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Chapter 187 Justice from Heaven

Lorraine clutched the black eyeball, a little nervous. He was worried that someone would discover the treasure he had finally obtained. He glanced back nervously, hesitating whether to immediately merge the two eyes together.

Fortunately, he was the only one in the center of the arena, along with these prisoners in iron cages.

Unlike the Eye of Light, the Shadow Eye is not dazzling; it can even isolate and absorb surrounding energy, like a tiny black hole... undetectable to humans.

This is also why the person in the cage was able to survive for so long...

"【Eye of Light】has a built-in dispel aura. When the aura is activated, it can dispel any summoned creature with holy light for 3 minutes."

The attack deals additional holy light damage...

Undead creatures within the Holy Light aura will continuously lose health, deducting 1% of their life energy per second, until they are completely destroyed.

Allied units recover 1% health energy per second and are immune to negative damage-over-time abilities...

Because it conflicts with necromancy, it is necessary to find the Eye of Shadow to neutralize it.

Only the wearer can use it...

Recalling the description of that sacred relic... compared to the [Eye of Shadow], it doesn't seem to have any special functions?

It can only conceal one's presence... and absorb the surrounding energy...

Its description is vague...like an unblessed jewel, something about an eye shrouded in darkness...is it just an eye? So pure? Where is there any treasure?

According to the teacher, the prayer and incantation seem to be sacred objects and ritual implements of pastors. Praying can connect with holy light and save the world.

Curse can use the power of shadow to corrupt enemies...

Both can be switched at will...

It symbolizes the coexistence of light and darkness.

In the past, only holy priests of the Church of Light's bishop level and shadow messengers could possess it...

Lorraine desperately wanted to take out the Eye of Light and merge it with the Eye of Shadow on the spot, but this wasn't a safe place... He could only suppress his curiosity and wait for the right opportunity. He also hoped that the two eyes would merge into one, and his teacher would regain his sight...

"I'm not blind. What do you mean by restoring sight... finding your eyes seems to grant new abilities, and I can help you again. We have confidence again!"

The teacher was also looking forward to it, but at this moment he had to reassure his students to calm down.

Look at that poor thing in the cage. That person gave you their treasured possession, which they'd kept for years, without a hint of regret, as if they were relieved... I hope this thing doesn't have any side effects...

The master and apprentice had to be patient...

"By the way, who exactly is this guy? Is he really not the one you're supposed to save?"

"It doesn't seem to be him..."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's keep searching!"

Lorraine nodded to himself, put the Eye of Shadow into his pocket, and wandered around the iron cages again.

He secretly noted down the target of the tenth iron cage... Judging by appearances, these dark, filthy cages, buried deep underground for years, seemed quite sturdy. Several monsters frantically shook the cages, but their efforts to break free were futile; they couldn't escape their restraints...

Lorraine peered closely under the cage and discovered that it appeared to be a single, cast-in-place base, reinforced with magic arrays. Each cage's lock was an exquisitely crafted magic-inlaid clasp... further secured by chains...

It looks like it won't be easy to forcibly destroy it; a special key is needed!

Without finding their true target, the master and apprentice had already begun plotting how to break free of their cage. Being prepared now was essential, lest they be caught off guard once they actually found their target...

Feeling his pockets, besides the anti-magic potion... Lorraine had a few other items that he could use...

Elemental Salt Bombs! Universal Crystal Keys... Signal Flares... These were given to me by Commander Avenger before his departure... He was still hoping our Plaguebringer could conquer Dalaran...

Ambermir, single-handedly, summoned hundreds upon hundreds of iron cavalry...

What even the elite Death Hunters couldn't easily accomplish, a mere necromancer infantryman achieved. Lorraine's selection as the Plaguebringer suggests that Undercity's bestowal of such an honor wasn't arbitrary.

Within the entire tribe, only the strong, the capable, and the brave are respected.

Military ranks are only temporary...

The Forgotten were born for revenge... what sustains them is mostly resentment and unwillingness to accept defeat.

Aside from the Queen, even the Chief Apothecary and High Warlords, who are all warriors of the Forsaken, are only different from ordinary soldiers in their roles...

Although Lorraine no longer readily believed these grand pronouncements, in reality, they were sometimes quite true...

At this moment, he carefully placed two elemental bombs next to the lock of the tenth iron cage... Looking back, he saw that the guys around him seemed to have had some kind of conflict with the guards, and the atmosphere was very tense.

Lorraine was still trying to figure out how to use the bombs... Hesitating whether to put a bomb in every cage, unsure which one to save, and then just blow them all up... to release all the prisoners, create chaos, and escape in the process?

The thought had barely formed when a series of deafening roars echoed overhead, causing the entire Dalaran castle to tremble violently.

For some reason, Dalaran was attacked!

Looking at the image displayed on the crystal ball, the Soul Tower in Dalaran had already opened fire, firing at both the Horde and Alliance gunboats. Horde gunboats and Alliance warships were exchanging fire, and one goblin gunboat had already been severely damaged and was engulfed in flames...

The Alliance's gunboats were primarily supported by two massive, rotating propellers, powered by a hybrid propeller crafted by gnomes and dwarves... Both ships had been hit by several shells and malfunctioned... teetering on the brink of collapse...

The culprit behind the damage was an attack launched by the Soul-Slaying Tower in Dalaran!

Chaos?

A three-way battle?

Everyone was puzzled, but Dalaran was subsequently subjected to bombardment from both sides, despite the magical barriers that still protected it... The entire Dalaran floating fortress, located at its base, suffered the brunt of the artillery fire and bombardment...

Whether it was intentional on the part of the Alliance and the Horde, or simply happened to fall above Dalaran, no one knows for sure.

Lorraine could vaguely see that on the top of the burning gunboat of the tribe... there was a pale-faced, fierce-looking elven archer clad in black armor... She was gazing at the enemy ship ahead, a smile playing on her lips.

They seemed completely oblivious to the fact that their gunboat was on fire...

"Is that the Queen?"

"Sylvanas! The Queen of the Forsaken has come in person..."

"Why is Dalaran firing back? Isn't that suicide? What are we going to do here? Let us leave..."

.......

"Yes, let us go."

"leave here!"

Despite the anxious shouts of the guests, the guards of the Violet Eye calmly replied, "I'm sorry, everyone, you can't go anywhere!"

Lorraine stared at the queen she hadn't seen in a while, and for a moment she was lost in thought again!

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