I have one more World of Warcraft Necromancer than you

Chapter 528 The Road to the Abyss

An old orc emerged from the shadows, saying that beyond the mirror-like film of frost mist lay the infamous Ragefire Chasm...

Lorraine and Lilith were still shaken. They had jumped from a height, but luckily the sand was soft, and Lilith, whose head was buried in the sand, wasn't seriously injured, though she has a terrible temper...

Unsullied Lorraine was oblivious to the undead girl's rage. He surveyed the entrance to the Ragefire Rift, looking around for any trace of the blood beast monsters...

The sounds of fierce fighting came from the platform above. Lorin, at the lowest point of the Shadow Rift, couldn't see what was happening above, but from the sounds, it was clear that someone was fighting those terrifying monsters...

"Young men, are you adventurers heading to Ragefire Chasm to gather information?"

"Yes, the Warchief ordered us to track down the demons. We're from the [Deathspeaker] guild..."

The old orc had a scar on his eye, and half of his face looked like it had been slashed by a sharp weapon. One of his eyes was white, with a knife mark running through it, making him look somewhat gruesome. The old orc was bare-chested, his body covered in magical markings, and his lower body wore a tribal floral skirt that only shamans were entitled to wear...

To be precise, it was a half-length robe covered with sacred totem patterns; the orc shaman's upper body clothing was open and tied at the waist.

It's too hot in Orgrimmar, and the shaman's usual fur robes are too thick, with gold and stone pendants and bone clasps, making them heavy and inconvenient. Strong orcs like to show off their muscles, and the more scars they have, the more glorious they are. Being qualified to have tattoos generally represents achievement and honor.

Unlike some people who get tattoos for courage, the markings on an old shaman's body usually represent the number of souls they have helped to be saved...

Lilith was initially very angry, but when she realized it was Chief Nilru & Fireblade of the Fireblade Clan, she immediately rushed to introduce herself.

Lorraine was still wondering if the blood beasts would come after them...

He didn't understand why Lilith wanted to involve the Great Chieftain...

They were the isolated, unlucky ones being hunted down. When did they ever receive a mission from Warchief Thrall to track down demons?

The [Deathspeaker] guild seems to have been tracking down demons for the Horde...

Lilith wasn't lying...

She seemed to know the old orc.

Nierru nodded slowly. "Going to explore again? Many warriors have entered the Ragefire Rift and never returned. There are only two of you; entering the Ragefire Rift is very dangerous. Don't blame me for not warning you; no one knows exactly how deep it is."

"We know it's dangerous. For the [Deathspeaker] guild, coming here is like coming home. We have the map, old man, don't worry. Just give us the runes..."

Lilith, familiar with the process, directly asked the old orc for runes...

Lorraine was completely baffled.

"What runes? What are you trying to do...?"

"Don't worry about it, just follow me..."

......

Next, Lorraine saw the old orc take a red-hot rune directly from the fire, seemingly oblivious to the heat of the flames.

The red-hot rune was handed over, and Lilith grabbed Lorraine's hand, taking the rune directly from Lorraine's hand.

"呲呲呲..."

Lorraine only saw its bone claws smoking from the heat. It was used to the pain, and this time it could only be described as slightly sour and pleasant. Lilith knocked off the rune and carefully pried open Lorraine's bone claws, on which was engraved a ball of fire eye. "Quick! Open the barrier. The rune can only last for 30 seconds."

Despite the pain, Lorraine felt that Lilith was seeking revenge, but he still obeyed her, raising his hand, which was covered in burnt runes, to touch the frost-like barrier...

The next moment, Lorraine felt a strong gust of hot wind coming from the fiery rift. The mirror-like barrier formed by white frost vanished, and Lilith kicked him inside, following closely behind. Soon, the runic markings of the Eye of Flame disappeared, and the white frost mirror barrier closed again...

"Don't speak, just go..."

Lilith urged him on, and Lorraine was utterly puzzled. He read from Lilith's expression that she wanted to leave the old orc lurking in the shadows... So he plunged into the abyss tunnel, chasing after Lilith...

The two entered the Valley of Ragefire, and the barrier closed...

The old orc shaman at the entrance grew serious. "The Deathspeakers are quite bold. I refuse to believe you'll all come out alive this time..."

Nierru activated the spell, and the runes on the ground, which had already cooled, automatically flew up and quickly returned to the fire. As the flames grew larger, the purple magic patterns on the ground flickered, and one shadow after another slowly emerged from the shadow rift.

The berserk orcs and blood beast monsters that had been rampaging outside were quickly pulled into the shadows by the shadowy figures lurking in the shadows. The blood beasts were torn to pieces, leaving only splattered poisonous blood that corroded the sand and emitted poisonous smoke.

After the purple runes flashed, a group of orcs dressed in cloaks and black clothes rushed out of the previously closed shop and quickly cleaned up the monster's remains and bloodstains.

With the Shadow Rift restored, the black market is bustling again...

"Sael's throwing trash in our direction again! He doesn't even care if we live or die... They're blocking the entrance. No explanation whatsoever..."

"Yes, the people of Shadow Rift are monitored wherever they go. They brand a demonic mark on our foreheads, deeming us traitors..."

"The Shadowmoon Clan, the Fireblade Clan, the Assassins, and the Shadow Assassins have done their dirty work, yet they pin all the blame on us. A tribe of beasts wants to form a human council, and our new chieftain, unwilling to accept fel energy, accepts human hypocrisy..."

......

"Didn't you see the announcement? Legion's experimental subjects appeared in Orgrimmar. The Warchief believes that some of us were responsible, and you and I are just collateral damage."

"How long will the lockdown last? Three days? A month? Or a year?"

"I heard it's three days. Shadow Rift is an open prison. It wants us to kill each other. We, the remnants of the old era, will never see Lord Gul'dan return."

......

"Lord Nierlu has put the insects back into the hole. What if the insects find something and ruin our plans?"

"You mean those two Forsaken? The Deathwhisperers guild is indeed difficult to deal with; they've already taken over several of our strongholds... They've found Skullstone, the Great Beast Lair, and Shadowstone outside the city. Several guys have been arrested, killed, or exiled..."

"It's laughable that they actually exiled our people to Ragefire Chasm, the heart of Orgrimmar! One day, the lava will surge, the Doomguard will descend here, and that bastard raised by humans will understand that orcs can never escape their fate!"

......

"Haha, stupidity and arrogance are the true nature of orcs."

"Does Lady Garona have any news? Who exactly was this clumsy assassination attempt meant to protect? We sacrificed so many pawns for nothing, just to test their half-finished products?"

"Don't be impatient... This is just the beginning. There are people in Undercity and Orgrimmar who don't want to see the Horde establish a foothold in the Eastern Kingdoms. As long as they can never be of one mind, all the costs will be worthwhile..."