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Chapter 338 Going Up One More Floor
Lorraine didn't hear the faint gasp from the Bloodstone fragments, nor did his teacher.
They did hear a voice that frightened them both. The entire process, from Lorraine sneaking into the house to killing the traitor and her ghostly form, took only a few minutes... Covered in wounds, he grabbed the bloodstone from the table and threw it into his pack.
The teacher seemed to want to say something, muttering something, but Lorraine heard nothing... She continued with her actions, wary of the pitch-black surroundings.
I'll gladly accept Olina's research log as well, and blow out the candlestick.
Lorraine decided to act quickly.
He checked each corner of the dormitory room in turn. No candlelight was needed; the moonlight filtered through the gaps, sometimes even illuminating the room more clearly. To be honest, the Spirit Eye was more effective at night... After a thorough check, confirming that only the unfortunate fellow and himself were in the room on this floor, Lorraine followed the stairs to the second floor. His intuition told him that there must be something else up there.
The daytime sunlight is always blinding, while the cold, moonlit nights are the Forsaken of Lordaeron's favorite time. Like all undead, the Forsaken love the perpetually misty, dead-end northern region.
After passing through the Silverpine Forest and arriving at the Hillsbrad Foothills, the climate and terrain are completely different; this is the territory of the living.
Necromancers are highly sensitive to the aura of all undead creatures.
That's not an illusion.
......
Lorraine wasn't sure if the commotion had alerted the enemy, but he had to go upstairs to continue eliminating the danger. The stairwell was also open, with no doors. Lorraine tiptoed along the wall, peeking out from the side.
The second floor of the old dormitory in the shelter was just as sparsely furnished, and there was even a large hole in the roof, offering a better view than the first floor.
The same old, worn-out bunk bed, with something wrapped in a tattered cloth on top...
"Is this place even habitable?"
Lorraine inspected the beds, lifting the dusty covers as she went. Confirming there were no living people, she mustered her courage and began lifting the double-layered beds one by one. After checking most of them, she found nothing.
Lorraine wondered, could there only be one traitor living here?
Such a big two-story house, only one ghost lives there?
He found it strange.
What's even stranger is that the Kirin Tor mages were supposed to be protecting these Undercity traitors, so why wasn't there a single guard in sight? Had they all gone ahead to rescue Prince Garin and his men?
The Bloodstone Necklace has four parts... I think it's four parts... I don't know if the information from the Archmage of Tarren Mill is accurate. Four parts, held by four traitors, one has been captured, where are the remaining three parts?
Standing under the hole on the roof, Lorraine looked up in the moonlight, recalling the structure of the entire shelter. There seemed to be two more buildings on the outer perimeter. Could they be there?
"Ugh, this is so troublesome."
Lorraine turned to go downstairs, but as soon as she turned her head, an axe came flying from the shadows...
He plopped down on the spot, and the axe missed its mark, striking directly between his legs.
Lorraine exclaimed, "Damn it, they're doing it again!"
There were two axes, and the attacks were continuous. Lorraine supported himself with his hands, using the momentum to move at high speed with his buttocks. He felt that if he paused even slightly, he would be cleaved in two between his legs.
Careless, careless.
Does the absence of human presence in a house mean there are no enemies?
I just learned my lesson downstairs; I was startled by some strange, unknown noise, and my mind went blank for a moment...
......
That's strange, why didn't the teacher remind me?
teacher?
......
The teacher didn't respond, and Lorraine didn't have time to wonder. He was currently being attacked by a dark figure with double axes, the attack fierce and swift. The destructive power was astonishing; the already dilapidated floorboards shattered instantly.
Lorraine was both startled and annoyed; the other party had made too much of a commotion...
"Damn it, the sound of chopping wood can probably be heard all the way to the next hill!"
Lorraine looked up, and by the moonlight, he could see the other person's figure clearly.
It was another undead, an undead warrior, a dual-axe assassin. The opponent seemed adept at hiding, always standing in the shadows... the shadow blending seamlessly with the environment.
"You must be an assassin sent by the Evil Queen! I won't let you succeed. Bloodstones cannot be obtained by apothecaries; they will kill everyone! I am not a traitor; I am acting for the Forsaken. You have all been deceived!"
The undead warrior, who had been ruthless just a moment ago, began to tremble and go mad the moment he caught a glimpse of the skull insignia on Lorraine's hand.
Shouting loudly...
Lorraine naturally understood the language of the dead.
"Traitors are unforgivable!"
Lorraine didn't care what the other party was saying. He had almost been cleaved in two just now. He was silent, skilled in disguise, and agile. He was indeed an elite of Undercity.
Wasn't he supposed to be a researcher?
How can their combat power be so strong?
"Who are you? Hand over your belongings and I won't kill you..."
"Who am I? I want to know who I am too. Others' blood flows in my veins, my soul doesn't belong to me, my memories have been tampered with. Old Gods, Titans, the Lich King... For thousands of years, mortals have always repeated their fate, merely food for the void's creations... And I, we are just elves who don't belong to the mortal realm, we returned from hell, merely tools of the banshee, who am I...?"
The undead warrior tore off a necklace from his neck and cried out, "I am the chosen one of the Blood God... I will become human again, I want to go home, back to Stratholme to see my daughter... Who am I...?"
“I am the captain, Krgandama... the guardian of the Bloodstone Pendant. No one can take the Old God’s gift from me.”
After listening for a while, Lorraine was certain the other person was a madman...
Legend has it that bloodstones have severe side effects...
This must be it.
After all that nonsense, would he let the other party off the hook?
It's a joke; the master and apprentice's hatred for traitors and spies far surpasses everything else. Perhaps it's a vice of moral exemplars, like the kind-hearted Lorraine and his apprentice, who hate those who act recklessly, disloyally, disrespectfully, unjustly, and untrustworthy...
Being a good person is too hard, while bad people act recklessly, smugly, and freely... How could Lorraine and his apprentice not feel indignant and grit their teeth?
Although, at this time, Lorraine was playing the role of a spy who had infiltrated the human camp.
He believed he was acting for the Queen, for the Forsaken, and for his own mage ideals and goals. In his heart, those who stood in his way didn't need words; all they needed to do was firmly believe in his objectives.
He, Lorraine, the plague messenger, will be able to regain control of his own destiny and no longer be a pawn manipulated by others.
The reason for engaging in conversational therapy with the other party is precisely to extract information.
Upon seeing the bloodstone pendant on the undead warrior's hand, Lorraine identified her target: the captain of the K'gandam Guard, whose original duty was to protect the researchers, yet he had led the traitors.
The crime deserves death!
All that rambling was just to prepare a big surprise.
A Frostbolt, followed by a Frost Nova, and a figure flashed out from the first-floor doorway—a headless ghoul—and suddenly embraced the muttering, dazed, and insane undead warrior...
Lorraine smiled. Since she'd already made such a fuss, she might as well stop pretending...
Ice Lance Technique, Frost Finger...
The undead warrior shut his mouth completely.