ebookland Chapter 592 Dangerous Relationship
Chapter 592 Dangerous Relationship
I don't want to be a tool, I don't want to be forced to move forward according to other people's routines, I want to be different... Every self-proclaimed strong person has this strange sense of pride and arrogance.
Lorraine was no exception.
The orc heroes of the tribe were even more so, they shouted:
"Orcs will never be slaves...unless they are provided with food and lodging..."
In reality, the orcs who lost their homeworld have been struggling on the path of slavery ever since... The peace and happiness that the so-called warriors of the Horde yearn for truly only exist on the fragments of the shattered floating islands of Nagrand.
Most orcs became raiders, not just because of their primal hunting instincts and tribal culture.
Their shattered homes drove them to Azeroth...
How easy is it to settle down and make a living here?
Even the Tauren, as local inhabitants, couldn't fare well in the Barrens. If the tribe's banner hadn't been raised, the Tauren wouldn't have been able to hold onto this grassland and desert... let alone occupy the lush Thunder Bluff and the surrounding towns and outposts.
Lorraine saw the totem of the Minotaur here, as well as some other unfamiliar symbols.
This region seems to belong to no one side; there appear to be various different flags. On the statues, one can clearly see not only minotaurs, but also pig-headed men, centaurs, and winged bird-men, even troll tusks and cavemen, as well as some small statues whose features are indistinct...
They are each clustered in different locations, guarding the mysterious exit of the path of faith...
He couldn't determine if it was safe here, nor could he find the right way out.
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"Lilith, stop picking! It's not safe here...we need to leave quickly!"
"What's the panic? You have so many skeletons, and three on horseback. Let's charge out and take over the crossroads. I dare say the orc guards there won't dare say a word..."
Lilith was in no hurry and was quite interested; the cool crevice was her treasure trove.
Lorraine couldn't help but feel a little worried...
Lorraine saw elemental fluctuations that Lilith couldn't see—wind, fire, water, and earth—... A sliver of light pierced the darkness in the sky, shining down through the fissure in the earth like a cursor pointing to a low-lying area.
As moisture evaporated and wind and fire elements merged, faint clouds gathered overhead. Soon, Lorraine noticed that black rain clouds seemed to be gathering within this crevice...
Lorraine was surprised by her heightened perception, which was likely due to the benefits of the fourth full awakening of the will of the undead.
He was unsure whether the several hundred points of increased magic resistance he had gained during his awakening were permanent. Previously, he could only perceive the battlefield from all angles with the help of his teacher to see behind him; now, he could see behind him on his own.
This ability is very strange, it's like having a camera on your shoulder...
Undead creatures already lack eyeballs, but instead possess a ball of spirit fire... Lorraine originally possessed a unique blue spirit fire, clearly different from the red spirit eyes of the Royal Terror Guardians and the pale yellow spirit eyes of Lilith.
With the necromantic rune forcibly welded to his right eye and the ice dragon magic mark imprinted on his right eye, Lorraine now inspires fear in any mortal who looks directly at him...
Lorraine's eyes burned with a blue Gatling gun-like flame in her left eye... but her right eye was a deep, dark vortex, so intense that even a single glance from a mortal seemed to draw their soul away.
Lilith didn't dare to look Lorraine in the eye for long. Lorraine deliberately wore an eye patch, using the Mirror of Truth, which others couldn't see, to suppress the two restless demonic eyes... Strange, but it also added a touch of coolness...
The one-eyed necromancer wore goggles, but little did Lilith know that Lorraine wasn't just wearing a pair of goggles...
This wasn't an imitation of the Undercity bat scout riders' attire; it was an insurance and shackle that Lorraine, his teacher, and his adoptive father added for the two-world walkers...
One thing to note about the Mirror of Truth is that, aside from its two overpowered divine skills and the accompanying invincibility effect...
It was the passive ability of ordinary armor penetration and clothing-seeing that allowed the master and apprentice to enjoy many beautiful views. Now the old artist is silent, asleep and awaiting medical attention... Lorraine swore that, as a steadfast queen warrior among the Forsaken... this rootless, immaculate, and desireless being had never seen Lilith's figure.
Honestly, the Ribs Demon isn't anything special...
Lilith is more like a girl next door whose age is unknown, or perhaps a close friend, a true confidante encountered on the road by a spirit girl with a completely different personality... not a pretty face, not a burden... nor a lover, but a pure friend...
Or perhaps they are simply outsiders, a hindrance, like the legendary Brian, the monster-starting maniac Zhou, the button expert, the curious child... troublemaker... a pitiful NPC who is being controlled.
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Lorraine sometimes really wants to tell everyone around her all her secrets, without reservation, completely and honestly...
Having experienced some hardships and suffered greatly, he quickly realized that being overly honest with strangers was extremely dangerous. Let alone strangers, even with acquaintances, teachers, or comrades, exposing one's weaknesses is tantamount to increasing one's own risk...
From both a moral and logical standpoint, no matter how much you want to share what you see, hear, feel, and think, you must hold it in and refrain from doing so!
Think it through, see it clearly...
Even with your closest family and friends... there are some things you just can't tell them or involve your loved ones in, otherwise, something unexpected might happen. Revealing my secret to Lilith almost caused her harm.
The teacher's teachings often echoed in my ears...
When you realize this in a crisis, it's often too late for regrets.
Lorraine sometimes seems to remember that her teacher never said these things. Perhaps it was because their souls merged and their memories overlapped, and Lorraine stole her teacher's precious life experiences from another world.
It could also be a useless experience from another strange world, a so-called otherworld.
The relationship with the teacher was initially one of unreserved trust and reliance... but in the end, for some reason—perhaps the teacher felt guilty—Lorraine finally took the initiative. People like Lorraine, small fry struggling in Azeroth, are the true locals...
Azeroth is inhabited by natives, and all outsiders have always been relegated to the margins, struggling to survive.
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"Remember, don't trust anyone..."
The Forsaken's status was a necessity; their existence was a mistake of the Creator, something that must be remedied and corrected. The Titans had a backup plan; it's said there were also some Stargazers who always wanted to format all mortal races...
The Forgotten, who are the beings that humans and most humanoid creatures transform into after death, are clearly the biggest bug... Life is perfectly created; how could the Creator allow a bug that defies programming to exist...?
The romance that belongs solely to the forgotten does not exist; instead, cruelty and trials follow one after another...
The Shadow Priest's most frequent advice to all the undead recruits leaving Deathstroke still echoed in his ears... Lorraine hadn't forgotten. He had initially only longed to find someone to confide in and share his adventures with...
Whether it's interesting or not...
Compared to the old acquaintances he encountered in Orgrimmar these past few days, Lilith was always clinging to him, while the Forgotten Saintess Irene seemed quite indifferent to him. Lorraine, on the other hand, felt closer to Irene.
Do you think this is a simp mentality?
Saintess Irene was once a human mage apprentice; she was exceptionally beautiful and talented.
Eileen was once one of the best among the new generation of mage apprentices in Dalaran. Had it not been for an accident and a trial, Eileen could have become a high-ranking citizen of Dalaran, or even joined the Violet Council, or any of Dalaran's soft power organizations...
Living peacefully within the purple magic shield, conducting research and learning... undergoing the examination and certification of the Seven Demon Eyes, and producing a thesis.
Erin's original dream was to eventually achieve the status and qualifications of an archmage or magician... join the Kirin Tor Council, become a member, enjoy more resources, learn more advanced magic, break through the lifespan of mortals... become a high-ranking mage in Dalaran, and be respected by all.
Among Erin's predecessors, the most prominent is Lady Jaina, originally the daughter of the Sea King, the fiancée of the Crown Prince of Lordaeron, and the personal disciple of the Lord of Dalaran... the Daughter of the Sea, a young woman already a potential Speaker, possessing a level of skill above that of an Ice Mage...
Around the time of the Battle of Mount Hyjal, he became the leader of Theramore and also encountered the reclusive Aegwynn in Dustwallow Marsh, receiving his guidance...
If Eileen hadn't been implicated by Lorraine, she would have had a brilliant life.
Eileen's master's soul is still under Lorraine's control. Lorraine does sense that Eileen is afraid of her, which is completely different from the undead girl Lilith.
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