I have one more World of Warcraft Necromancer than you

Chapter 621 Blood Curse Voodoo

The unexpected turn of events led Lorraine to believe she had been ambushed by the village chief.

He shook his right hand violently, as if it were dirty...

But the mark of the Soul Leopard slowly changed from ghostly stripes to deep, blood-red marks, seemingly a curse, or perhaps a brand...

“Lord Death, this is my soul imprint. Do not panic... I could not hold on any longer. I have completed the final blood curse. As long as you fulfill your promise, I will protect you forever... My soul will leave the underworld and serve you forever.”

"I still don't know your name..."

“Each priest of the Shattered Spear tribe can only use Astral Projection once... My power is weak; I can only barely maintain my spirit beast for a short time, and now I've reached my limit... Please save the people of the Death God tribe, just as you awakened the bodies of your ancestors. You must lead them out of this prison... The forest originally belonged to our troll race; at least there is our ancestral land... not this underground valley..."

The leopard-print mark on his hand emitted a soul fluctuation; Lorraine was a professional, easily catching the village chief's voice...

After a brief moment of surprise, he dismissed the three death knights who had rushed in to save their master...

Lorraine's lips twitched. "What are you doing...you...are I really a god?"

"What kind of god deserves to be treated like this?"

My name is Lorraine!

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"I'm sorry, Lord Lorraine. You are too powerful, but I also sense a weakness in you..."

"I will serve you forever as long as you fulfill your promise."

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"What? You're clinging to me now... What if you don't keep your promise?"

"If Lord Lorraine truly refuses to help us, then I will use the remaining power of my soul to complete a blood curse passed down from our ancestors, transferring it to you. You will lose the power to use magic and become physically weak, just like my people. Your intelligence, strength, magic power, vitality—all your power will be weakened by the curse. This is the fate of the Shattered Spear tribe..."

"You dare threaten me? I..."

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Lorraine, having understood, immediately became furious.

He hated threats, he hated conspiracies, he loathed trickery and evil, even though he was clearly the embodiment of death, a necromancer through and through, a necromancer chosen by his adoptive father, a half-tool with two souls in one body, powerless to control himself...

I thought I could do whatever I wanted.

The seemingly harmless troll village chief bowed down in submission, but who knew this old bastard would pull this stunt...

At the cost of his life and soul, he staked the fate and future of his last remaining clan members, allowing an intruder to take over his responsibility...

"I'll slaughter your entire village right now! How dare you threaten me..."

“Lord Lorraine, they are now your people. You can take their lives at any time. I have given my final order: all our people must fight for you, even to the death... Only you can lift the dark curse from us. Only you can free us from hiding here. Only you can avenge us and kill those intruders…”

"Hmph, I've emphasized this again and again! Politeness, have some manners! If you hadn't attacked first, why would I have made a move? And now you're still pulling this stunt... you're practically asking for death!"

“You possess power we cannot match. I have no choice but to become your soul beast if you fulfill the blood curse promise… My soul is completely bound to your body; if you die, I will die, and so will you…”

"The same what?"

"If you find my soul filthy and evil, stripping me away... will also inflict a slight backlash, causing you to lose a third of your power... and simultaneously tearing apart and severely injuring any soul within your body..."

Upon hearing this, Lorraine, who was initially angry, immediately sobered up...

It turns out this foolish village chief can actually see another soul existing inside his body. The teacher, already weak, has rarely been making a fuss lately... The troll village chief, Black Panther & Fang, is threatening that killing him will harm both his and the teacher's souls...

"Great technique! Awesome!"

Lorraine laughed out loud, a laugh that wasn't just bitter, but also helpless, and perhaps a laugh at his own lack of experience in the ways of the world.

Blood curses are incredibly difficult to defend against, and most people today are unaware of the trolls' glorious past... The Gurubashi Arena is considered a barbaric altar, dedicated to the Blood God. Hakkar, the Blood God, is not the god of death, but is far more mysterious.

The Blood God believed that the fusion and cycle of life and death, the primal desires and religious worship, were the earliest understandings of hunting.

The so-called balance school, which extends from elven culture, has now developed into the life school and the Mother of God vegetarian school, which seem to go against some of the instincts of flesh and blood...

Within the cyclical and complex life system constructed by the six fundamental forces, various deformed monsters, great races, twisted beliefs, and mysterious organizations do all sorts of things that are incomprehensible to each other for their own purposes.

When the war between trolls and humans lasted for a century, the hatred between elves and trolls became another farce.

Were we of the same bloodline thousands of years ago?

Ten thousand years later, they will not recognize each other...

In fact, different civilizations had already developed, giving rise to all sorts of talented people and monsters.

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Pouting, Lorraine raised his right hand in dissatisfaction, observing the black panther prints etched with bloodstains. He could sense that the troll village chief's soul was extremely weak, making it difficult for him to even continue communicating.

A faint stinging sensation on my palm, and the bloodstains seemed to burn.

After careful observation, he seemed to understand a little about the troll village chief's choice.

A young human with empathy perceives a strange tribal necromancer, a special hidden necromancer. Lorraine thinks of himself, and wonders what he would do if he were in the same position as the village chief.

They probably either surrendered long ago, or abandoned their people and fled, or...

Anyone would do that; it's all too common.

Black Panther & Fang chose to elevate Lorraine to the status of a true god, offering everything the villagers had as a form of surrender. In the moment when Lorraine lowered his guard, they tested his strength and purpose, offering themselves as the price of a blood curse to ask Lorraine to complete his mission.

Sitting on a fur seat in the simple wooden loft, sunlight streamed through the wooden windows, swaying the lush tropical trees, but Lorraine found it dazzling.

Touch your nose, pat your forehead.

"Teacher, what would you do if you were in that situation...?"

After a moment's thought, scratching his head, young Lorraine seemed to remember something... "Lilith! That's right, there's Lilith... Godos, come in quickly! Check where Lilith is."

"Master, Miss Lilith's position hasn't changed; she's barely moved. Shadow Demon Xiaomei told me..."

"Really? That's good... No, we need to take action."

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"Master, where is the leopard?"

"I ate it! What are you asking? Is that something you should be asking?"

Gordos asked the question knowingly, and Lorraine, thinking his underling was asking for a beating, grumbled, "I wouldn't dare." Gordos nodded. "Congratulations, Master. The power within the Soul Leopard is extremely pure. You can use its power to resurrect another Death Knight... We brothers hope you can create another companion for us. We've already collected the materials for you, Master. Now all we need is a living body..."

"You even know this?"

"The twelve Death Knights can sense each other. We have sensed that someone has broken away from the master's control. Currently, only ten brothers are still serving the great master. We will surely destroy the traitor! However, the master can draw upon the power of the twelfth warden to reshape our brothers."

"Stop! I know what I'm doing. Get out of here and prepare to leave! Let the trolls continue building their fortifications and protect themselves... This place will be my territory from now on."

"Yes!"

As Godos left, Lorraine felt a jolt. Even as the master, he hadn't sensed any betrayal; he'd only vaguely felt his connection to the Death Knights weakening, and not just one, but several...

Across the Eternal Sea lies the continent of Kalimdor, and the Eastern Kingdoms are too far away. Only Yurev and Deathsworn have a strong connection; they are both commander-level death generals, quasi-wardens...

If it weren't mentioned, Lorraine would have almost forgotten about it.

Especially the headless knight who flew towards the blood moon—the reason for that remains unknown to this day...