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Chapter 222 Who is Lorraine?
"The plague messenger? Lorraine?"
The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, unsure who the Queen was referring to. The Queen spoke in the common language of humans... all the guests and soldiers of Dalaran present could understand it, even the tribal envoy, the witch doctor Kalai, who had always pretended not to understand the languages of other races and relied on her translator to convey her opinions.
This is actually just an attitude...
That's also a strategy.
Those selected for the role of ambassador usually need to be proficient in multiple foreign languages.
"Lorraine? That name sounds familiar..."
"Lorraine? I remember there was a young man in our village named Lorraine. We all called him 'Second Fool' because he always got completely fooled by his boss..."
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Where is your village?
"Moonbrook! It's deserted now, the village was massacred, it's full of rebels. The People's Army and the Brotherhood are fighting fiercely around Westfall, didn't Stormwind say they were going to send people to wipe them out?"
"The Westfall is chaotic... but it's better than the territory we're fighting over, right? That's still human territory. What are you doing in Dalaran? This is the land of the undead!"
Some onlookers were puzzled, and one who tried to speak quickly shook his head and complained, "How was I supposed to know that Dalaran, even after being teleported here, isn't safe... I spent a fortune to sneak over from Menethil Harbor... It cost me over a hundred gold coins! Damn it, those goblin trading swindlers, saying Dalaran was an absolutely safe place, a holy city for mages! It's clearly the most dangerous place... a battlefield for the dead!"
"Alright, at least we're still alive... There are far more dead outside. Wait, speaking of which, I feel like I've heard the name Lorraine somewhere before..."
Marcus, standing in the crowd, immediately thought of that person when he heard the conversation around him.
"A plague messenger? The little guy has been chosen by the Queen to be a plague messenger so quickly!"
Paladin Marcus vividly recalled the events in Lorraine, near the town of Deathstroke, on the way to the Scarlet Crusade outpost. He had been carrying new plague samples to the Scarlet Crusade's stronghold, meeting with several Scarlet generals in turn.
The purpose, of course, is to show that the plague can be stopped, and that even the infected humans, once resurrected, are forgotten beings with humanity and wisdom.
This is different from the undead servants gathered beneath the floating fortress of Naxxramas in the north!
Unfortunately, he was almost beaten to death by the blood monks, and the Grand Attorney even declared Marcus a heretic.
They almost sent him to the gallows... fearing he might not die, they even prepared a sacred flame and a sacred torch.
Strangely, Grand Crusader Dathrohan personally ordered Marcus's pardon and invited him to the Stratholme front as an Alliance envoy. Had it not been for his encounter with Admiral Barry on the way, the battle in Silverpine Forest would have affected the entire Crusader campaign, and Marcus would have rescued the young Tyrande and Fordring in Ambermill.
He hasn't disappeared from Dalaran yet...
All of this is indeed related to that inconspicuous little guy.
Marcus's mind flashed back to the face of the necromancer, and the unique human radiance emanating from him... Even though he was an extremely weak soul, he was marked with holy light.
A ghostly, orchid-like, bone-spirited flame...
It made Lorraine shine brightly amidst the misty, gloomy Tirisfal Glades.
It was hard for Marcus not to notice that little Lorraine was possessed...
A voice is guiding a new messenger of light to resurrect Lorraine and her apprentice.
At that moment, Marcus believed it to be a sign of holy light. A beam of brilliant sunlight shone down from the dark, overcast sky, directly illuminating the fallen, mangled body of the necromancer. Guided by his inner conviction, Marcus immediately cast a spell of redemption...
"O soul, return!"
The scene is still vivid in my mind; the holy light resurrected the undead...
The Knights were immediately shocked.
For the first time, Marcus felt that the Holy Light was just, loving, and selfless...
The shock of Lorraine and his apprentice was written on the undead's faces, but not on theirs. Paladin Marcus's shock was internal; he simply didn't show it. News had arrived that his Lightforged undead informant from the Court of Light had sent him to collect samples outside Deathstroke.
The rewards included the One Ring (the Lord of the Rings) on Lorraine's person, the Silver Hand Badge, the Orb of Deception... and two commemorative gold coins.
He hadn't considered how much those casually tossed-out gifts would help Lorraine.
Lorraine has grown into someone the Queen herself has personally chosen...
"Plague messenger...that's not a good job."
Marcus was just a moment ago lamenting that if it were the little guy he had met before, by their second encounter he had already led an undead army to slaughter Ambermill, and Tyrann and Fordring had almost died at his hands. Lorraine had completely sided with the enemy...
"He was always a forgotten one..."
Marcus shook his head. The undead were originally vengeful spirits created by the plague... The Forsaken were cursed and pitiful.
They cannot be accepted by the human world...
This fact has been proven during the recent trips to Scarlet Monastery and Hearthglen. Even though Admiral Barry, the Fleet Commander of the Scarlet Navy, verbally supported it, the other dozen or so Scarlet Highlords were actually continuing their indiscriminate extermination of the undead...
The samples he sent included...
I wonder if the undead thief who volunteered as a sample managed to escape alive...
"Bloodfang..."
Marcus felt somewhat guilty; he had originally planned to go to the northern front to see Dassohhan soon, but this time he might have to visit his old friend at the Church of the Holy Light to fulfill his wish...
He can no longer represent the league.
Turning around, following Marcus's gaze, Countess Katarina, Stormwind's official envoy standing in the center of the crowd, was also muttering to herself:
"Lorraine? He doesn't even deserve to be called the Plaguebringer... As far as I know, isn't the Plaguebringer currently in Naxxramas helping that bastard lich Kel'Thuzad?"
"Haha, a banshee is a banshee after all. She even wants to build her own undead army. She already has plague messengers? What's next? Is she planning to create her own death knights? Or perhaps a damned necromancer army!"
"Could it be that what those Black Knights said about the monsters they brought back was true...?"
The countess frowned, seemingly lost in thought... Recently, fallen paladins had returned to Stormwind, only they had become death knights, and the Alliance leadership was at a loss as to how to handle the situation...
Some nobles believed that these unclean people should be executed, but Bolvar proposed to observe and appoint them without making it public.
It's said that more Death Knights actually had more contact with the Argent Dawn, with a smaller number going to Orgrimmar... Katarina and Priest had an extreme aversion to the undead, and she naturally supported their execution, but the Regent's orders still suppressed the Priest siblings...
"Who exactly is Lorraine? Who is the plague messenger?"
After a period of noisy discussion among the crowd, everyone, including Grand Chancellor Ronin of the Kirin Tor, was completely bewildered.
Finally, Master Rhonin awkwardly asked, "Lady Sylvanas, this Plaguebringer Lorraine you mentioned, we don't seem to know him? And there's certainly no way we've captured him..."
"You didn't catch him?"
The Queen stared at Master Ronin suspiciously, while he met her gaze calmly.
Khadgar pondered for a moment, then suddenly realized: "We seem to have encountered a Forsaken... He appeared to be protected in the Arena of Will! Right, Millhouse? Where is he?"
The white-bearded dwarf mage seemed to have finally gotten his chance to speak: "Well, after we came out, nobody paid any attention to him. I think he's safe inside... However, it seems there was a serious explosion there just now..."
"We don't know where he is? If he is the plague messenger that Queen Sylvia mentioned... we never imagined he would actually be such a big traitor!"
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The Queen frowned. "So there's nothing to discuss?"
"Wait! I know..."
Kalecgos took a step forward.
“We just encountered the suspicious person you mentioned at the Black Crow Inn. Jaina almost killed him, but it seems he was rescued.”
Everyone looked at Jaina, who held her head high with an air of arrogance, seemingly somewhat displeased that her all-out attack as the archmage hadn't killed a mere undead spy. But since it was the Plaguebringer...
That means that kid is someone important.
Jaina seemed somewhat relieved...
Who saved the plague messenger?
Jaina and Kalecgos looked toward Aethas, the Chancellor of the Sunreakers' Temple, and the Sunreakers...
All eyes turned to him, even the Queen stared at him with a puzzled expression... Aethas retreated in confusion...
He then spread his hands: "Um, I... I don't think I know this plague messenger either?"
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