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Chapter 602 Stepping Down from the Altar
Of course, it's also possible that the plague seed has been masquerading as the teacher's thoughts, bewitching Lorraine.
Perhaps the teacher was the true form of the plague seed, which seemed to be a believer of the demon Papa Ras, inexplicably infusing it into Lorraine... Perhaps it was the little devil from hell under the big tree at the entrance of Southsea Town who tricked Lorraine and her master step by step, causing Lorraine to unknowingly become infected with the plague seed.
The Scholomance Academy's masterpiece of corrupting humanity, the source of plague, the source of death, the seed of corruption—its underlying principles are still not fully understood...
All that is known is that the reason the royal family of Alterac chose to betray the original human Alliance of Lordaeron was due to the Crown of Will and the Plague Seed hidden within it... The grain initially carrying the Plague Seed was transported from farms in Alterac's original territory, near Hillsbrad Foothills and Tarren Mill, to the rest of Lordaeron...
Food carrying the seed of undead plague almost covered the entire human territory, but fortunately it was discovered in time.
However, before Kel'Thuzad's death, the poisoned grain had not only reached Stratholme, the most populous city at the time, but had also spread to the surrounding Duskwood, a territory on the outskirts of Stormwind...
The Cult of the Damned, founded by Kel'Thuzad before his resurrection, has been deeply entrenched for many years, with Scholomance as its headquarters, and the Plague Seed being the legendary demonic seed...
In short, the Plague Seed, the Eye of Ice, and the Necromancer's Runes all want to control Lorraine...
The teacher had already discovered the other items on his person; even the Hearthstone, which had been lying dormant and gathering dust, contained mysterious power. Not to mention the Tide Rune and the Ring of Supremacy. The various badges, tokens, and items that had recently been given to Lorraine by the Spider Elder, the Black Dragon Princess, Marcus, Lady Aegwynn, and Master Merlin were all extraordinary, containing power that mortals could not perceive.
Toys of the gods?
The gods are so boring. What are they thinking about all day long with such low-class status?
Do you want to be someone's plaything in your dreams?
They're probably a bunch of fake gods...
The most urgent task right now is to leave the underground fissure, find Razorfen Downs, then Thunder Bluff, and continue searching for new maps to uncover clues about the teacher. The benefits of finding the teacher's body are obvious; don't be fooled by his faded sunglasses—the Mirror of Truth not only allows him to see through things, but it also suppresses the restless necromancy in his right eye and the Eye of Ice...
To suppress and pacify the plague, we would need the teacher's second part. I wonder what kind of artifact it is, whether it will be overpowered and make everything tasteless... or whether it will be a useless pseudo-artifact, and we will have to continue searching for the useful part?
No one knew about the godfather's perverse sense of humor...
The author doesn't know either; the author is just a weird uncle... a fussy old lady... a child who never grew up...
A person who can't get pork ribs...
The greedy Rib Man kept saying he wouldn't eat ribs, yet the animal obediently followed his tricks, hoping to gain the greatest reward with the least cost...
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Climbing upwards is difficult, and experienced people will know that going down the stairs is not easy either.
Moreover, people who sit in a chair for long periods without moving will experience severe pain and soreness in their entire thighs when they try to go down stairs, as if they have a cramp.
Fortunately, Lorraine was already a complete skinny person.
He is a necromancer, a death mage, and above all, a seasoned summoner...
Descending, the vast army of undead descended the altar without incident, moving quite quickly... The steps were long and wide; one wonders how much manpower and resources were used to construct such a magnificent altar...
According to ancient traditions and legends, primitive empires would capture other races or tribes as slaves, using them as forced laborers, subjecting them to torture, and forcing them to build pyramids or various idols...
It seems the goal is to thoroughly exploit the slaves, squeezing out every last drop of their blood and sweat, and ultimately slaughtering foreign slaves like livestock as sacrifices...
In other words, they would not care about the hardships of the builders at all, but would make prisoners of war or captives work day and night until they died. After their deaths, they would be used as sacrifices and spoils of war to demonstrate the power of the primitive empire.
If such a custom truly existed in history, could such a brutal empire have lasted long?
In the eyes of the high elves, trolls were brutal and savage because they ate people...their own kind, their enemies, everything. This reflects the contempt and preconceived notion of a higher civilization towards a lower, primitive tribe, or perhaps it's a deliberate exaggeration...
Primitive tribes with harsh living conditions and low levels of productivity naturally did not have the extra food and energy to feed captives and slaves.
Trolls do indeed have a tradition of cannibalism and voodoo beliefs. These are likely rituals deliberately preserved and derived from primitive and barbaric sacrificial customs, used to intimidate and demonstrate their status... to intimidate their fellow tribesmen.
Therefore, it can only be said that some customs of barbarian tribes are not fixed, but can be changed and will inevitably change later, because of the understanding and habits of the rulers and the ruling class themselves.
Cruelty cannot last long...
Relying on military suppression will only lead to the eventual emergence of a stronger force to continue the vicious cycle. Truly powerful civilizations are not necessarily weak simply because they love peace; rather, they possess a basic understanding and respect for life, and are adept at long-term coexistence and effective utilization of resources, even while maintaining military strength.
Instead of resorting to barbarism, plundering, and violence to plunder and destroy, such groups cannot last long and will eventually have to whitewash themselves and pretend to be a so-called advanced civilization.
Overall, the trolls are indeed in a bad situation. Their primitive beliefs, tribal feuds, and conflicts of interest have left their empire fragmented and loose, with no progress. Only the Darkspear tribe, which joined the Horde, can be said to have embraced civilization and justice. In the eyes of the races rejected by the Alliance, the Horde is light and honor.
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The master was preoccupied with his own thoughts. Seeing the magnificent architectural ruins and the splendid sculptures, he felt a deep sense of sorrow and regret for the lost civilization and empire.
Thinking of his own plight as one of the Forsaken, Lorraine wasn't sure if those skeletal people truly loved their kind, or if they actually hated each other and harbored their own ulterior motives... Most of the mindless undead were still under the Lich King's command; they didn't care about so-called freedom and happiness, and were completely unaware of their own situation.
So for many other forgotten ones, Lorraine was unsure whether their awakening was a good thing.
Realizing their predicament, powerless to change it—physically powerless, mentally powerless, and physically and mentally deficient—all that remains is incessant complaining about why they are still clinging to life, living without any hope...
Like a walking corpse, I wandered among the magnificent ruins, hungry, in pain, and filled with doubt...
Even the mighty Lorraine, the great necromancer, has resurrected three new Death Knight commanders, three entirely new and powerful beings, each possessing their own thoughts, with incredibly loyal subordinates, utterly devoid of morality and fear, mere tools, leading three hundred undead warriors as they walk along the ancient altar steps devoid of any living creature...
Stepping down from the pedestal.
Lorraine felt that, aside from the eyes, the most important part of the teacher's body wasn't the brain...
What is the thing that a living person, a living human being, and a soul from another world want to find?
What else could it be but a pair of true eyes that can see through everything?
Has our godfather already told us?
God of the Wild Boar?
A strong physique?
Thick skin and tough flesh...
Endless stamina?
A wild, primal desire for untamed growth, extraordinary vitality, reproductive capacity, and a fearless charging posture.
What does a person with an insatiable appetite who will devour anything without even gnawing on it need?
Wild boar man's teeth?
A wild boar's snout?
Or is it just an impenetrable shell, or bones supporting an obese body?
The godfather remained silent, the teacher remained silent, and the author remained silent.
The addicted drift aimlessly, following daily routines... The skeptical are in a state of chaos, their hearts pounding with anxiety over stock and gold prices... The leisurely are carefree, experiencing whatever is interesting, new, or exciting...
In a Lost Lands unlike anything in World of Warcraft, within a colossal, majestic, and imposing structure, only the skeletal Lorraine, accompanied by three seemingly sentient death golems and a large horde of resurrected fire skeleton servants, silently ascends to the altar...
At the end of the magnificent, turbulent waterfall, Lorraine seemed to see a long-forgotten sculpture, its form completely out of place with the surrounding troll altars. From a distance, it looked more like a strange bucket from another world...
A long, slender object stretched out from the bucket, with what appeared to be a thin line plunging vertically into the largest crystal pool at the bottom of the tiered waterfall...
Lorraine vaguely felt the bucket tremble slightly...
I don’t know if it’s an illusion.
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