klisemfg Chapter 289 South China Sea Town Cemetery
Chapter 289 South China Sea Town Cemetery
Dunholde Castle is now in ruins...
Thrall led his fellow orcs from the slave camps on a campaign of conquest, eventually reaching Hammerfall in the Arathi Highlands to join forces with Orgrim and Doomhammer. After Orgrim's death, Thrall assumed the position of Warchief.
He was originally going to Kalimdor to find the Warsong Clan... Following the prophecy of the prophet Medivh, he and Jaina led the refugees across the ocean, avoiding the undead's counterattack.
Before leaving, Thrall reclaimed his identity as a son of Frostwolf, resumed his shamanistic ways, and mastered enhancement and elemental powers... With the help of several friends, he was able to build the new Horde he is today.
Thrall, for the safety of his own people, accepted the Forsaken into the Horde, and at the same time, he wanted a rich land for the new Horde to develop.
For Thrall and the Horde, taking control of Arathi Highlands, the cradle of humanity, was both a redemption and a form of revenge.
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The self-proclaimed righteous alliance originated from the human tribes of Arathi. They burned, killed, and looted, defeated the trolls, and established what they called the human kingdom. After more than a thousand years of development, the humans gradually transformed themselves into a civilized nation that claimed to be protected by the Holy Light, and began to regard the original inhabitants, the trolls, as beasts.
With rapid reproduction, a clever mind, a talent for learning and imitation, and exceptional magical talent and manufacturing abilities...
Humans eventually rose to power...surpassing the elves and dwarves, and became the sole ruler of Azeroth, which is now most of the Eastern Kingdoms.
Until the orc invasion... history began another round of struggle. This time, the protagonists were no longer just humans and monsters. With the addition of the undead, the orcs rose again, and blood and glory would prove who the next master of Azeroth would be.
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I'm not going to Dunholde Castle and Ravenholdt Estate for the time being, and I can't go there anyway.
The next mission is to infiltrate Southshore... lure the enemy! Find the spy, and reclaim the treasures of Undercity... This mission is fucking difficult... mainly because I don't want to do missions I don't like, which is always the most unpleasant thing!
Neither the master nor the apprentice liked this feeling; they felt it lacked passion...
As soon as Lorraine turned around, she felt someone following her from a distance...
Have I become bait?
The senior executive wanted to use someone else to do his dirty work. He gave me such a difficult task, without sending a single soldier, and made me infiltrate South Sea Town all by myself!
Isn't this sending me to my death?
Upon their first meeting, Lorraine had been flattered and pleased by Lorraine's self-proclaimed role as a plague messenger. But once outside Southshore, Lorraine realized, "Oh no, I've fallen for that flattery trick again. The Executor is trying to harm me..."
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“We’re already here, it’s not like this is our first time taking a risk. She looks down on you? Prove it to her... not to prove you’re great, we just want to get back what we’ve lost... arguing with women is pointless, it only makes them more arrogant... even if she’s your boss... kid! This is experience.”
"Teacher's experience... what's lost? I haven't lost anything... Teacher, don't worry, I know you're not a complete man yet, no, you're just a pair of glasses... not even a person... Once we get a Frostwolf mount, we'll go to Kalimdor. I will definitely help you regain your body..."
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"Alright, alright... I was trying to comfort you, and you come back to criticize me... You've gone astray, you little rascal! Go inside. I'm here for you!"
"Hmm, a tiny alliance, nothing to brag about..."
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Despite saying that, Lorraine was actually extremely cautious.
He didn't foolishly rush into the heavily guarded human stronghold of Southsea Town.
Southshore is considerably larger than Tarren Mill... its terrain is low-lying, it's near the sea and close to a small river... its view is unobstructed. Looking down from the crossroads, Lorraine could see human guards patrolling in all directions from the three-way intersection.
Stormwind guards always wear blue and white battle robes, a symbol of honor and status.
The guards of Nanhai Town were also elite, their entire bodies clad in complete white tortoise shells. These were plate armor pieces, crafted from the same piece, with helmets, breastplates, and shoulder armor that were airtight, heavy, and impenetrable. Ordinary people would find it impossible to move while wearing such heavy armor.
The fact that the patrolling guards could still wield their swords and shields normally indicates that they were all veterans of the battlefield... Their off-white armor suggests that these soldiers were likely veterans of Lordaeron, or even battle-hardened veterans of the Knights of the Silver Hand...
Shifting my gaze again, I saw a bustling crowd in the densely populated town center. People were coming and going, seemingly preparing for some kind of speech or gathering.
Griffins would occasionally take off or land...
A large number of soldiers were practicing chopping and shooting on the wooden stakes behind them. Lorraine saw that there were men and women among them, at least forty or fifty people, and their movements were clean and efficient.
Instructors were loudly reprimanding and drilling...
The Seventh Legion's elite troops were indeed no mere figureheads; this time, their opponents were real soldiers, and Lorraine felt a little apprehensive. He harbored a fear of the knight, perhaps a lingering trauma from his past life.
On the silver knight, he saw a full suit of armor that shimmered with silver light after being enchanted. The armor had magic resistance and was made of special materials, so ordinary spell attacks could not cause fatal damage.
The knight's sword burns with magic, enchanted by flames, a blazing sword... More details can be seen through the Mirror of Truth above his head.
Of course, the artifact Mirror of Truth can also penetrate ordinary armor and clothing, revealing even the muscular physique and thick thighs of human soldiers.
"They're all skilled fighters, and their levels are very high..."
"know."
The disparity between the army and the bandits was too obvious; the guards of Nanhai Town left almost no blind spots... except perhaps a slight gap in the direction of the cemetery...
"They're tough to deal with... If things go wrong, run. Don't be ashamed... Don't let the guards surround you... If they knock you unconscious or trap you, you're as good as dead..."
"learn!"
The teacher was also a little nervous and excited. He seemed to have more emotions surging up, and he vaguely recalled the days when he fought the Alliance at the gate of Southshore Town... The scenes of the all-out wars triggered by Southshore Town and the chaotic battles between the two sides were still vivid in his mind.
The teacher, who had been listless and unmotivated, suddenly fell into a reverie... He didn't notice Lorraine's current troubled state... Lorraine hated being led by the nose! He yearned for freedom... So-called duty and honor were shackles to Lorraine.
Lorraine has her own sense of justice and ideals... but now she's forced into a corner, a mere soldier crossing a river, and has no choice but to lead the charge...
The apprentice was fretting, wondering if he should rush over and yell at the human guards, "You son of a bitch!"
Then run backwards...
Does that mean the mission of luring the enemy is complete?
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He shook his head at himself, thinking, "It's not that easy..."
Lorraine didn't know how to lure out the enemy... all the teacher could say was "Charge! Charge!"... The people following behind were waiting for the Plaguebringer's signal, the backup forces the high-ranking executive had mentioned, and the undead warriors who were specifically there to ambush the enemy, all eyeing the heroes of Undercity.
But they gave Lorraine the feeling of being a supervisory team...
"How to infiltrate, lure the enemy, ensure safety, and achieve the objective!"
The executive didn't elaborate; she only wanted results. It seemed her boss only knew how to spout this empty, self-righteous rhetoric...
Using the same old trick again, deceiving the precious jewel into transforming?
No, Lorraine doesn't want to expose her treasure in front of everyone.
"I have my own principles! I must take back what belongs to me... wealth, status, and respect! Most importantly, I absolutely cannot let the undead woman look down on me!"
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After much thought, Lorraine found the apprentice mage hat that Ambermill had left over from his bag. It was supposedly a perfect disguise made by Varimathras, and it should be able to transform into the appearance of a human mage apprentice.
Brushing off the dust and tidying himself up slightly, Lorraine slipped behind a tree at the crossroads, disappearing in a flash.
Three seconds later, a human mage apprentice in his thirties emerged from behind the tree...
After transforming, Lorraine looked almost identical to Eileen when they infiltrated Dalaran... her face appeared slightly hardened, perhaps because she had forgotten the memory of controlling her facial muscles. The image that shifted with the hat was that of a once-existing, cold-faced mage apprentice.
The images left inside the hats were living, breathing creatures; the Lord of Dread extracted their skins and infused them with magic to create a perfect disguise...
Taking out a worn-out gray staff, Lorraine pretended to be a limping, injured Dalaran mage apprentice and headed towards the cemetery outside Southshore.
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