ebookland Chapter 340 More, I need more!
Chapter 340 More, I need more!
"You say you're unhappy, then you're unhappy... Lorraine, I'm really happy right now! I'm enjoying the growth that comes with wisdom and courage... Whether it's magic, disguise, movement techniques, or fist techniques, this is what the teacher meant by the feeling of a true strong person. Destroying everything in its path, I can do that too!"
Lorraine answered the question that was nagging at her...
Magic power has begun to gather in his hands.
He tentatively took the voice-over as his teacher's dissatisfaction, but obviously his teacher wouldn't say that... It was another entity that suddenly appeared... a strange entity that liked to stir up emotions, bewitch mortals, and say that everything was an illusion.
Enemies appeared at the door, the first to confront them being three familiar human men in blue and purple robes.
Lorraine remained calm and composed. The instant the Dalaran guards appeared, he cast Polymorph, turning them into sheep.
With a bleating sound, one of the three enemies instantly transformed into a little lamb and wandered around in place.
His two companions were slightly taken aback when Lorraine flashed past them and headed straight for the back side door downstairs.
"Who goes there? Chase them!"
A guard wielding a hammer and shield shouted, followed by several others who surged in through the front door, while Lorraine had already slipped out through the side door...
In the blink of an eye, Lorraine vanished without a trace; the group could only barely make out a single figure.
The person upstairs responded, "That madman turned into a skeleton! Oh my god, help!"
Several Dalaran guards who were preparing to give chase were forced to rush back upstairs to fight the headless zombies and the skeletons formed from the remains of Kergan. These were new species enhanced by Lorraine; unlike the previous fragile minions, they possessed a certain degree of magic resistance...
The gifts Lorraine gave to the Dalaran Guardians were two items: one with extremely high fire resistance and the other with extremely high ice resistance. Both possessed astonishing defensive capabilities, making it difficult for ordinary swords and blunt weapons to penetrate the most vulnerable joints of skeletal creatures.
This is the wisdom that Lorraine spoke of!
He hadn't been just sitting around inside his teacher's body these past few days. Before obtaining Aegwynn's spellbook, he had been familiarizing himself with and studying the necromancer's abilities again. He came to an answer: the creatures summoned by a necromancer were not static.
Different mediums and infused magic, along with the aid of the Eye of Truth, complete the intricate construction...
Even seemingly insignificant little skeletons can be summoned at varying levels by different necromancers.
Do you think Lorraine is going to crush the guards chasing him with his own hands? He doesn't want to waste his energy; he only needs to make a slight move, and the guards of Dalaran will be in for a world of trouble.
Lorraine slipped out the back door and hid by the dilapidated watchtower, spying on the guards' movements.
The remains of two traitors were wreaking havoc, and the faint screams of human men could be heard... Then the Dalaran mage guards displayed their skills...
"Strange, why can't I cast a fireball..."
"Me too..."
"Idiot, fireball won't hurt it...it's not afraid at all!"
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"Impossible, aren't the undead afraid of fire?"
"Ice magic. Attack! What's going on? It's not affected by slow effects! Ah... Help! It's grabbed me... Help me..."
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"Call a priest! Quickly call a priest, a paladin, anyone will do. Come and save them..."
"Find a capable helper! Quickly, call the warden!"
Lorraine listened carefully to the sounds coming from the two dormitories behind him and smiled knowingly... Seeing more and more people squeezing into the dormitories, he went directly into a small room on the other side. This room was obviously different from the cold and dilapidated dormitory next door. Not only was it brightly lit, but there was also a fireplace.
As soon as Lorraine entered, she saw a guy lying in a hammock, looking quite serious, intently reading a book.
The man didn't even look up, remaining completely absorbed in his own world, as if the noise outside had nothing to do with him.
"Kegandar is going mad again. He won't last until he's free. The Kirin Tor mages will think we're all insane. This is a real pain. I was hoping to go fishing on the shores of Stranglethorn Vale, but looks like that's a long way off..."
The man put down the book and looked up in confusion.
"Who are you? Where is my maid? I don't like male servants!"
The person craned their neck, revealing a withered, rough body beneath the ornate and neat clothes; the ghostly form could not be concealed. The person seemed to have discovered something. This was in contrast to the equally pale arms and slender figure.
"You're not a Kirin Tor servant, you're undead? A Forsaken! Oh no, you're here to kill us... Help..."
The leisurely traitor Dermot was enjoying human life, even though he was clearly a resurrected Forsaken... His cries turned into screams, and Lorraine, without any mercy, swung his heavy hammer and finished him off.
The whole process took only three seconds, and the hammer was even picked up from the doorway...
Having found the Bloodstone Orb he wanted, Lorraine turned and left. Before leaving, he moved the firewood to the hammock beside him, and the entire hut burst into flames.
Lorraine hadn't gone far when a fiery phantom appeared and immediately began its slaughter...
Another group of Dalaran human guards who rushed to investigate were slaughtered. Their attacks were almost ineffective against Dermot, the fire spirit transformed by Lorraine... Dermot's flames could directly incinerate mortal bodies.
The screams were endless.
"Just one more to go..."
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The chaos in Hillsbrad has reached a fever pitch. The plague dog is dead, but the infection it caused, the undead horde, is spreading rapidly.
Upon receiving news that Prince Garin was critically wounded and unconscious, the human army by the lake, guided by their lieutenant, marched to the town of Hillsbrad to fight the undead. Chaos reigned; the entire town of Hillsbrad was engulfed in flames, and groups of fire spirits leaped about—some were drunkards, others were infected undead who had lost all sense of pain...
Most of the people of Hillsbrad fled to the sea. It seemed that some people remained in the mayor's hall. These were the elite soldiers of the mayor's guard. They were still busy with something in the mayor's hall. The fortifications at the entrance were completed. The only thing in the entire town of Hillsbrad that was safe was the mayor's hall. On the one hand, there were people guarding it, and on the other hand, there was a secret passage that was constantly transporting supplies.
"Mayor, something's happened at the shelter!"
"What happened? Their affairs are none of our business now. Take everyone onto the boat and go to the island for roll call!"
The servant Blancard ran to tell his master that the mayor of Bonn had given him a severe scolding.
"What time is it? Let me tell you, after tonight, we will have nothing to do with the Alliance."
"But this was an order issued by Master Yuvel..."
"Screw the Kirin Tor! The moment Dalaran flew away, we had nothing to do with them anymore... Let them eat shit!"
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Thus, the human camp by the lake focused all its efforts on rescuing Hillsbrad Town, while Mayor Bonn led most of the people to the mysterious island of Atonement in the sea for refuge. They severed their ties with the Alliance, and before the entire attack plan against Undercity could be implemented, the human Alliance had already developed cracks.