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Chapter 299 Keep up the good work
If things go wrong, retreat immediately.
The guards of Nanhai Town patrol in pairs, covering a wide area. This is indeed a dangerous frontline restricted zone. Tribal members without sufficient strength should avoid approaching... This is the lesson learned from the Nanhai Town conflict.
The inconspicuous cemetery in front of Nanhai Town is a forbidden zone... The shadow of the dead lingers here and has never dissipated... The cemetery has gained many new members.
Before retreating, Lorraine picked up the Shadow Robe, which flowed like the starry sky.
The demon imp's final roar echoed in his ears: "The Crown of Will does not belong to you, mortals are not worthy to wear it... The Shadow Council will not let you go... The Seed of Plague cannot be removed, you are doomed!"
He carefully put away the Shadow Robe, pondering how to find out its value later.
Lorraine wouldn't take the brat's warning to heart.
Enemy?
enemy?
own people?
......
The Forsaken have enemies everywhere, hardly any allies... More debts don't weigh them down, more lice won't bite... They don't even fear beings like the Bronze Dragons. Would they care about the Shadow Council lurking in the shadows?
As for the plague seed, this thing seems to have some merit.
We need to study this carefully...
The master and apprentice did not believe that the plague could not be eradicated.
Little devil from hell, never seen the true god...
I'll make a note of this for now and have Master Aegwynn examine it carefully when I return to Undercity. I'll ask her to help eradicate the plague. The most powerful archmage in human history, the goddess of magic, Lady Aegwynn, should be able to do it...
Even if it's impossible...
And there's a 'godfather' too!
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The feint attack on Southshore was successful; humanity tightened its defenses and called for reinforcements. The pressure on the shores of Lordaeron Lake near Undercity was decreasing as much as possible. High Executor Darthalia of Tarren Mill's strategic objective was to breach the Arathor Wall and destroy the dwarves' heavy weaponry...
The strategic objectives have been initially achieved; Lorraine has successfully fulfilled its mission...
Lorraine, the Plaguebringer, survived the great war unscathed, perhaps to the dismay of some in Undercity.
The feint attack on Southsea Town was able to force the 7th Army Cavalry Company to return to defense...
The two watchtowers ahead were recaptured in the process...
The mission to recapture the supply line can be considered to have been initially completed.
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Lorraine's first task was to turn back and protect the Forsaken laborers as they built fortifications and secured the watchtower closest to Southshore.
The human cavalry will not be able to return in a short time, and Southsea Town has suffered considerable losses...
The humans in the town probably wouldn't dare to attack again so easily. The Forsaken took the opportunity to build a new outpost in Silverpine Forest, connecting with Ambermill... and resupplying. Everything went according to plan, except I wonder how many of my brethren I lost in this battle.
At least 10 regiments were lost, with roughly 100 casualties on each side...
The outcome was a series of shifts in power, with little progress made in the Hillsbrad Foothills. The real battlegrounds, deciding the fate of this human homeland north of Ironforge, were primarily the battles in Alterac Valley and Arathi Basin.
Friction between Tarren Mill and Southshore in Hillsbrad Foothills is usually just the starting point and the beginning...
Lorraine stood silently before the watchtower, watching the Forsaken laborers busily working behind her, a sense of melancholy washing over her. Not everyone was worthy of becoming a Forsaken warrior, and not every Forsaken warrior could attain a rank like Lorraine.
The Forsaken civilians, without rank or status, even if they were resurrected, would still be forced to perform menial labor and be at the mercy of others... The Queen has the right to decide everything concerning these Forsaken civilians...
Their frailty is vividly clear.
They are even more vulnerable than ordinary human beings.
This reminded Lorraine of his days as an apprentice to a ruthless merchant, essentially a servant. Back then, he was young, handsome, and full of hope... yearning to become a great mage.
No, even becoming an ordinary mage is an unattainable goal.
Lorraine's greatest wish was to be able to make her own magical bread and magical crystal water, so that she would never have to worry about food and clothing... Now that she has learned the art of food creation and water creation, she has long forgotten and put these skills aside, only wanting to learn faster, more ruthless and more vicious killing techniques.
All of this happened in just half a month...
"Teacher, have I changed?"
"You've grown... young man. You're now a necromancer... Everything you've done is done with a clear conscience. Even if you feel guilty, that's just how the undead are... How could you possibly change the established facts..."
The teacher's words of comfort didn't feel like comfort; the teacher's encouragement always felt like cold water...
Lorraine smiled faintly, letting out a simple laugh unique to Forsaken men...
"Hahaha..."
After a brief respite, Lorraine stretched his arms, his bones cracking... The Forsaken laborers around him watched as the First Sergeant, Plaguebringer, and Quasi-Stone Guardian, Lord Lorraine, stood stretching, but dared not utter a word...
They could only lower their heads and work silently, trying to repair the watchtower before the human cavalry arrived.
That way, there would still be a chance to safely retreat to Tarren Mill and hand over the watchtower to the regular army of the Death Hunters. A coward in life may not change after death; those who are reborn like Lorraine are extremely rare, and even then, it was only with the personal guidance of his teacher, Lorraine, that he became the necromancer he is today...
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The watchtower was built quickly, mainly relying on the original watchtower ruins and reinforcing it with sandbags and other defensive structures. An hour later, Lorraine saw sentries riding undead horses from the direction of Tarren Mill. Upon seeing him, they immediately saluted Lorraine and relayed the commander's orders.
"Lord Lorraine, the commander has ordered you to make another trip to the vicinity of Ambermill. Spies at the undead outpost report a major problem. The militia of Hillsbrad Foothills and the battlemage order of Dalaran have regrouped around the watchtower; they seem poised to retake Ambermill... A large number of human soldiers, their identities unknown, have been discovered near Pyrewood Village. It's possible the Gilneans launched a surprise attack... The battle at Dan'gamoro Keep is going poorly, and Tarren Mill can't spare any manpower..."
"The Battle of Hillsbrad Foothills? They want me to kill the mayor and their clerk? Is there another assassination list...?"
"Uh...yes. Lord Lorraine. You are aware of this battle plan?"
The messenger was surprised. He looked down at the encrypted warrant in his hand. He hadn't mentioned the code name for this military order, so how did Lorraine know? He was suspicious... Varimathras strictly ordered that military reports be viewed in a tiered system; lower-ranking officers were not supposed to have access to their commanders' encrypted documents...
I just received this secret order, and I just opened it...
Lorraine already knew!
Could the Plaguebringer Lorraine possess the ability to foresee the future? Legend has it that he is an evil and dangerous necromancer... Unlike ordinary Forsaken mages, necromancers devour their own kind.
Countless thoughts flashed through the messenger's small head.
A sense of fear arose spontaneously...
He hesitated whether to report this strange incident to the secret agents of the Varimathras elite guard.
However, as a frontline sentinel, this intelligent Forsaken elite also harbored some goodwill towards the Plaguebringer whom the Queen trusted and favored. He quickly suppressed this thought; recently, Undercity had launched a thorough investigation of all Forsaken civilians, eliminating many former members of the Desolate Council who were plotting a rebellion.
The Forgotten live in fear...
Varimathras, the dreadlord, was delighted with this outcome; he delighted in devouring the fears of mortals.
The Queen was heartbroken and had even less patience for the Forsaken civilians, focusing instead on finding a way to resurrect new Forsaken and replenish her forces...
Battlefield attrition is devastating...
The Banshee Queen doesn't possess the Lich King's ability to resurrect corpses, nor does she particularly enjoy doing so. However, for the survival of the Forsaken and her own revenge plan, life simply isn't enough.
"We need more human corpses to urge the priests of the Forgotten Shadows to expedite their efforts to awaken their brethren and find as many talented individuals as possible, like the Plaguebringer Lorraine. Only then will we have a chance to withstand the enemy's attack!"
The Queen's orders were clearly stated in the military reports...
The messenger quickly relayed the will of the entire Undercity and the opinions of officers at all levels...
Lorraine nodded and pressed his fingerprint and the newly acquired officer's seal onto the document.
This is going to be a new and dangerous mission!
After saluting, I set off alone along the main road toward Ambermill...