ebookland Chapter 239 Internal Shadows
Chapter 239 Internal Shadows
No one told Her Majesty that Putres, that madman, had close ties with Scholomance in the north, nor did anyone inform her that the dreadlord Varimathras actually controlled the vast majority of the Forsaken civilians.
To force these ordinary Forsaken to obey, the Dreadlord directly supported the so-called Desolate Council, the so-called Democratic Self-Governing Council of the Forsaken...
The Queen has been inexplicably placed in an awkward position...
"By the way, is it true that the Plaguebringer Lorraine you recently appointed isn't from the North? What's the Shadow Priests' stance? Whom are they loyal to?"
"Your Excellency Varimathras, I am also very interested in this matter. This Lorraine suddenly appeared, and he actually possesses the source of undead power I have been searching for. Lady Elwynn has been protecting him and interfering with me, making it difficult for me to capture him for research... Originally, I intended to capture him for dissection, but unexpectedly, he has actually performed meritorious service and caught the Queen's eye... I'm afraid it will be very difficult to obtain him in the future..."
The master apothecary was hunched over, wearing a mask with only a slit visible, obscuring his expression. Only a series of eerie, maniacal laughs could be heard.
"However, I heard my anti-magic potion experiment was very successful; those mages in Dalaran couldn't cast spells at all. I've decided to upgrade this weapon and turn it into a bomb. Mounting it on an airship should be very effective against those spellcasters..."
The Dreadlord nodded in satisfaction. "Excellent, well done. It seems you've gained another useful talent among your subordinates. However, that enigmatic mage, Lady Elwin, is indeed a hindrance. I've heard she's trying to win over those fools of the Wasteland Council..."
“Those pathetic bastards in the Desolate Council think this is some kind of democratic council. They’ve forgotten where they are.”
"Only revenge, revenge against everyone, is the value and mission of the forgotten."
Grand Pharmacist Putres reached out and grabbed the heart of a test subject in a cage beside him... He held it up to examine it, then shook his head. "Her Majesty the Queen has been too lenient with them... We are the cursed..."
The Dreadlord patted Prester meaningfully, "You don't understand. These bugs are just a smokescreen I arranged... Her Majesty the Queen must play by our rules, or she'll just be a lonely, fooled woman... Haha, haha! I don't want to see this poor elven woman cry; the banshee's cries are truly chilling..."
The hunched apothecary wanted to argue, but seeing the Dreadlord's raised face, he could only lower his head in submission.
He was formally chosen by Varimathras, which gave him the opportunity to become one of only two Grand Apothecaries in the Undercity Royal Apothecary Society... As a member of the Shadow Council, the actual leaders of the entire Shadow Council seem to be subservient to the Dreadlord...
Ner'zhul in the past, Gul'dan in the past, and Illidan in the present are all loyal servants of the Burning Legion, while the Dreadlords are the Burning Legion's messengers and enforcers on earth...
“Alright, let’s speed things up. We need more effective potions, not only for the Queen, but for me too… Also, please tell my brother that although this plan didn’t go smoothly, the result is the same… I just hope my brother will keep his promise. I don’t want to see the main force of the Scarlet Crusade appear in the heart of Undercity. They’re useless now… I don’t want these people to become Alliance spies, interfering with our plans. Someone from the Argent Dawn is already gathering these puppets…”
The Grand Apothecary and the Death Hunter lurking in the shadows of the Alchemy Chamber accepted the order and silently withdrew.
Varimathras fell into deep thought...
His gaze was completely different from when he was with the Queen; the dense black magic emanating from him was like black flames, scorching the surrounding ground...
Normally, however, he keeps his magic hidden; he only appears intimidating on the outside...
Meanwhile, just a wall away, Queen Sylvanas was having a private conversation with her new best friend.
That is, Master Aegwynn, who goes by the alias Ms. Alvin.
"Your Excellency, your protégé is quite good. The person you recommended is indeed worth cultivating. However, the undead sentinels reported that one of your other two protégés has betrayed us and been beheaded, becoming evidence used by the Kirin Tor councilors to accuse Undercity of instigating war. The other seems to be missing..."
The Queen recounted the plight of Aegwynn's disciples with a slightly icy tone.
The so-called "good disciple" naturally refers to Lorraine, the plague messenger...
The one whose head was cut off was Tyler, who betrayed and identified Lorraine. He was taken back to the key part by Master Yuvel, and he seemed to still retain a trace of consciousness... It was truly tragic.
The one who's missing is Eileen...
Lady Aegwynn learned all this from Undercity's spies; she was now one of Undercity's key figures, and the entire Magic Quarter obeyed her every command...
Aegwynn sighed and shook his head helplessly.
She personally intervened to save two young human mage apprentices, ensuring their survival. Ordinary mortals who fell into the dungeons and alchemy labs of the Forsaken generally met a tragic end.
Undead cannot reproduce; most newcomers are acquired through converting corpses...
The success rate isn't as high as you might imagine...
Not all corpses are fortunate enough to be resurrected.
It is also very difficult to regain full consciousness after being resurrected.
Chemists in Undercity have long been dedicated to creating soulless beings... cyborgs like Constantine, created by piecing together corpses and activating life with the power of lightning. The entire Undercity is essentially a giant experimental facility...
There's always a churning of green, poisonous water... causing the alchemy chambers of Undercity to unleash lightning...
However, the current results are not ideal, and even the Cataclysm scientists within Naxxramas are finding it difficult to mass-produce bioweapons.
The Abominations and Corpse Constructs are already the best results we can achieve; they're still several levels below the Scourge...
Their organs had long since decayed and were no longer functioning properly... With a few exceptions, most undead creatures were merely walking corpses clinging to life, mostly fueled by resentment, with a smaller portion possessing magical power from the abyss of the afterlife...
The blue ghostly flames are the death force that enables them to move.
Anyone who can wield a weapon is a warrior; anyone who can cast spells and summon minions is an elite...
Commanding this group of Forsaken and bio-weapons in battle is no easy task.
Unlike ordinary Forsaken, Lady Aegwynn appears as an aged undead woman with a hunched back and a wooden stick in her hand, which upon closer inspection is actually a staff.
When they first met, Lorraine had no idea that this human female mage, the legendary guardian, was truly authentic.
Under normal circumstances, most people would not be able to connect this hunched, white-haired undead woman with no pupils, only black whites in her eyes, with Aegwynn, the once spirited and most powerful mage in human history, and the legendary guardian of humanity.
In fact, Queen Sylvanas was able to confirm her identity because she had captured a spy sent by the enemy—a strange, Lightforged undead assassin who claimed to belong to the Inquisition and had been infused with the Holy Light.
That guy has deep ties to the Arcane Order; he infiltrated Undercity under Ravenholdt's guidance...
After being captured by the Dark Rangers of Undercity, she was subjected to all sorts of torture... Only through secret magic did the Queen confirm Lady Elwin's identity from the spy.
The Queen was overjoyed to discover that the ordinary Forsaken who had been hiding in Undercity weaving cloth was actually Aegwynn, the legendary archmage and mother of Medivh, the former guardian of humanity...
A figure from a thousand years ago...
Once vanished from history, only appearing in Theramore as a legend worshipped by many mages, he once guided Jaina and served as her retainer... but for some reason, he disappeared completely.
People once believed that Aegwynn was dead and buried on the outskirts of Karazhan...
She reappeared in Undercity as one of the Forsaken.
The Queen naturally hoped the other party could help her...
“Taylor and Eileen are indeed my disciples, but Lorraine is not. He is my chosen successor... The Council of Tirisfal needs fresh talent. This mission to Dalaran is also a test for him.”
"So the master has high hopes for the little guy."
"But I never expected that his name would be known to the world now, which is not in line with the tradition of the Tirisfal Council members."
"Haha, Master, you're overthinking it... Apart from me and a few others, no one knows about the Council of Tirisfal. This organization is much older than me. It disappeared hundreds of years ago, so why bother with those details?"
The Queen smiled, a rare occurrence, and a slight smile appeared on her face when Lorraine was mentioned.
Almost no one has ever seen the Queen smile, except for a sinister, cold laugh...
Aegwynn shook his head. "Our mission as the Council of Tirisfal is to save lives, but he's spreading fear... Dalaran has flown away, and he hasn't returned to complete his mission yet. I really don't know if this little guy has already given up on his mission."
The Queen shook her head. "I don't think so. The situation was very complicated... It's difficult for me to tell you everything... Master, my meaning remains the same as before: I hope you will join us. These poor Forsaken truly need a powerful guardian..."
"Haven't I been here all along? I think if Your Majesty were willing to abandon revenge and join the new Council of Tirisfal, then peace would be within your grasp..."
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