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Chapter 298 Day 7
Realizing what was happening, Lorraine panicked. He had no idea where the plague seed was hidden on his body...
Lorraine, who had been pondering the relationship between Hercula and the brat, and who was controlling whom, suddenly stopped caring about the brat's existence. He and his teacher began to fully perceive the abnormalities within themselves.
The Crown of the Archbishop... the Tide Amulet, the Orb of Deception, the Ring of Supreme Power... the Ring of Frost...
The previous treasures seemed normal; they were likely newly acquired treasures.
A magical little pouch?
The original emblem of the Kirin Tor?
Chicken leg stick?
If Merlin and Master Winterwind wanted to harm him, they would have done it already... Their strength could easily crush him. Aegwynn? Impossible. From their first meeting, Lorraine was convinced she was one of the few remaining human beings in Undercity...
Most likely, he's a master pharmacist!
Prester, that affliction warlock and apothecary... gave me an anti-magic potion...
The Dreadlord is also a suspect. Although he didn't see him, he used the transformation items provided by the Dreadlord multiple times... Could those disguise items have been contaminated with the seed of a demon?
"Fool, have you forgotten Lord Barbaras?"
The teacher reminded Lorraine that everything changed after rescuing Marcus and Eileen... and after Lorraine inexplicably acquired many necromancy spells. The master and apprentice had studied necromancy; new abilities or skills could only be unlocked when runes were activated or upgraded.
This time, he suddenly gained the ability to transform into banshees and ghouls... In the past, only the dreadlords who guarded and managed Sargeras's undead army could do this.
Everyone underestimated the Dreadlord...
They are inherently unkillable... They can impersonate anyone, and even use death to lull their targets into a false sense of security.
Arthas of the past, now Sylvanas, our little Lorraine has unknowingly fallen into a trap that was carefully laid out long ago. The unassuming dreadlords—you might think they're just for show, but they're actually the real actors and masters of subversion.
Lorraine frantically rummaged through the items and found the Shadow Mage's Robe, its surface shimmering with shadow life like stars in the night sky, beautiful and captivating...
Living beings... On the robe, Lorraine instinctively dared not touch it.
The master and apprentice had not yet confirmed whether the plague originated from there.
The imp's whispers rang out again, "What are you doing? Do you think the Plague Seed is a flea? Fool, you think you can just wash your hands and shake off the Plague Seed created by the great fel magic? No, only death can make it disappear completely! Haha... You're dead. The Lord of the Abyss is waiting to devour your soul."
Lorraine was very annoyed...
While feeling agitated, he realized that this was also the effect of the plague amplifying negative emotions, so he could only force himself to calm down.
"Don't listen to his nonsense. This brat is a kind of demon, even more cunning than a goblin, and might even be a close relative. You play with him, and we'll find a chance to kill him or capture him and interrogate him later!"
"Yes. The teacher is right."
Lorraine forced himself to remain calm, realizing he had been under some kind of spell. Worrying and panicking wouldn't help; he should gather more information before making any judgments or taking any action, ideally capturing this brainless and cunning brat.
The imp hidden in the phase is not easy to catch...
He exists in another dimension; this kind of magic power, mentioned by his teacher, is a unique form of demonic ability...
Normally, demons cannot transcend space and require external assistance from summoners to summon them through a medium, offering sacrifices in exchange for the opportunity to descend upon them.
The little devil behind the tree would be virtually undetectable to most people unless they were wearing a Mirror of Truth...
There was only one person present, Lorraine, who was talking to the little devil.
The imp was very interested in the Crown of Will on his body, as if that thing was a treasure even to demons.
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After Hercula was resurrected, his mind was not fully restored. He simply initiated the summoning ritual based on instinct and the hatred he had felt in his previous life.
Not every undead who has been resurrected can join the Forsaken... The idea of a free soul sounds simple, but in reality, a fragile soul without a body to depend on is not truly free.
They can only drift and wander, slowly disappearing.
Devouring the disciple who summoned him was instinctive, as was summoning resurrected skeletons—an instinct he possessed in his past life as a necromancer...
The pressure on Nanhai Town lies in its lack of manpower and its predicament.
Despite the large number of skeletons in the cemetery, the skeletons did not cause much damage, thanks to the protection of the people of Southshore and Lieutenant Paladin Rayleigh and his female apprentice Britney. Only a few townspeople were killed or injured.
In comparison, the riots caused by Hercula were much larger in scale than the berserk ghouls created by Lorraine.
The paladin duo, Master and apprentice, could single-handedly take on over a dozen of Hercula's minion skeletons...
Lorraine would not hand over the Crown of Will, even though he didn't know what made it so valuable or how to use it. Since the other party had already revealed information about the Seed of Plague, he naturally wouldn't be as sincere and generous as he would be to a friend.
The opponent is a low-level demon, an outcast among the hellish imps, hiding alone in the human world...
How did it come about?
No one knew that Lorraine hadn't detected any demonic creatures at first. Her teacher said that only warlocks could sense demons... Paladins could track the dead or demons, but that depended on their own strength.
No one present could see the kid's presence... except for Lorraine.
Lorraine guessed that the imp appeared because Hercula was resurrected... In other words, the imp might have been summoned by Hercula before his death, or it might have been buried and sealed within his body along with him.
The members of the Cult of the Damned inherited many spells from the Shadow Council. Their greatest desire was immortality, even if it meant becoming undead or a demonic race...
The seed of plague is a bounty to cult members, and they crave it greatly.
For Lorraine, it was a virus; he constantly wanted to get rid of it, but couldn't find a cure.
Ignoring the brat, Lorraine focused on the battle in Southshore. It seemed there was nothing more for him here. His duty was to lure the enemy in, strike the defenders of Southshore, and use the opportunity to allow allies to recapture the lost watchtower.
Maintain the supply line from Undercity to Silverpine Forest...
The regular Death Hunters in Tarren Mill to the north are engaged in a two-pronged battle with reinforcements from Southshore and Dwarven Stronghold.
What appears to be a siege of Tarren Mill to lure reinforcements is actually a feint attack by the Forsaken, who send out several forces to draw the humans into a defensive posture, while simultaneously concentrating their forces to destroy the steam tanks and defensive cannons of the Dangarmoro dwarven fortress.
To expand the Forsaken's reach across Arathi Highlands and remove the Alliance's strongholds.
However, Lorraine discovered through mere observation that Undercity was understaffed.
The equipment is rudimentary, with little air force, consisting mostly of archers and abominations as meat shields, and at most a simple catapult. It's adequate for dealing with open towns like Southshore that have no outer defenses.
The dwarves had meticulously built and fortified the pass of Dangarmoro over many years, making it very difficult to conquer.
The Forsaken's forces were insufficient to capture the dwarven mountain fortress; Lorraine had already anticipated the outcome. According to the battle reports, the dwarves also had gryphon reinforcements arriving from Eagle's Nest. The reinforcements from Hillsbrad were immediately returning to defend...
Hercula?
Its fate was already sealed, and Lorraine suddenly felt a sense of pride, as well as a little relief.
The teacher is right. Necromancers should keep a low profile and summon from the rear. Summoning skeletons directly under the noses of humans will only make them easy targets for attack.
The number of corpses in a cemetery is finite, and the magic power of a necromancer is even less likely to be inexhaustible, even if the wand does contain a large amount of necromantic power.
The number of skeletons in Hercules is decreasing.
Lieutenant Rayleigh led the townspeople to surround the evil sorcerer again, and he seemed to have regained some of his memories from back then.
In a daze, the scene of his immortality experiment being disrupted in the cave vividly flashed before his eyes.
Turning around, Paladin Leon's Hammer of Wrath slammed down, and Hercula, who had been portraying himself as an invincible necromancer, was completely defeated by the angry crowd of Southshore.
A schoolteacher named Stavin, who looked respectable and dignified, wielded a scimitar. A far cry from his previous gentle demeanor, he swiftly swung his twin blades, his monocle remaining perfectly still, and beheaded Hercules.
The summoning ritual abruptly ended...
The people of Southshore cheered... The main crisis in Southshore was averted, and the Forsaken on the flanks seemed to have all headed towards Dangarmorro towards the sea... Looking ahead, Lorraine gave a wicked smile... and turned to leave.
He had more important matters to attend to, and the brat's voice beside him fell silent as Hercula collapsed...
The little devil seemed to have been pulled back to hell.
Lorraine vaguely saw a spatial fluctuation behind the tree, and a dense aura of darkness emanated from the surroundings.
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