I have one more World of Warcraft Necromancer than you

Chapter 566 Pain and Sorrow

Lilith remained standing on Lorraine, but she wasn't Lorraine's target. Perhaps they sensed her weakness, making her seem as ordinary as the burning skeleton guards beside her...

To everyone's surprise, Lilith immediately flew into a rage upon hearing what the other person said.

Women always care about their appearance... She launched into a tirade of insults at Garona, calling her a buck-toothed monster, a green-haired devil, and an old beast woman with flower braids...

Garona was stunned; no one had ever described her or spoken to her like that before.

For a moment, Garona almost laughed in anger.

Or perhaps it's the peak of murderous intent...

Lorraine felt his little darling was about to die before him, and instinctively, he tried his best to protect his friend. But Lilith wouldn't let it go...

"Come on, girl, consider the occasion before you get angry... If you want to die, I can tell you to shut up first..."

Lorraine had some doubts, but of course, he instinctively didn't dare to say them aloud.

The teacher once said that women are different. They have a poor sense of the overall environment, but they are very sensitive to details. They can detect even the slightest sound, micro-expressions, or objects that seem suspicious. However, they cannot distinguish between important and trivial matters and cannot perceive the real danger and consequences.

This may be determined by physiological structure...

However, it depends on the person...

Training can improve cognition...

The snarling zombie bride was truly unafraid of the orc woman's blade. Lilith had already drawn her Staff of Blessing, ready to teach her a lesson. Just a moment ago she was begging for mercy, how could she be so resolute the next?

Isn't she afraid of dying?

Don't be afraid...

The necromancer priestess was fearless; she was used to life and death.

There is also a lack of reverence for life...

The teachings of the Shadow of the Forgotten state that the Dark Queen Sylvanas is the messenger of death, the embodiment of death on Azeroth. Although Lilith is not a Saintess of the Forgotten, she is one of the Shadow Priests who joined the Shadow of the Forgotten.

She is truly unafraid of death, and even has no concept of death.

Perhaps it was because her brother had always been very protective of her, perhaps it was because death had smiled upon her, or perhaps she had her own methods.

She wasn't just a decorative vase in Lorraine's eyes.

In Lilith's own words, she was the backbone of the Deathspeaker Guild; without her, the team would have fallen apart...

Lilith seemed to be deliberately provoking the other party to buy time for Lorraine, Lorraine couldn't help but think.

.......

Garona was indeed briefly distracted.

She kept repeating, "Buck-toothed monster?"

Gently stroking his small fangs, slightly smaller than those of an ordinary orc, he touched the collar around his neck, its spikes already sharp...

Unable to break free from the shackles of dark magic, Garona only felt a throbbing pain in her head.

I can't even hold onto the King-Slayer and the Emperor's Fall weapons properly...

Lorraine and Lilith then realized that after the blood orcs were almost completely wiped out, Godos was chanting a spell... something resembling a headband, but Lorraine heard a demonic tone in it that didn't belong to this world; it wasn't ancient elven language, but the language of demons.

Lorraine couldn't understand, but he could remember the scene of Azaran, who had been beheaded, using the Doomsday Skull.

"Pfft!"

Garona fell from the sky in pain, the magic on her shackles and chains emitting bursts of light. Garona was in so much pain that she could barely hold her weapon, and the whites of her eyes turned towards the Primal Warrior.

Sweating profusely, Godos wore a smug expression, still shaken.

The tome he pulled out was the Void Spellbook, which contained secret techniques for controlling demonic creatures. He quickly found the spell he wanted. Magical shackles, typically used to restrain uncontrollable demons, were common treasures among the Shadow Council warlocks.

These things were created by the Legion, which in turn controlled the demons.

Is there something wrong with the Legion?

Of course not. The Burning Legion has a clear hierarchy. Some races in the Twisted Demon army from Mardum simply cannot be controlled. The Dark Titan instructed his intelligent subordinates to assist him, granting the Demon Warlocks the ability to manipulate and summon Hellfire, Voidlords, and even Doomguards and Felhounds.

Even more extreme, some can summon succubi to enjoy...

Of course, the succubus, a creature that looks like a beautiful woman, is actually more dangerous than a hellfire or a void demon.

Warlocks believe they can control demons, but most of them rely on contracts and shackles.

At least, the ability of these lowly minions of the Shadow Council to command noble demons in battle is not due to their own innate abilities. Most of them practice fel magic, studying the Twisted Nether Codex and shadow magic bestowed upon them by the Dark Titans.

Garona collapsed, writhing in pain on the ground, struggling to crawl towards Godots's location...

The physical pain seemed less severe than the methods of burning and corroding the soul described in the Dark Codex. Gordos laughed, "You think you're so tough? What good is being tough? Before the Legion and our Master, you're all just the same kind of livestock."

"In the name of the Shadow Council's Burning Blade Overlord, I order you, Garona, to kill that necromancer, immediately!"

"Otherwise, I wouldn't mind trying out the remaining spells to punish the Legion traitors... to let you experience the feeling of having your soul torn apart by a Shadowfiend."

.......

"Damn it! I'm still the target..."

While Lorraine was still in a daze, unexpected events occurred, yet he still seemed to remain the center of attention.

Sure enough, handsome men shine like stars in the night sky wherever they go... While mocking himself, Lorraine noticed a few things lying at his feet. A round head, an ugly head of a Rift Demon Satyr, and the Heart of Flame, which Garona had taken from him.

The round head is the Doomsday Skull, a magical artifact that looks powerful but is actually quite ordinary.

Garona seemed interested in the thing as well, but when she got her hands on it, she was greatly disappointed. Perhaps she thought it was a legendary treasure that the descendants of the plundering clans were fighting over.

That is, the head of the legendary traitor Gul'dan...

Gul'dan's head contains secrets from his life, numerous evil spells, and even powerful remnants of demonic energy.

This is a treasure that everyone in the Shadow Council wants to find. Whoever obtains it is essentially guaranteed to inherit the position of leader of the Shadow Council and learn the true secrets of the Shadow Council.

Garona didn't care about the Doomsday Skull, even though it wasn't Gul'dan's Skull, it was still a rare treasure.

Lorraine took it without hesitation, and as for Sat's head and the Heart of Flame, he didn't hold back either...

Just pack it all in first and we'll see...

Little did he know that his act of sweeping the floor would enrage Garona once again. Despite the excruciating pain, Garona struck out at Lorraine, pointing at her and saying, "Put that heart away. You don't deserve it!"

In her agony, Garona lunged at Lorraine...

This time, Lorraine was prepared; he was going to do something!

......

What did he do?

He ran away.

Grabbing a fuming Lilith, he turned and ran...

"Where there's life, there's hope!" This woman is ruthless and cannot be defeated by force. Besides, you've just killed the lava behemoth and are extremely weak. You've already used your life-saving ultimate move; are you still standing there stupidly waiting for the enemy to die on their own?

Dreaming...

If you don't run now, this is the perfect opportunity.

With the outer minions cleared out, the area is now open in four directions. The surrounding lava-covered areas, branching islands, and platforms form a network of pathways. As long as you keep running forward, you will find the real exit.

lingering here will only increase the risk...

Lorraine hadn't forgotten that more than one of those stone figures had opened its enormous mouth.

At least ten of the invisible ghosts sent out have mysteriously disappeared; it's safe to say that staying here is tantamount to waiting to die.

Lorraine was already eager to escape Ragefire Rift. He didn't care about the Burning Blade Clan or the Fireblade Tribe; he'd let the Warchief handle the orcs' domestic affairs. Now that he had the spoils, his first priority was to find a safe place to see if they were valuable treasures.

With a quick thought, Lorraine made her escape...

If not now, when...?

Lorraine turned and grabbed Lilith, running away, occasionally using a necromancer's teleportation to pass right through the pathetic beastmen blocking their way. These scattered creatures were still being slaughtered by Godos's men.

Enraged, Godos continued to cast spells, causing shadow flames to surge from the magical shackles and collar. Garona was burned and convulsed as she watched Lorraine escape and that damned Godos secretly sabotage her.

In the brief moment between Godots' urging and warnings to stop the spell, Garona bared her fangs and pounced, biting directly at the smug Godots...

Lorraine heard only a bloodcurdling scream that echoed through the Valley of Ragefire. Godos's invincible body was slit in the throat by the enraged female beast's teeth...

From afar, Lorraine could only see Godos's body rapidly shrinking, and the Raging Flame Rift inexplicably began to shake violently, as if Godos had done something desperate before his death...

"Oh no, the cave is about to collapse?"

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