klisemfg Chapter 657 This is Street Dance
Chapter 657 This is Street Dance
The goblin girl's age was hard to guess; they were probably a miniature combination of orcs and trolls, regardless of age or gender. Their appearances were somewhat abstract, showing a mix of men, women, and children.
This is actually a stereotype. When races and groups don't understand each other, it's impossible for them to discern or respect others... They simply make analogies based on their own instincts and personal experiences...
Commonly known as low quality...
Of course, when it comes to low moral character, the legendary goblins should be number one...
They are condensed underground spirits.
They are roughly dwarf-sized, resemble trolls in appearance, and are not lacking in intelligence or technology... They also have their own tribes, armies, and traditions. However, most of them only pursue profit, disregarding their tribes, their beliefs, and have no sense of morality or shame; they will sell anything for a good price...
Perhaps goblins are the evil gnomes of the tribe, whose ambitions have long since transcended dimensions, the universe, time, and the barriers between planets.
Ignore factions and beliefs.
Instead, it makes them feel unburdened...unrestrained.
While goblins thrive in Outland, gnomes on Earth are relegated to the dwarves of Ironforge. Their Gnomeregan dungeons have long been occupied by leper gnomes, breached by cavemen, and modified by traitors...
In comparison...
Goblins can interact with any race...
They may appear harmless, weak, and ugly... but among intelligent races, goblins rely on their brains to survive, which is a kind of survival wisdom.
They do not need any more blessings from the Creator...
Even in harsh environments, they thrive...
Dwarfs are skilled in magic, embodying the essence of condensation. They also love research and exploration, and are adept at invention and creation. However, they seem to be merely craftsmen and laborers serving humanity, perhaps a reflection of the Creator's wicked tastes and arrogance.
Within the Alliance, dwarves seem to be revered as wise men. Humans might simply find them somewhat cartoonish, somewhat human-like, and possessing some interesting inventions and technologies.
Among the steam tanks of the dwarfs, the rudimentary rotary helicopters, and even the latest painted-out biplanes resembling combat aircraft, only a dwarf craftsman or goblin of this stature is truly suited to serve humanity...
Gnome engineering and the gnome masters of Dalaran are striving to prove themselves as descendants of the noble Titan Guardians, distinct from the corrupted Vrykul...
Goblins are truly the embodiment of the god of mischief on earth...
They don't care whether you're a noble Alliance knight, a savage orc raider, or a stinking undead.
"Yes, I've successfully found the correct interface. Good luck, undead, I think you'll be free soon."
"The disinfection system has started up again...maybe I should turn it off."
"Where's the switch...? Is it this one?"
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This little devil seems determined to torment Lorraine. Its little paws are pressing a row of brightly colored buttons, and Lorraine's eyes are practically popping out of their sockets... if it still has any eyeballs left.
That's right, Lorraine is blind... she can never see clearly, understand, or learn from her mistakes.
But he has a true mirror.
Artifacts... Titan-level treasures, shouldn't exist on a planet like Azeroth at the GM level...
Although it's not fully mastered yet, incomplete, comes at a huge cost, has complex conditions, troublesome cooldowns, and limited uses... it still needs upgrading, enchanting, and strengthening...
damn it...
He was unaware that his secret had been revealed...
Compared to the Key of Karazhan, the Staff of Atiesh is more troublesome, even more dangerous than the threat of the Plaguebringer's wanted status.
Dangers are ever-present in the world, and some may be simply unavoidable. Perhaps it's a good thing not to know.
To survive, they had no choice but to expose themselves...
I'd wanted to destroy that damned evil pentagram before; Lorraine had already discovered its weakness—those rays capable of annihilating ordinary life. High technology is indeed fragile...
Energy, electricity, pipes, lines...
Before the Mirror of Truth, nothing can hide. Forget Jaina's figure, even the goblins' advanced technology—the Mirror of Truth's built-in X-ray effect is incredibly useful.
Lorraine wore lenses, microscopes, illusion mirrors, magic mirrors, and sunglasses...
The teacher's main body is so useful... If you could find more parts, wouldn't you be invincible? Dominating everything?
It should be used as much as possible, why do you only think of it when you're on the verge of death?
"By the way, what's the teacher's health status today?"
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Thirty-one days have passed since Lorraine left the Murloc Cave in Deathstroke Town. It's unclear whether it's day or night, but the underground city is brightly lit, sparkling with starlight and vibrant colors.
Inside the deserted mechanical maze, at the eerie entrance to the second level, within the rotating crystal corridor...
The necromancer Lorraine, who was lazy and used to move by teleportation, was now making the most of the muscles and bones he could still use.
He lay prone on the ground, using all four limbs, silently chanting incantations. An invisible ice magic circle gathered around him, and deathly chill emanated from his icy eyes, from which phantom images of wailing ghosts seeped...
It has lost its magic, relying instead on physical strength, intelligence, and a trace of icy power from an unknown source...
The remaining low-level vengeful spirits in the burning rune's right eye—these were collected by Lorraine. These souls, whether pitiful, hateful, or innocent, became fuel, energy, and Lorraine's last hope...
Pain vanishes from the world, and the undead dance on the edge of a knife... seeking life, dancing with destiny.
His body twisted in a bizarre way, performing gymnastic moves that only the Death Sentinel 'Chrysanthemum Tea' could do, all of which Lorraine had mastered without instruction. He had previously disguised himself as an undead rogue, a messenger of the Forsaken, and a masked scout, but now he was finally a perfect fit.
Having successfully dodged the pentagram and the chain ball formation by imitating his teacher's old technique of using minimal force to overcome great strength—a mysterious Eastern secret—Lorraine was surprised to discover that the pentagram had been strengthened.
The terrifying pentagram starts with lines, then connects them, and finally forms the shape of a five-pointed star, sealing off its location.
Unexpected changes are coming one after another, with each layer of pressure increasing.
Previously, it existed both in the front and back; this time, it seems to form a continuous network in all directions.
There is no way to avoid it!
......
Whether it was a left frontal kick or a right hip lift, Lorraine realized that this inescapable net was determined to slice him into pieces. It wasn't a point, not a plane, not a line or a shape, but a matrix...
It enveloped everything, including Lorraine and his underlings, and all the targets in the corridor.
"Friend, are you alright? Your dance was amazing! I never imagined that the undead could dance so coolly. Is this street dance?"
Street dance...
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Two and a half minutes... 30 seconds left...
The eerie ray, whose energy should have been exhausted long ago, was reactivated by the goblin girl, seemingly operating at maximum power and entering a 100% annihilation mode...
The corridor's rotation is about to stop; the ray has already died.
The first to be hit were two deadly, invincible Pyramid Head mechs, who demonstrated the outcome first. Lorraine was about to be hammered to death 8 yards away... and would be torn into pieces 10 seconds later.
Lorraine's quirky street dance performance was just so-so...
Brief, exciting, novel, twisted...
While the goblin girl was seeing stars and frantically operating the machine, Lorraine was already clinging tightly to the mangled bodies of the two bodyguards, awaiting her death sentence...