ebookland Chapter 422 Killing the chicken to scare the monkey
Chapter 422 Killing the chicken to scare the monkey
The small island of atonement is unremarkable in appearance...
No one knew this place was the stronghold of a cult; they only thought it was an abandoned desert island...
A misty fog hung over the sea, and the temperature near Silverpine Forest was rather low... Gilneas Bay was damp and cold, with no three days of sunshine in a row. Lorraine and his companions were struggling to break out of the dungeon on the island, while outside, towering waves raged.
Accompanied by a sudden downpour, the blood-red warship anchored near the cemetery on the island capsized in the raging waves... The sailors left on board had no choice but to jump into the sea, and the survivors frantically reached the shore, unable to believe that the once tranquil sea had suddenly turned into a raging storm.
The hundreds of Scarlet Crusade fighters were unaware that they had no way out.
Even Lorraine didn't know that even if he ran back outside the lighthouse, there was no way to get back to shore amidst the giant waves. Besides, the Hillsbrad Foothills area was already the main battleground between the Alliance and the Horde...
Around the base of Atonement Island, numerous bubbles rose to the surface, making the island resemble a boiling cauldron. The ants on the cauldron were the Scarlet Crusade, who had come to rescue people, along with Lorraine and Rayleigh...
A group of Faceless Ones descended upon the world, and even the lava of hell boiled...
Accompanied by wails, only empty shells remained deep within the dungeon. Even the group of blood corpses that Lorraine had transformed on the spot were not spared; even in death, they were drained of their last bit of flesh and blood energy.
The Faceless Ones absorb energy including life force, magic, blood, and organic matter...
So-called organisms are actually just a hodgepodge, the residue of life...
Within minutes, no living person who had not left the altar ground was spared.
The Faceless Ones walk slowly up the steps, but in reality, they can teleport themselves or their targets to their front in a short distance, so almost no mortal can escape them.
Mayor Bourne was no longer human, but his excited voice echoed in everyone's ears...
"Come into the pot... the hot pot of life. No one can escape!"
The smaller Faceless Ones chanted in unison, "No one can escape! Twilight will reveal all. The Lord of Life is calling..."
If Lorraine observed carefully, he could see that the scribe Horace and the commoner Wilkes, who were now transformed into faceless beings, were different from ordinary faceless beings. The sorcerer Horace's tentacles were rootless, and his entire face was transformed into rootless tentacles... One hand was transformed into a thick tentacle, while the other forked into three smaller tentacles.
It was essentially an octopus, yet it could chant spells and occasionally cast them towards the cave entrance that both Lorraine and the Scarlet Crusade wanted to reach...
Clusters of black energy traveled along the central pillar of the altar, reaching the entrance of the lighthouse before the altar could move.
Before Lorraine and the others realized it, the Horace tentacle monster had already cast a spell to seal off the dungeon...
The commoner Wilkes, when walking, would sometimes emit light and sometimes disappear into the void, as if switching between reality and illusion in a series of cycles... Its hands, however, had transformed into tentacles... The two tentacles had extraordinary vision, and a strange eyeball was mounted on its head... The eyeball could rotate 360 degrees without any blind spots.
When it disappears into the void and reappears, the crimson warrior hundreds of meters above its head will be grabbed in its hand, kneaded like mud, drained, ground up, and thrown into the lava fissures...
Humans are still running for their lives...
The only living witness was Prince Garin, who was already frozen in terror...
He seemed to be receiving special treatment from the mayor of Bonn; the chains and bone hooks binding him were noticeably thicker and stronger... He was firmly pinned to the wall, witnessing the Faceless Ones hunting and feeding...
“Enraki…”
A bolt of lightning struck the crumbling lighthouse top, sending rubble and debris raining down, along with some dilapidated wooden stairs...
Everyone suddenly saw a black sphere blocking the entrance...
Lorraine had never been to the bottom of the tower before; he and Terra were teleported to this blood pool and were unaware of the seriousness of the situation.
The Crimson Warrior Herold's face turned ashen, and Jordan, who had caught up with Lorraine, also changed his expression. "The exit is blocked. Hmph, let's see where you run now. Die, you evil undead Scourge!"
"Oh, excuse me, bald mage. Let me clarify! I am not the Scourge... I am Lorraine the Forsaken, a champion of the Queen of Undercity!"
Lorraine must have been tired from running, so she stopped to rest and turned to Jordan, the Pure One, to express her dissatisfaction... and reveal her identity.
"What?! Lorraine, the Plaguebringer! It's him! The evil necromancer on the wanted list! Herod, we must kill him!"
Without a word, Jordan launched a fireball at Lorraine... Terra easily blocked it, and the fireball slammed into a wall... The reason she blocked the fireball with her bare hands was because the battle mage Terra had pre-cast a layer of frost magic in her hand...
Ice and fire magic clash head-on; Terra is not only skilled in void magic, gravity magic, and arcane magic.
As an elite officer in the combat division, she is proficient in all three major spell schools...and understands almost all existing spell types in Dalaran. She is also skilled in close combat, possessing the agility of a ranger, and adept at using short swords and daggers.
The Scarlet Legion included many veterans of Lordaeron; they were numerous, well-equipped, carrying shields and muskets. The terrain here was narrow, restricting the movement of many warriors... The group was crammed onto the spiraling steps, each soldier extremely cautious, fearing they might be pushed off into the abyss...
dilemma...
Making full use of the terrain, Lorraine, under Terra's cover, also began casting spells...
Frost Nova, Fingers of Ice, Spike Ice...
Frostbolt, Arcane Explosion.
Having dealt with the enemies frantically attacking him from both sides, Lorraine sensed something was wrong. The crimson soldiers who first reached the entrance attempted to pass through the black barrier, but as soon as they touched it, their metal swords melted away, and their flesh and blood dissolved upon contact.
People retreated in fear, and some unlucky souls were pushed off the steps...
Looking back, every iron chain, every pillar of the altar, every side of the steps... was filled with Faceless Ones... I don't know if it's asexual reproduction or mitosis, but the Faceless Ones seemed to have even more in number...
Under Herod's command, the Crimson Warrior hastily turned his gun around and unleashed a dense hail of lead bullets at the Faceless One...
The bullet pierced the body of the giant beast that the mayor had transformed into, yet it remained unharmed...
It was as if the bullet was shooting at a phantom...
“Enraji is the incarnation of the god of death. You should not resist, but embrace death and become one with the god... I will grant you endless freedom, the freedom to become anything... As long as you abandon your mortal bodies, you will live forever.”
The mayor spoke, this time with a strange human voice emanating from the tentacles wriggling beneath his body, which was three times the size of an elephant.
You could barely make out that it was Mayor Bourne...
Before his soul had fully transformed, Lorraine immediately noticed that the giant faceless being, who was actually Mayor Bourne, was carrying someone by its tentacles... It was none other than Prince Garin, who had originally come to massacre the village...
At this moment, it looked like a pitiful doll, nailed to an iron cross, covered in blood... its face ashen.
"The guilty will be endlessly tormented by the fires of hell... never to be redeemed. Even the Lich King will suffer the same fate as the patricide..."
Mayor Bourne's tentacles loosened, and Lorraine and the others saw Garin, carrying the Iron Cross, slide down into the fissure of the earth filled with the clanging and rattling of countless chains...
It's like making an example of someone...