klisemfg Chapter 237 Isolated and helpless
Chapter 237 Isolated and helpless
Lorraine suddenly shivered, feeling a wave of nausea wash over him.
"Stop! Get up... Yurev, you weren't like this before... You were a great warrior, a dutiful knight, a reliable husband..."
Lorraine now has two subordinates she can communicate with, which makes things interesting.
He quickly helped Yurev up, even abandoning his plan to send Yurev and his undead army to their deaths as target practice. The original plan was to have the mindless undead draw fire, just like he had done in Ambermill.
But now that my two subordinates have their own minds, they are a treasure.
These are allies and loyal servants, and their combat strength is not low. Lorraine had already discovered that these eleven death knights were quite formidable.
The death knights trained at Blackrock Fortress were no less capable than the teachers described, and were even more obedient and loyal. Those death knights who have returned to Orgrimmar and Stormwind and broken free from the Lich King's control are not absolutely trusted.
Many people dislike the members of the Knights of the Ebon Blade. They are also divided into several groups: some follow the Argent Dawn, some return to the races they belonged to before they died, some go their own way, and there is a group of freaks and demons who are loyal to the Scourge and enjoy killing.
These eleven death knights under Lorraine's command, however, have masters...
He had initially thought they were just puppets...
However, as the power of death and the number of vengeful spirits accumulate and are absorbed, the death runes grow and evolve once more. This thing is a super artifact with absolutely no upper limit. Every treasure on Lorraine's body is not as ordinary as it looks; they just hadn't found the way to use them before.
It's a good thing that Yurev can speak again, but he seems like a different person...
He wondered if, upon returning to Thurbercher, his old friend, the Shadow Priest Orist, and the Gravekeeper Commander Carlos would recognize Yurev again. He also wondered if his wife, now a member of the Forsaken, residing in the Soul Highlands caves of Thunder Bluff, would haunt him.
The son, who tragically died from the plague, may not be able to understand the helplessness of this old father.
Why does the Holy Light not save insignificant mortals, but only accept powerful warriors and devout believers?
Having transformed into a Death Knight, Yurev's power has greatly increased. His black sword can slice through steel, and he can easily take down ordinary Crimson Paladins with a single strike. A hint of crimson tinges his blue spiritual eyes, indicating that he possesses his own thoughts yet remains loyal to Lorraine.
This is the kind of wise and capable minister that countless monarchs have longed for...
The perfect working person, the boss's favorite.
Lorraine, however, somewhat disdainfully helped him up and then comforted the once resentful paladin...
"No, I have failed my wife and children. They will never forgive me. I will never forgive myself. But I will be loyal to you, my master. I will pluck the stars from the sky for you, destroy the universe, slay the Titans... and take their lair..."
Yurev solemnly swore an oath.
Lorraine quickly waved her hand: "There's no need for that, keep a low profile! Keep a low profile!"
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The perfect send-off ceremony was marred by a minor mishap.
The master and apprentice immediately began discussing new strategies, leaving the entire army to languish...
Such a large-scale battle had long attracted the attention of those in the vicinity.
"So, what's the situation by the lake now...?"
"General, the battle is over. But we don't know who the victor is... It seems the undead won... Should we still go to provide support?"
The dwarf general put away his telescope; he had been watching the commotion by the lake from the mountainside.
The main force of the Stormpike Expeditionary Force retreated, but the patrol troops had to hold their posts, striving to report enemy movements at any time. Unexpectedly, after Dalaran flew away, the vacuum zone he left behind was the first to be disturbed.
The Horde and the Alliance, Undercity and Stormwind, retreated to their respective territories, while the neutral territories became a fierce battlefield, and the manors that were originally peaceful and able to survive by chance became targets of attack.
The town of Hillsbrad was in a state of panic. The patrolmen at the front had led the militia to resist the initial, unintentional wave of undead released by Lorraine.
New scouts now report that a large undead army, of unknown allegiance, is gathering at Lake Lordamere, and its numbers are increasing.
The Kirin Tor messengers left behind spread rumors that Undercity was untrustworthy, had arbitrarily slaughtered civilians, and had instigated war...
Commanders near the Alliance were on edge, and dwarven patrols and Southshore cavalry were on high alert, keeping a close eye on the Frostwolf Clan orcs and Undercity outposts at the foot of Alterac Mountains.
They never expected that the attack would be launched by Lorraine's servants...
He habitually used the horde of skeletons as cannon fodder and targets. The necromancer's terror lies in his ability to sustain war through warfare, spreading fear and flames of war wherever he goes.
Lorraine's self-preservation actions ignited the already tense situation.
Unwittingly, the Plaguebringer carried out the Dreadlord's orders. On the other side, the sentries already stationed in Ambermill rapidly relayed the message to Undercity. Lorraine's every move and movement was under the watchful eyes of the bat scouts.
Undercity quickly received the news, and the Queen was surprised; this little fellow was truly capable.
Before she could even give the order to march and search for weaknesses in humanity, Plaguebringer Lorraine took the initiative. He truly was a reliable elite of Undercity. A warrior of the Forsaken—perhaps he should be promoted directly to Legion Commander, leading an army alone; maybe he could achieve even greater success.
Before he could even finish explaining his idea, the dreadlord Varimathras and Lady Elwynn vehemently opposed it, preventing Lorraine from being promoted and urging him to return to Undercity.
On the contrary, the Grand Apothecary Prester, who had never interfered much in politics, was particularly excited. He even took the initiative to ask that the newly developed plague potion be sent to Lorraine so that he could create more deadly plagues, which must surpass the level of the Scourge and demonstrate the prestige of the Forsaken.
“Varimasas, I’ve seen the order you issued… Lorraine has started a new war, wasn’t that your personal order? Why bring him back now?”
Aegwynn, who had been using the alias Lady Alwynn, questioned the Lord of Dread.
The Dreadlord feigned ignorance, saying, "Oh, my orders were for all frontline troops. It's fine that the Plaguebringer received the orders; just send someone to call him back... I need to personally examine the Plaguebringer's body. I doubt the necromancer's loyalty!"
With two enormous horns on its head, the Dreadlord was a massive, gray-black creature with an expressionless face marked by lines that conveyed both evil and humility.
“Your Majesty…opportunities are fleeting. Since the Plaguebringer has already struck first for us, we no longer need to consolidate our forces. Let’s storm Southshore directly. We need more fresh corpses; Deathstroke has been short of them for far too long…Ravenhill and Van Cleef haven’t been supplying much lately…On the contrary, the Bloodsail Buccaneers have raised their prices considerably. I’m even tempted to personally punish these mortals…”
The dreadlord bowed respectfully and asked Sylvanas for her permission.
Sylvanas was surrounded by the leader of the Forgotten Shadows, a banshee, the ambassador of Silvermoon City, and the Horde's war envoy... Lady Elwynn, on the other hand, stood alone opposite her, like a guest.
The Grand Apothecary Prester and the members of the Wasteland Council watched the Queen silently, awaiting her decision.
Queen Sylvanas looked at the military report from half an hour ago, hesitated for a moment, and then asked the Royal Dreadguard:
"How is the fighting in the Eastern Plaguelands? Are the troops prepared at the Undead Stronghold sufficient in number? If the Alliance attacks our defenses from Icewind Pass, won't those swarms of Scarlet Monastery take the opportunity to harass Undercity again?"
"Your Majesty, the Witherer has been monitoring the movements of those puppets on the front lines. According to his reports, the Chapel of Light has discovered that Kel'Thuzad is recently withdrawing his troops into Naxxramas. They seem to be preparing to retreat north, and the Scarlet Crusade near Tyr's Hand has taken the opportunity to seize considerable territory. However, something seems to have happened at Blackrock Keep... a group of Crusaders has also sailed north..."
"The north?" The Queen pondered upon hearing this. "It seems Arthas is withdrawing his forces. Is he truly doomed, or is he feigning a retreat? I desperately want to kill this formidable enemy and exact our revenge, but the humans also want to annihilate us... We have no choice but to fight back! Let the battle at the front take its course. I knew they wouldn't give up easily; the will of the undead fears no one."
The Queen gazed at Lady Elwin: "It seems only he can prove himself, Plaguebringer... Lorraine. If he returns alive, I will reward him... However, our people must not act rashly! Apart from the frontline troops of Varimathras... contact the Legion at Hammerfall as soon as possible, hold the stronghold, and await reinforcements..."
The Royal Terror Guardians and the Dreadlord nodded, "Yes, Your Majesty..."
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