ebookland Chapter 455 You Smell Like My Son
Chapter 455 You Smell Like My Son
You can't lie flat...
Lightning still flashed and thunder roared around Atonement Isle, and the camouflage of the floating fortress remained. However, Lorraine, at the eye of the storm, lay beneath the temporary fortress of Enkiera, where Kel'Thuzad was stationed.
Ground troops have landed on the island and are about to break into the area from which Lorraine escaped.
Enkirah is a relatively unknown floating fortress, smaller than Naxxramas... Originally a magical fortress hidden underground by the Spider Demon Empire, it has now risen into the sky, requiring enormous energy to sustain this holy city...
Besides the energy crystals, every death fortress requires the constant sacrifice of living beings...
The screams Lorraine heard were real...
The lich Kel'Thuzad and his minions were unfazed and quite pleased with themselves. After the souls of these living people were exhausted, their remaining bodies could still be used by the Scourge, directly resurrecting them as tools of war. The path of white bones that Lorraine saw was the masterpiece of the great lich and the remnants discharged by the floating fortress.
As for the two demons, the ghouls that came from the sea were naturally products made on the spot by Enqila...
The materials used to create the army of the dead are generally humans, but also Vrykul or any weak and enslaved being on the continent of Northrend. The Vrykul king has long since submitted to the Lich King, and they are willing to fight for him, and even after death, they can be resurrected to become the Lich King's servants.
The Vrykul worship the strong, initially the Titans...
Countless years later, they revered the Lich King's power, while the lowly barbarians remained in a primitive, bloodthirsty state, having just been afflicted by the Curse of Flesh and hatched into large, monstrous creatures...
In a sense, the Old Gods were the creators of the undead army...
But the Lich King clearly wasn't on the same side as the Old Gods... Just like the Dark Titan of the Burning Legion, he remained an enemy of the Void from beginning to end... Sargeras, the Dark Titan, also hated these so-called Void Lords' minions and the Old Gods' parasites...
The Burning Legion seeks to destroy the world because life is easily corrupted by the Old Gods, and Titan creations have become flesh and blood, which the Order Titans cannot tolerate.
In other words, there are too many enemies of life...
Living is the hardest thing in the world; the enemies we must overcome are not only disease, but also desire and ego...
Even as an immortal, forgotten being, Lorraine's instinct for self-preservation and ruthless survival... feigning death was out of necessity... a show of weakness? This is the standard "playing dumb to outsmart the enemy" tactic advocated by her teacher...
But then, a face suddenly pressed directly against Lorraine's. The shock almost made Lorraine jump up from the ground.
Lorraine wasn't afraid of death, nor was he afraid of pain; he simply felt that avoiding conflict was always the best option... Murphy's Law states that what you fear most is what will happen...
Therefore, only by being fearless can one cope with any difficulty at any time.
Death Knight Thoras was supposed to follow Highlord Mograine, but in the blink of an eye, he turned back... Thoras was already quite old when he died.
Gray hair, somber eyes, and a high-bridged nose—these descriptions might not be entirely appropriate for an old man...
However, the towering Death Knight Solas had indeed been restored to a strange state due to the nourishment of death power; his physical attack power was far greater than that of ordinary human soldiers...
Instructor Rasúvia's cleave strike could cut down even the tribe's most resilient minotaur warrior in heavy armor and a shield if he wasn't careful...
With his skills from his lifetime combined with the power of the undead, Lorraine felt an oppressive aura emanating from the old man, making him wish he could lie down and kick his legs to get away... But the next second, the Death Knight seemed to angrily say, "You smell like my son!"
As he spoke, he lifted Lorraine high into the air with one hand, and Lorraine immediately heard the cracking sound of her collarbone breaking...
"Stop! Solas... His Majesty has ordered us to retrieve the Bloodstone Egg as soon as possible. We need this sample. Our master wants to create an Old God himself!"
Mograine, the leader of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, stopped Thoras from attacking Lorraine... He mentioned the Bloodstone Egg... This startled Lorraine, who happened to have several fragments of the Bloodstone Egg in his possession. Fortunately, these fragments had already lost their power, and had lost their power twice.
The final essence is mostly found in the Faceless One, Born...
Four other valuable fragments are found in the Arcane Cube on the Blood Elf Battlemage Captain Terra...
Lorraine couldn't help but feel worried.
Actually, what he should be worried about now is that his neck is about to be snapped by Solas, the strongest warrior among the former human kings... But Lorraine insists on holding back... To be honest, apart from the Tide Charm and the Frost Ring... he really doesn't have any trump cards left.
The only trump card is the plan reserved for an invincible entity...
Plans can’t keep up with changes!
Solas stared at Lorraine, remembering his handsome son, Prince Garin of Stromgarde... He remembered his own tragic death, the decline of Stromgarde, how the red banner of Stromgarde was rarely seen among the human forces...
A surge of resentment drove him to reach for the double-edged axe on his back with his other hand, preparing to chop Lorraine in two on the spot!
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Lorraine felt as if she had been thrown into the air, and the collar of her robe loosened.
But the crisis was not over; a chilling killing intent emanated from him...
A chill ran through my entire body!
The touch of death, the chill of frost...
At close range, the familiar death knight was far stronger than any of Lorraine's death knights. Lorraine had no doubt that the opponent could cleave a Draenei thunder elephant in two with sheer arm strength...
Just as the giant axe was about to strike...
A massive battleblade with a green skull embedded in its tip was held across Lorraine's path. The Fallen Ashbringer emitted a green light and instantly blocked the old king's battle axe strike... It seemed that the former Scarlet Highlord, Old Mograine, still harbored some pity.
The object of pity was a Forsaken minor mage...
An insignificant undead lying on the ground, feigning death and pretending to submit to the Scourge.
Old Mograine has become accustomed to letting power speak for itself; it has come to understand that the Scourge's status also needs to be proven through ability. Both being warriors, Old Mograine was a paladin of the Silver Hand in his lifetime, and his strength surpassed that of Thoras...
The important thing is that Old Mo also knows magic; it used to be the power of holy light, and now it's the power of death. The High Lord's word is law.
Solas, however, was not to be outdone. His resurrection was fueled by resentment and rage. The old scoundrel abandoned Lorraine and engaged the corrupted Ashbringer in battle, seemingly determined to prove who was the strongest death knight...
Lorraine, caught in the crossfire, was sent flying like a cannonball by the shockwave from the collision between the corrupted Ashbringer and the giant axe...
He plunged headfirst into the sand, leaving only his buttocks sticking out...
High in the sky, the great lich Kel'Thuzad watched with great interest... "An interesting little fellow, he has a ring on his hand that I also have... Could it be an old acquaintance?"
The great lich casually pointed.
Lorraine had just felt aches all over her body and tripped and fell flat on her face. The Fallen Ashbringer was indeed powerful; she wondered if it was the power of that gem... Then a burst of green light enveloped her, and Lorraine was unable to move...
He lost control of himself and flew towards the floating fortress!
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