klisemfg Chapter 551 Borrow a Light!
Chapter 551 Borrow a Light!
"Haha, you're finished. Die, Plague Bringer Lorraine!"
Yegosh crawled and cried out, when Lorraine suddenly threw out a grappling hook, wrapped it around its neck, and pulled it back...
With a scream, Lorraine braced herself against the giant beast's teeth with one hand and one foot, her foot planted on Gangs' toothpick, which was already embedded in the beast's fangs...
"Come back here... How can I bear the taste of fire rain alone? Don't warlocks have a move called 'Playing with Fire and Getting Burned'? Show us..."
The stench of nauseating, pungent bad breath, mixed with bits of blood and flesh, was utterly repulsive. This guy who doesn't brush his teeth is disgusting...
"This breath is so strong it's practically swamp gas... Excuse me, could I borrow a light?"
......
"What do you want to do? Burn me alive? Take me down with you... No, no, no, let me go! I have gold coins, I have treasures, I can control the messengers of hell so they don't attack you, let me out!"
The orc Yegosh was pleading for mercy...
He continued to unleash his most powerful offensive magic: Curse! Corrosion! Incineration...
It seems that demon warlocks are also masters of fire, but their flames are actually quite special. Abyssal fire, hellfire, and demonic fel fire are fundamentally different from the fire power released based on Azerothian arcane magic.
The Burning Legion's demonic fire, infused with the power of shadow, is more aggressive and corrosive...
For demons, however, it is like nourishment and energy. As long as the demonic fire is extinguished, these beings' power will never cease, like a unique spark that always reignites in the distorted void...
The mirror of truth can always reveal features that ordinary people cannot see.
It happened so fast, so very fast, so fast that it all happened in the blink of an eye...
Between masters, life and death hang in the balance in an instant; between novices, mistakes abound, and even in a back-and-forth exchange, a winner can easily emerge...
Lorraine's resistances were maxed out, allowing Yegosh to relentlessly unleash the warlock's deadly attacks on him. Without fear, without the continuous negative shadow damage, without curses or demonic aids...
Warlocks are special mages who rely on time and space.
......
The teacher once emphasized that among the three legendary magic-based classes, mages are destined to be repeatedly beaten to the ground by priests and warlocks...
Priests and warlocks not only have means of sustained combat and healing and control abilities, but they also have special spells that specifically counter and burn mana... However, in the eyes of experts, every class has its advantages and disadvantages. By reasonably avoiding and amplifying these advantages, and by utilizing artifacts and gadgets, there is still a chance to fight back.
Of course, if you just stand there like an idiot and keep throwing wands at people...
Never mind...
The essence of a mage lies in distance...
There's also control and burst damage!
......
I'm already familiar with Lorraine, and with my perspective and movement in combat... I can teleport to any corner of the world.
His controlled Polymorph and Frost Ring spells, which saved him and others on numerous occasions, need no further mention. Lorraine only regretted not having a place to learn more advanced Ice Barrier or shield magic... With a magical shield, even one based on mana, he wouldn't have nearly been defeated several times by seemingly harmless, ordinary opponents...
It lacks explosive power!
This is where Lorraine can improve!
......
The enemy isn't a wooden stake; wooden stakes don't think. All those cool mages aren't just standing still and attacking...
Trading time for space, space for time, avoiding fatal damage, interrupting core skills, baiting out skills...
The former teacher, who used to boast eloquently, despite often getting thoroughly humiliated on the battlefield... genuinely wanted to impart his experience and understanding to young Lorin.
Being a know-it-all is considered a hateful behavior by people today. It makes those who are educated feel inferior, so they resent and despise it...
The teacher's sincerity is not directed at everyone.
What you resent are invaluable experiences and lessons... By the time you realize it, you've already lost those treasures, and your friends too. So, don't bother educating those who don't want to learn; one lesson is enough to determine fate and friendship.
Lorraine admires her teacher; the teacher's performance during the first awakening of the will of the undead is like a god in the eyes of every newbie.
Just like parents when their children were young, they shone brightly in their children's eyes.
However, with more experience, I suddenly realized that parents also have many flaws and many things they can't do. Some children then resent and ridicule their parents. When these children become parents themselves, they probably won't love their parents as much as those who loved them in the first place...
Where did this conversation go again?
Oh!
I need a light!
Lorraine borrowed fire from Yegosh, who was trying to escape, whether Yegosh wanted it or not, to force the demon warlock to unleash his full power and attack himself, so that the final blow of the fourth Will of the Undead would be imbued with 500% power.
Despite the shadow arrows shooting at him, a mass of purple and black, a kind of corrosive and domineering power from another dimension, even made Lorraine feel the pulling and pain in his muscles.
The fire of hell seems to be more aggressive than the breath of the lava hound.
Pure destructive power, surpassing the power of mortal fire.
The power of the Shadow Void revealed a sliver of its true form amidst the fel flames, appearing both more advanced and purer than the deathly chill emanating from Lorraine. Lorraine was certain that the necromantic power also contained the Shadow Seed. This icy chill of annihilation—his adoptive father was the Destroyer of the Pig Realm, yet he had stated that it was not the Lord of Death, and necromancers were not his followers. It seemed to be using a shell to lay eggs...
With increased mental strength and physical abuse, one's thoughts become uncontrollable and prone to wandering...
This is a manifestation of disharmony between the body and mind; the principle behind depression is similar. However, depression is a luxury disease suffered by the wealthy who are too content to care about. For the forgotten, like Lorraine who truly struggles to survive at the bottom of society, the dead...
Depression is unacceptable. Even if your thoughts are chaotic, you must try to survive. Even if your body can't take it anymore, you must fight and persevere.
If you can't win, you have to fight. If you can't win today, you can keep fighting tomorrow. Every day is a battleground...
The poor have no right to be depressed. Anyone who has this tendency should fight bravely, work hard, and boost their spirits. Don't dwell on past sorrows, hardships, failures, or setbacks. As long as you remember you are alive, fight to overcome the plague that tries to erode you. The temptation of the Lord of the Void Abyss is right before your eyes.
Lorraine's choice was to carry the stench of the giant beast's maw!
Dragging Yegosh, a high-ranking demon warlock from the Shadow Council who had sided with the demons, he moved step by step through the blood swamp and mud toward the Flame Glands.
The chains were taut, and no one knew where Lorraine had gotten these things from. Anyway, like a knight from hell, Lorraine was going to drag this cowardly yet evil fellow step by step into the stomach of the Molten Hound.
Near the heart, Lorraine forcibly tore open its fleshy membranes, layer after layer, allowing the corrosive acid to corrode it.
Lorraine felt neither fear nor pain. He looked less like a necromancer and more like a skeleton reduced to a bony frame. His runic right eye had temporarily subsided, while his frost-filled left eye was already blazing with blue light...
Cold tears kept welling up, and Kel'Thuzad's mark seemed to sense it. The wounded lich, a thousand miles away, atop the frozen peaks, in his flying fortress, felt something.
Inside the hellhound's belly, there's no concern about being spied on or discovered.
Yegosh, however, fared much worse. Unlike Lorraine, it lacked the body's resilience. Being of flesh and blood, it had originally been a cowardly orc laborer, only to rise to become a master, a high-ranking demon warlock, pampered and given the power of life and death. Now, it endured the torture of having its flesh burned, its organs scalded like hot pot in the giant beast's stomach acid. Yegosh could no longer scream; it only regretted that it still possessed the ability to feel pain...
It had experienced firsthand the suffering of the slaves, prisoners of war, and innocent people it had fed to the behemoths...
Time is of the essence, and we cannot afford to delay.
Amidst the unknown battle raging outside, and Lilith's scream, Lorraine's power surged to its peak.
The pain it endured surpassed the feeling of a living person being torn to pieces, surpassed the corrosive disintegration of the soul in the fiery hell and the destructive shadow energy. Rune Frost's left eye automatically protected its master, and just as Lorraine was about to be burned to ashes by the giant beast's glands, a burst of icy energy, like liquid nitrogen, erupted...
At the same time, a skull, imbued with shadow damage several times greater than the pain Lorraine had endured, struck the behemoth's heart...
"boom..."
Art is an explosion.