ebookland Chapter 110 Approaching the Enemy Camp
Chapter 110 Approaching the Enemy Camp
The red linen robe didn't actually fit well; it looked more like a dress...
After seeing her teacher's real face, Lorraine suddenly became curious about what she looked like now...
The dead are terrifying, filthy, and withered...
In particular, the undead demon warlock, the image of a skinny, hunchbacked evil mage has always been vividly portrayed by bards.
Lorraine vaguely remembered the bard in the tavern saying that the eyes of the dead led straight to hell, capable of captivating the soul and tempting people to fall... Little did she know that she would now actually possess a pair of runic right eyes that could reach hell...
Beside the gray-silver woodland, the lake water wasn't exactly clear, but it could barely reflect a scene.
Lorraine stopped and stared into the sewage in the ditch, wondering if he really looked like a messenger from hell...
Perhaps it was 10 years ago, perhaps longer; Lorraine couldn't be sure how long he'd been dead. He awoke to find himself in the north. Moonbrook was in the western wilderness of Stormwind Kingdom...
Duskwood lies on the other side of Arathi Highlands...
The mountains are high and the roads are long...
In my memory, the war against the undead scourge used to feel very distant, and the disasters experienced by the people of the northern kingdoms had become legends.
Only the Argent Dawn and Scarlet Crusade fighting on the front lines truly know the power of the undead army...
The legends of the Forsaken are known only among the high-ranking members of each race and mythical creatures...
Until now, he's become a member of the Forsaken, a Horde combat infantryman...
Come to think of it, this was only a week ago.
It feels like centuries have passed... I've experienced so many strange things...
Lorraine touched her face; it was bony and thin, with only a few strands of hair left on her head... barely enough to tie into a small ponytail at the back of her head, her forehead and the top of her head were completely bald...
His face has almost no muscles, so he certainly doesn't look handsome.
The black lividity wasn't just on his face; it was also everywhere on his arms, thighs, and waist.
However, his hands and feet now resembled a pair of terrifying claws... giant zombie claws... barely managing to maintain a human form...
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Back when she was a human apprentice, although she was poor and ordinary, her long, flowing golden hair was quite striking...
At the time, he was of a fairly robust build, neither too tall nor too short, and stood beside his employer with neither servility nor arrogance.
Even when working as a servant for an employer, he considered himself an apprentice and never felt that he would be stuck at the bottom of society his entire life. But to become a nobleman, one needed to obtain a title or achieve merit... which meant fighting in wars or taking risks, becoming a nobleman's mercenary or assisting in battle...
Therefore, he went to the Twilight Forest...
If—and I mean if—I were a magical genius, wouldn't I have been able to avoid dying an obscure death in the wilderness...and then being resurrected in a cold, dark tomb...and experiencing this strange life again...?
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The skin on his face was not warm. After rubbing his face for a while, Lorraine clicked his tongue in amazement, feeling as if his tongue was actually there.
The throat does not produce sound using the vocal cords...
The throat is the same area as the eyes; everything that is seen, heard, and spoken is influenced by the power of the dead... One's own soul constitutes a small part of the body, helping Lorraine to see, hear, speak, and perceive.
This is the secret of the undead race.
Without a soul, the body cannot move.
There are two souls now, but what keeps the body moving is nothing more than a withered, broken body...
Terrible memories were eroding Lorraine's nervous system, and if his current senses were not impaired, he felt that his current physical condition was not perfect.
In the upcoming battle, I don't know if my mana will be enough to face even more dangers.
The only recourse is to rely on any external force that can help me...
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Touch the necklace, jewelry, ring...
My treasures are still these three: the Orb of Deception, the Tide Amulet, and the Ring of Supreme Power...
He looked down to check his other equipment.
The clothes are about to fall apart again; it's just a cloth robe, and the gold coin pouch hidden inside the undergarment is bulging...
I've managed to accumulate a little money recently. A trip to Shadowfang Keep yielded quite a bit... I have almost 10 gold coins for the first time in Lorraine...
His only weapons were a skinning knife and a small miner's and herbalist's pickaxe... hanging on the left side of his underwear... his precious Shadow Wand was stuck in the right... and a short sword was on his back... just in case...
His belt was just a simple strip of cloth, but it held quite a few of his packages and magic bags... herbs, ores, food and water bags, potions, wool and leather...
Even the black wolf Pylorin in Shadowfang Keep wasn't spared...
The pants had no pant legs, so the lower body was essentially wearing only underwear.
The shoes were worn through long ago, revealing sharp toes...
Currently, only the Holy Priest's Crown is decent... Arugal's Staff is also a good weapon.
"If only I could have a better body..."
"Oh, Lorraine, that's a great idea! Actually, I've been looking into this problem too."
The teacher clapped and cheered upon hearing his apprentice's reflections. Lorin had been struggling for a long time to solve the problem his adoptive father had given him. If a soul could reside in Lorin's body, then surely a soul could reside in other bodies, right?
The bodies inhabited by the souls of the dead are bound to decay sooner or later.
Of course, living people also age...
According to Rowling's recent research and reflections, if the master and apprentice's condition is, as Grand Archmage Aegwynn stated, similar to the Lich King's...
The souls of those in the other world should be free...
Luo Lin has already obtained the temporary permission to possess a body... so why can't he break free in the future and choose a more powerful body for himself?
The master and apprentice each had a set, one for you and one for me, they specifically chose the handsome ones. Look at Her Majesty the Queen, even if she turned into a succubus, she still had a curvaceous figure and was very charming!
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"Uh. Teacher, you're thinking too far ahead. I'm just wondering why my physical strength seems to have weakened since I got this rune in my right eye."
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"That's right, you've spotted the key point..."
“My foolish apprentice, your right eye is constantly draining your life force! While your godfather gave you power, he also put shackles on you.”
"I've been observing for a long time. From what I've observed, the actual situation is more like the rune's right eye drained your power. Although it also fed back some of your abilities... but all of this comes at a price. My godfather is shrewd and powerful..."
Roland estimated his apprentice's current apparent level to be around level 28, that of a typical ice mage. In reality, with the abilities of his rune-enhanced right eye, at full strength, he could already rival a level 50 elite...
The premise is to make good use of everything, including Rowling himself... as an aid.
So while the upcoming Dalaran adventure will be challenging, it's not without its opportunities...
Besides, going to Ambermir first to test the waters... and then seizing the opportunity to earn military merit might bring more support...
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Based on the teacher's analysis, Lorraine nodded to herself.
After all the analysis and trouble he'd gone, he'd left the Burntwood Village area and arrived at the main road in Silverpine Forest. Heading towards Alterac Valley would lead to Ambermill, and continuing straight ahead would take him directly to Hillsbrad Foothills.
Hillsbrad Foothills is land contested by the Horde and the Alliance...
The Alliance’s true stronghold, Southshore, is actually quite close to Ambermill and the Forsaken’s stronghold.
At this time, Ambermill was the private domain of the Dalaran mages. Dalaran was independent of the Alliance and claimed to be neutral.
The human mages of Ambermill are naturally friendly towards humans, but consider the undead and the Horde as enemies...
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Archmage Atal'ik, stationed in Ambermill, has also been having a very difficult time lately...
The observer from the Violet Eye repeatedly warned him that it was foolish to provoke the Forsaken; the scribe with the black cat was, on the surface, just a scribe from Dalaran...
In reality, he's a high-ranking inspector from the Violet Eyes... his pet black cat is a magical cat capable of speaking human language...
The black cat is one of the archmages of the Violet Eyes; she likes to act in cat form, just as some mages like to transform into crows...
The black cat is the master, and the clerk is merely the servant...
The black cat has informed Archmage Atal'ik that, due to Archmage Atal'ik's provocation, if the Forsaken attack Dalaran, the authorities will consider this battle an act of Archmage Atal'ik's personal vendetta...
Dalaran will not send reinforcements, and the Alliance will only be responsible for containing the pressure from the Forsaken on Southshore and Alterac Valley...
This enraged the human archmage Atal'ik... yet he was powerless to do anything about it...
The human mage apprentices of Ambermill already sensed impending death...
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