ebookland Chapter 206 A Few Helpers Arrive
Chapter 206 A Few Helpers Arrive
Lorraine didn't understand Terra's meaning, but his teacher probably grasped it a little.
However, neither the master nor the apprentice cared what those big shots thought; they were only concerned with their own goals.
One is, where is the next body part?
The other is the rescue objective hidden in Dalaran... that's a condition set by Lady Aegwynn for joining the Council of New Tirisfal, and also a core objective quest that yields more rewards.
Why risk your life for it?
It's just about learning more spells, becoming an elite member of the tribe, fulfilling your dreams, and incidentally redeeming yourself and your teacher...
As for the teacher?
He seems to have many unknown secrets, and only by finding the next part can he get the answers from his "godfather".
Terra stared blankly at Lorraine, a little annoyed...
"Guest, this is the second time I've helped you... You have one more chance! Also, Jaina is the next Chancellor, and every Chancellor is a formidable opponent. Please choose your opponent wisely next time... Your progress is too slow; Undercity is very dissatisfied, which is why the Queen has come in person? We hope that's the reason, otherwise Silvermoon City and the Sunreavers will become enemies of the Forsaken..."
"Master Rhonin and Lord Krasus have returned; things will only get more difficult from now on..."
"If you cannot complete the rescue mission and leave as planned within the next two hours, we will have no choice but to hand over your body! We will send someone to help you escape within two hours. If you fail, you will bear the consequences. Do I understand now?"
Lorraine nodded, indicating that she understood...
But what good is understanding now? He can't move anymore...
Terra watched as Jaina and the others walked away, while onlookers peeked out from the surrounding area of the Cursed Raven Inn. With a wave of her hand, the Sunreaver guards filed in... Seeing Captain Terra's unfriendly gaze, everyone consciously dispersed... Some hid in their rooms, while others simply sat in a corner and chug down strong liquor.
Basically, just don't let the Sunreavers' battle mages target you...
Uro and the others who had previously covered for Lorraine surrounded him, seemingly quite concerned about his condition.
Lorraine sized up his black-clad henchmen; several had eyes similar to his... they seemed to be from the Forsaken... several were also badly injured, as if their joints were broken...
I can't even pick up the weapons...
A masked undead thief, the weapon he held in his hand, looked more and more like a shattered wine bottle to Lorraine...
Upon closer inspection, it was indeed a bar weapon... Apparently, this thief smashed the bottle to join the fight... It's no wonder he got beaten to a pulp by the regulars...
He shook his head casually, "A few oddballs are my helpers?"
Terra nodded...
As one of the helpers, who was checking on Lorraine's condition as he helped him to his feet, suddenly ripped off his mask... "Oh dear, it's been a few days. Has our Plague Messenger, Lord Lorraine, become so disrespectful?"
Lorraine looked up at the person who spoke...
The hoarse voice sounded somewhat familiar, but he couldn't immediately recognize who was calling him.
"Scout Lorraine, having saved the remaining Gravekeepers during the Battle of Fenice's Isle, was promoted three ranks... but due to his possession of unknown necromancy, he was placed under surveillance by the Undercity Varimathras Elite Guard... and demoted to a second-tier Gravekeeper infantryman. Later, he killed Arugal at Shadowfang Keep and captured Burnwood Village... and was promoted three ranks again, becoming a sixth-tier officer, Sergeant First Class, of the Defiler Legion. He was recalled to Undercity and appointed as the Plaguebringer, with the goal of capturing Dalaran!"
"Lorraine, the plague messenger! Have you forgotten your duty?"
The Forsaken opposite him shouted sternly, and the surrounding undead assassins looked serious... leaving Lorraine with no choice but to put on a brave face.
"Don't forget!"
The Forsaken, supporting Lorraine, nodded. "The Queen said the Plaguebringer is a hero of Undercity. Capturing Ambermill would normally be a reward of honor, but the war is urgent. Right now, the Forsaken need to eliminate the Alliance threat! The Death Hunter assassin forces around Dalaran are ready to support the Plaguebringer's operations..."
Lorraine was slightly surprised to hear the Queen's order.
Turning my head, I exclaimed, "Ah, I remember now! It's you! Chrysanthemum tea!"
The latter nodded: "It's me, a Death Hunter trainee, formerly a Level 2 [Undead Sentinel], codename 'Chrysanthemum Tea'! It's only been a few days, little mage, and you're already the high and mighty Plaguebringer? Our entire mission this time is to help you..."
Uro nodded in agreement. "It's better that you know each other. Enough with the nonsense, time is running out. I only promise to bring you in for Undercity; what happens after that is none of the arena's business... My influence with the Trade Guards can only go this far. After this, it'll be questionable whether the Kirin Tor can even keep the Arena of Will running..."
High-ranking warlord Uro shook his head; favors and face-saving are the hardest things to repay...
His entire life belonged to the heartbroken...
The members of the "Heartbroken" are mostly the Forgotten Ones or wanderers who have drifted from place to place... They don't join Undercity, but instead eke out a living around the world, living like zombies for some unknown purpose...
Becoming gladiators might be a good option for them to find meaning in life...
Undercity's goals are different...
Seeing the Chrysanthemum Tea Undead Rogue with whom he had defeated the first minor lich just over ten days ago, Lorraine was quite moved. It seemed the other person had also improved, though not at the same exaggerated, rocket-like pace of leveling up and gaining honor as himself.
The Undead Sentinels are a secret service organization in Undercity, while the Death Hunters are a frontline force that carries out special operations.
They belong to different sequences...
Although their duties differ, their goals are largely the same: to carry out the orders of Queen Sylvanas for the Forsaken.
Aside from the chrysanthemum tea, the other Forsaken assassins remained silent, neither speaking nor removing their masks...
Even walking seems to make no sound...
Chrysanthemum Tea was helping Lorraine through the sewer passages; they seemed to be heading towards the sewer exit with a specific purpose in mind...
Lorraine was on the verge of death when he suddenly asked, "No, no! We haven't saved the people we're supposed to! Where are we going?"
Chrysanthemum Tea, hearing this, asked in confusion, "The person we're trying to rescue is you? We're retreating now. This road is a passage to the black market; it used to lead to Lake Lordamere, but now it's suspended in mid-air! But don't worry, someone should already be waiting at the cave entrance..."
"No, no, no! There's still one person who hasn't been saved. We can't leave!"
"Lorraine, are you stupid? In your current state, who can you save... Our goal is to save you. There are many brothers sacrificing themselves to save you! They are all fighting against the Alliance, just covering for us!"
"No! Put me down..."
Lorraine struggled frantically, while her Forsaken accomplices around her exchanged speechless glances...
Lorraine's mind drifted to Lady Aegwynn's repeated entrustment... If he were carried back like this, not to mention the possibility that the High Apothecary Putres of Undercity might devour him...
All his hard work to sneak in and rescue people has been in vain...
They also couldn't join the Council of Tirisfal, the oldest mage organization in history that has protected Azeroth!
I still haven't received the reward.
Even if I return to Undercity, the Queen will still consider me a useless piece of trash, right?
No, I still have a chance...
He struggled, but the Forsaken protecting and rescuing him paid no heed; Chrysanthemum Tea and the others ran at breakneck speed... The blockade of Dalaran wasn't obvious within the secret passage; it was a newly dug tunnel when it was originally designed...
Even in the surveillance crystal model inside Violet Castle, this place is shrouded in mist...
The owners behind the Arena of Will are no ordinary people either; their methods and strength should not be underestimated.
The goblin gunships and many advanced technologies of Undercity were obtained from the goblin trade prince, and the two have a close relationship... A significant portion of the logistics for the Forsaken army in Undercity relies on the support of goblins.
The entire tribe was discussing with the goblins the possibility of forming a unified entity...
However, goblins can never let go of their business in Azeroth and even Outland. They will not abandon their neutral status unless absolutely necessary, after all, it is a valuable source of income for them to make money by trading between the two!
A light appeared ahead; the sewer outlet was right in front of us!
If Chrysanthemum Tea can successfully rescue the Plaguebringer Lorraine, she will be able to become a full member of the Death Hunters!
But his old friend seemed unwilling to help him...
After a strange flash, Chrysanthemum Tea discovered that Lorraine's body had floated up automatically and was semi-transparent... He reached out to touch it, but passed right through it; Lorraine's body seemed to have become transparent...
In the blink of an eye, Lorraine was gone!
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