laid, a large city was discovered underground. The King at the time considered this an ominous sign, so the current location was chosen, on the Lake Lordamere."
"Unexpectedly, this city followed suit."
After listening to Arthas's account, Robbie fell into deep thought. In a world of high magic, there are too many strange things. Even the Old Gods can exist in a plausible way. A city that moves underground is not surprising at all.
"What is your opinion on this, Guardian?" Robbie asked.
Arthas gave a wry smile:
"Even the Guardian doesn't know the secret. Besides searching far and wide for a special bloodline to inherit the throne, she has no other choice. You see, she ultimately chose the right person. Our House Menethil is immune to this curse, but we paid a bloody price."
If the Guardians weren't mentioned, things would be fine, but when Guardian were, Prince Highness was filled with resentment and said in a cold voice:
"Robbie, I'm twenty-four years old, my sister is only three years older than me, and my father has been on the throne for fifty years. What conclusions can you draw from this simple arithmetic?"
This!
Robbie had always had some doubts about the Menethil royal family's affairs, but he didn't ask too many questions out of politeness.
King Terenas was already an old man of about seventy years old, while his eldest daughter was only twenty-seven.
By this calculation, King Terenas had his first child when he was nearly fifty years old.
Is it difficult for King to find a wife? Is he so busy that he doesn't even have time to have children?
In feudal dynasties, the King's family affairs were state affairs.
Generally, Kings will marry as early as possible and have an heir to the throne, so that if they die unexpectedly one day, the kingdom without an heir is easily plunged into internal strife.
Robbie scratched his head, wanting to say that King Terenas was a typical example of late-in-life parenthood.
His Prince gritted his teeth, filled with hatred:
"Actually, I have six older brothers and five older sisters. They were all taken away by the Guardian and their whereabouts are unknown. My sister Calia, had too little talent, so she survived. I am the only male heir left to inherit the throne."
"Taken away by the Guardians?" Robbie looked surprised.
It's definitely not about taking someone on as an apprentice or anything like that; otherwise, there would be no need to hide it at all. It would be much better to be open about it.
Could it be some kind of Evil experiment involving the extraction of bloodlines?
Anyway, it can't be anything good.
Robbie could only sigh and express his sympathy; behind the outward splendor of the Menethil royal family lay endless desolation.
"Will the House Wrynn of Kingdom of Stormwind suffer the same Destiny?" Robbie thought of Vanessa.
Arthas thought for a moment and said, "The House Wrynn also has a special bloodline. They seem to be born with dual personalities, able to split into two completely different people. They are also single-line families for generations, with a small population. I'm not sure if this is related to the Guardians."
Without a doubt, this coincidence is definitely suspicious.
No wonder Queen Tephran Wrynn needed the Brotherhood's help to fake her death and escape Stormwind.
It's no wonder Vanessa is so obsessed with the pursuit of power.
The Guardians, the Aegwynn family, are like a dark cloud hanging over humanity.
Arthas felt sleepy and yawned repeatedly. Robbie got up to say goodbye.
Not long after I lay down on the bed, I heard familiar footsteps again in the corridor.
Very light, very gentle, this time it stopped in front of Robbie's door.
Robbie frowned, then reluctantly got up and opened the door.
The female corpse stood outside the door, her pretty face and eyes closed, standing there gracefully, quiet and Anjing.
While most corpses exude an eerie aura, this one evokes a sense of warmth, like a sleeping beauty.
"Hey, go back to your Prince and sleep with him. I have no interest in corpses."
The female corpse remained completely still, as if to say, "Who cares about you?"
"Fine, why should I waste my breath on a corpse?"
Strangely, the female corpse did not return to Arthas's room, but instead walked in another direction, stopping after a few steps.
"You mean you want me to follow you?"
The female corpse, of course, couldn't speak; she simply walked and stopped intermittently, clearly leading the way.
Robbie followed the female corpse out of curiosity. Apart from walking very lightly and slowly and not breathing, the female corpse seemed no different from a living person.
The female corpse seemed familiar with the Royal Palace's interior. She stopped at a corner, activated a mechanism on the wall, and a stone door opened, revealing a mechanism-driven elevator entrance.
Robbie frowned and looked down. The elevator shaft was incredibly deep, a dark abyss leading straight down into the depths of the earth.
Is this the infamous murder elevator in Undercity?
What does it mean that the female corpse led me to Undercity? Robbie didn't quite understand.
Driven by unknown forces such as gears and mechanisms, the elevator rumbled upwards, and the female corpse stepped forward and onto the elevator.
Robbie hesitated for a moment, then followed.
The elevator descended slowly, and Holy Light shone between Robbie's fingers to illuminate the scene.
Robbie didn't know what powered the elevator, but he saw that the walls of the elevator shaft were covered with patterns of strange creatures he had never seen before: beasts with scorpion tails and canine heads; fish with dragon-like heads; and giant worms coiled together with thorns growing on their backs, creatures unlike anything he had ever Azeroth.
After quite some time, the elevator finally reached the bottom. Robbie stepped out of the elevator and looked around using the Holy Light from his fingertips.
In fact, the Undercity beneath Lordaeron had already been explored by predecessors; the Orgrimmar Doomhammer was once imprisoned there, and Robbie didn't think there would be any new discoveries.
The leather boots trod silently on the stone floor, past the mottled walls, ancient stone pillars, and winding stone steps, with the occasional sound of dripping water.
It was surprisingly clean here; the damp walls were free of moss, and there were no rats or other insects, not even mosquitoes.
Robbie hadn't gone far following the female corpse when, on the verge of tears, he got lost again.
The female corpse followed a winding passage deeper into the Undercity, disappearing into a dead end.
Suddenly, a faint mournful melody began to play, as if welcoming the deceased back. The female corpse walked straight forward, and large symbols on the wall flickered, rippling like waves. The female corpse actually passed through the wall.
Funeral music echoed in his ears, and the symbols on the walls flashed again, as if summoning Robbie.
After hesitating for a while, Robbie stepped forward and walked into the wall.
Countless lights and shadows intertwine, black and white intertwine.
Before Robbie's eyes could adjust, a loud shout rang out:
There are living people here.
Not good!
Like a tidal wave, a powerful force, accompanied by a howling wind, swept in, and Robbie felt as if everything went dark.