Chapter 350 The First Meeting in the Underground Kingdom
Chapter 350 The First Meeting in the Underground Kingdom
The unlucky Prince Garin caused the ground to collapse due to his excessive movements after waking up.
No one could believe that a patient who was nearly paralyzed could cause his tent to collapse on his own. The guards and personal soldiers who came to the rescue discovered the truth immediately.
Below Prince Garin's camp, for some unknown reason, there was a huge pit with several fissures covered in spider webs, leading to an unknown area.
Because the cave entrance was so large and deep, the servants, in their panic, were unable to determine whether their master was alive or dead.
The cave entrance was incredibly deep. Below, the starlight twinkled, and a current of air suggested there was more space below. No one could have imagined that another unknown world lay beneath the valley entrance to Lake Lordamere.
Only a few knowledgeable old mages suddenly remembered that the ancient tomes in the forbidden library of Karazhan recorded that tens of thousands of years ago, the original inhabitants of the continent of Azeroth were not just primitive trolls.
Deep underground, there is a lost kingdom that constantly competes with trolls for resources.
They are a mysterious race, unlike creatures like trolls, more like an insect or a spider.
In the far north, on the continent of Northrend, dwarven explorers have discovered the ruins of an underground, primitive empire, dating back to the very beginning of the Titans' arrival in Azeroth.
According to historical records, the offspring of the ancient gods gave rise to a unique species that reproduced at an extremely rapid rate.
They can even influence the surrounding environment, turning places that were originally unsuitable for their survival into their nests. In the history of trolls, the great troll empire was destroyed by a mysterious monster race.
The Ahn'Qiraj insectoids... are just one of the many branches of this race.
In reality, even the Zerg of the Spider Demon Empire, enslaved by the Lich King in the Arctic, are only a few of the most powerful Zerg empires in existence.
The Spiderlings themselves comprise multiple factions, widely distributed throughout the underground world. This time, they were discovered for the first time near the Dalaran crater... The Kirin Tor elder who came to the rescue, shocked and excited, relayed the news to his companions not far away.
Less than half an hour after the incident, just as the army set off, the Kirin Tor mages surrounded the cave entrance where Prince Garin had disappeared again, and began to study and explore it.
Even Master Yuvel exclaimed with delight, "Finally found it! The ancient, lost ruins are here! Indeed, a small difference can lead to a huge error! The old fogies in the council were right; the illusions sensed from the abyss magic were real... the records in the ruins of Ahn'Qiraj are also true... the abyss where the Old Gods hid has always been right beside us, but we don't know which branch the entrance here belongs to..."
The entire human camp immediately erupted in excitement, except for Prince Galin's subordinates, who looked worried. The people who came to their rescue no longer cared about their prince's safety... They simply began researching ancient artifacts and exploring caves. The Kirin Tor mages even considered building a fortress directly at the cave entrance.
"Marshal Garin has fallen... Quickly send someone to rescue him!"
The squire from Stromgarde, his voice trembling with tears, pleaded with the captain of the guard. The captain, standing at the cave entrance, threw down a pebble, but for a full ten minutes there was no echo. He could only shrug: "It's not that we don't want to search, but as you can see, it's unfathomably deep down there. With our limited manpower, there's simply no way we can go down and explore."
“Master Yuvel has ordered that this place be taken over by the Kirin Tor. The cave below is extremely dangerous, and no one is allowed to go down there without authorization. Otherwise, they will bear all the risks themselves.”
"Operation Stormstorm has begun. We must hold the camp and ensure supplies for the front lines. So, if you want to rescue your prince, hurry back to Stromgarde to gather more men..."
After the countess finished speaking, her chief bodyguard led his men away, sealing off the area and erecting warning signs before leaving.
Upon hearing this, only a dozen or so of Garin's personal guards remained who had survived near the previous shelter. They were anxious but dared not make any rash moves... Garin's adjutants led most of the cavalry to the battlefield.
Only a few loyal servants and guards who served Garin remained in the camp, staring blankly at the cave entrance. They could only hope that Prince Garin was blessed and would emerge unharmed from the abyss... Otherwise, with the death of the last prince of Stromgarde, the Kingdom of Red Stormgard would truly be doomed...
Unless the prince's uncle, who lives far away in another realm, returns...
These were not circumstances that these ordinary guards could change. The situation was complex deep within the cave, and no one dared to venture down alone, especially after discovering some magnificent and vast ancient architectural complexes.
Only the Kirin Tor were allowed to go down into the cave...
Sometimes away in the abyss below, just a few dozen meters from where Garin's bed had collapsed, Lorraine, pale-faced, was frantically running through the darkness. Earlier, the bed and tent where Prince Garin had been located had collapsed—yes, it was related to Lorraine again.
He had no choice but to do this, as all his henchmen had been wiped out by this point.
He had never imagined that such a terrifying creature existed in the world. Just how terrifying? At this moment, Lorraine had already lost an arm! To be precise, half of his body had withered and dried up.
Fortunately, his legs were unharmed, and Lorraine directed all his servants to stop the strange-looking faceless creature.
Anyone who gets close to the Faceless One's flesh and blood zombies is almost instantly drained of their life force, their flesh and skin drying up before they even get a chance to get near. The audacious and ignorant Lorraine once rushed over to try and snatch the Bloodstone Egg from the Faceless One's forehead.
He forcefully used his right hand to pry open the faceless man's forehead, then leaped onto the man's head. Because he was quite fast, he actually succeeded.
But the moment the Bloodstone Egg was removed, he found that half of his body was sucked in by tentacles. His already withered body, which was already a dead body, was drained of its remaining biomass and became extremely shriveled.
Lorraine was so frightened that she immediately used Flash.
Rapidly escape from the Faceless Ones...
However, after only a few seconds of contact, Lorraine was horrified to find that the life force in her right hand, along with her arm and even half of her body, had been drained. A black, shadowy flame burned and entangled her.
Lorraine experienced not only physical pain.
His magic was rapidly draining away, and he roughly understood the danger his teacher had mentioned regarding the Bloodstone Egg. Holding the Bloodstone Egg in his hand, he couldn't tell whether it was the stone itself that was drawing him in, or whether it was the tentacle-like faceless being that was draining him dry.
Or, both.
One sucks blood, the other sucks mana.
What kind of creature is this? It's practically the bane of life. Even a powerful mage like him, a necromancer, has no effect on the wraiths within him. The vengeful spirits are merely used as nourishment, absorbed by the creature. The Faceless One is like a rogue who has spotted a naked, beautiful girl, relentlessly pursuing him.
His underlings were almost invincible, and would scatter at the slightest touch.
Left with no other choice, he threw out all the poison and bombs... but it was all in vain. Instead, it disrupted the stability of the underground pit by the lake, creating a huge rift in the abyss of hell.
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