I have one more World of Warcraft Necromancer than you

Chapter 347 War and Peace

Do you like war? Do you like killing?

"No one likes war, no one enjoys killing... However, peace will not come on its own. We must fight with our lives to defend justice and peace, to defeat evil and crime... to maintain order and punish criminals."

"What if this order itself is flawed?"

"Those who are incapable of establishing a new order are naturally not qualified to destroy it... Every order is established at the cost of everything our predecessors have paid. If problems arise, it is only because we, the later generations, have the problem. We have turned it into something bad."

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“I like you, William. You are an upright man... It’s a pity you’re only a major knight. A nobleman.”

“I like you too, I like you very much, Lord Barbaras. You are such a free bard, I yearn for freedom... It's a pity that you left your homeland, and Dalaran has already flown away... You have no faith.”

This was a topic the teacher and William had discussed during the banquet.

They looked at each other, smiled, and raised their glasses for a drink...

Disguised as a bard, Rolin chatted extensively with the commander of the cavalry company stationed in Southshore from the Seventh Legion of Stormwind. Their conversation ranged from astronomy and geography, and the customs and traditions of different regions of Azeroth, to food, hobbies, the ideals and habits of soldiers and poets, and their views on the conflict between the Alliance and the Horde.

William gave Lorraine the impression that this veteran of the Alliance was somewhat like Mr. Marcus, an old friend who had helped the master and apprentice.

William was more rigid than Marcus, strictly adhering to the military code of dying on the battlefield, strictly carrying out noble orders, and strictly upholding the interests of the alliance. He didn't want to think about political issues, nor did he consider whether killing would send him to hell.

If she could, Lorraine really didn't want to kill this potential friend she got along with.

Being able to talk to your teacher is the same as being able to talk to yourself...

If, and I mean if, Lorraine really just wanted to live a simple, self-sufficient life on a Hillsbrad farm like an ordinary person... But the world is ever-changing, and circumstances are constantly shifting... Even a small border town like Hillsbrad isn't as peaceful and harmonious as it seems on the surface.

Has Mayor Bonn betrayed the town?

This message has not yet been confirmed.

The scouts reported that Hillsbrad Foothills had refused to obey Prince Garin's orders, thus constituting a rebellion. This town was a new member of the Alliance during the day, hosted a banquet for Alliance nobles and officers that night, and then turned against them at dawn?

William had some doubts, but he still sent Lieutenant Rayleigh to arrest Hillsbrad Mayor Bourne, since it didn't make sense for Bourne and his men to escape the scene when Prince Garin and the others were present.

Before him, a Forsaken enemy who recognized him appeared to be a necromancer...

With a mere wave of his hand, he resurrected the dead knight, horse and all. In the initial clash between the two armies, William's men suffered several casualties; these were veterans and elite soldiers. However, the newly resurrected Flame Knight seemed to have inherited the abilities of Prince Garin's personal guards from Stromgarde, possessing equally superb horsemanship and formidable attack power.

With just one back-and-forth exchange, William had no time to deal with Lorraine.

He could only sigh that necromancers were indeed evil, using corpses to fight.

Actually, he was wrong. Lorraine was a necromancer. To be precise, a rare necromancer. Necromancers were quite common under Undercity's rule; the main members of the Shadow Council, besides orcs, were mostly necromancers—the Forsaken...

Necromancers also wield soul magic, but they are more direct and ruthless, directly seizing soul fragments to command abyssal demons in battle. They excel in corruption, curses, shadow, and demonic magic.

Warlocks are an extremely dangerous profession. In their interactions with demons, they often risk their lives and play with fire.

The minions summoned by warlocks are more dangerous.

Most necromancers can only control soulless bodies, but Lorraine's methods are much more sophisticated. He uses souls to serve souls, employing vengeful spirits to control new undead bodies, thus inheriting some of the abilities of the deceased and gaining corresponding temporary combat power.

This is very different from those half-baked necromancers who can only summon minions to fight.

Even the Scourge scientists and necromancers in Naxxramas, the Lich King's stronghold and Kel'Thuzad's command base, cannot compare to Lorraine.

The difference between the two is one of hierarchy and essence.

William's flesh-and-blood cavalry fighting against the enemy's bone and flame knights was extremely disadvantageous. What's worse, if his comrades died in battle, they would soon be tainted by some kind of death energy on the ground and join the enemy.

This fear and despair was something only Arthas, the prince of Lordaeron, had ever experienced.

William gradually recalled that when the plague and natural disasters raged, the Eastern Kingdoms didn't actually suffer much damage. The real tragedy occurred in the North... Almost no one in Lordaeron escaped despair.

Even if it means joining the Scarlet Crusade.

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Bellamour pulled the Undercity traitor she was protecting and ran down the mountain.

The latter suddenly stopped running halfway through.

Bellamor frantically pulled at the Forsaken's hand, but the Forsaken knelt down directly, facing the direction of the lake, and murmured: "My Lord, I am willing to offer my fresh flesh in exchange for eternal life. Let me sacrifice all the living beings on this land. As soon as twilight falls and all things are silent, we will live forever... serving my Lord."

"Richard, what's wrong? Wake up! We'll be safe soon, get up!"

Ricktel turned his head, his eyes bloodshot, startling Bellamore, who quickly let go.

Upon closer inspection, Rikert's Bloodstone Egg seemed to be glowing; its dazzling red light pierced through Rikert's body, turning him into a little red figure.

"Wake up! Don't be seduced by the whispers of the Old Gods! Ricktel! Rick!"

Bellamor recalled the recent research findings; she knew what had happened. "The Bloodstone is alive, the Old Gods roam the Abyss, and new forces are searching for a way to control the blood of the Old Gods..."

Ricktel knelt down and muttered to himself. Lorraine quickly approached, surprised that the other man had stopped halfway through his run.

Upon hearing the familiar prophecy again, Lorraine suddenly remembered her teacher's warning.

He turned around and realized that the servant who had been holding the Bloodstone fragment was nowhere to be seen... "Hopefully no one noticed the little guy. Never mind, I need to get the Bloodstone Egg back first!"

Lorraine roared, "You think you can run away? Go to hell!"

Suddenly, a large hole opened up at the foot of the hillside, and Bellamy, along with the traitor Ricktel, fell into it and disappeared without a trace.

Even though the human camp not far away had noticed the commotion from the watchtowers, they still couldn't determine what had happened.

Lorraine chuckled: "The lakeside is my home turf!"

On the human watchtower, a rustling sound seemed to be coming from underground by the lake. Lorraine leaped and vanished. Along with the last traitor of Undercity, who was about to escape, and Warden Bellamor...

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