I have one more World of Warcraft Necromancer than you

Chapter 230 Will the Holy Light Forgive the Weak?

As the executor of the Silver Covenant, Yuvel is constantly on the move.

People were impressed by this strict, balding mage who didn't like wearing hats; the arcanist Yuvel was a jack-of-all-trades.

The citizens of Dalaran always saw him busy, and within the House of Heroes, he was a representative figure of the lineage of justice. Throughout the human faction of Dalaran, he was also a confidant of Lady Vereesa and Master Ansrem.

With Dalaran's departure, the Silver Covenant Guard Commander was naturally left behind to handle the aftermath...

He is also the head of the Silver Covenant's intelligence network...

Although he was masked, people could still tell his identity from the marks on the Kirin Tor Archmage's robe and his standard Mediterranean hairstyle... But who knew what an arcane mage, who was proficient in illusion magic, really looked like?

The Faceless Ones is an ancient assassin organization, predating even the so-called Ravenholdt Manor Assassin Brotherhood. It had already infiltrated every corner of the world at the very beginning of the rise of the Seven Kingdoms.

The Silver Covenant is not only comprised of the High Elf Farstriders led by Ranger-General Vereesa, but also of human organizations that formed covenants in the past... Tracing back further, the Silver Covenant actually originated from the native races of Azeroth who inherited the traditions of the five heroes of the Alliance, with elites from various kingdoms joining in the past.

Our shared goal is to protect the world, to pursue so-called freedom, love, and peace...

However, as time flies, countless organizations have been destroyed or restarted, those who pursued lofty ideals have sacrificed themselves early, and the remaining opinions have lost their original character.

Most members of the Silver Covenant do not have the long lifespan of high elves... so it seems that only high elves remain in the Silver Covenant now... in fact, there are still some members who followed the human guardians and the Arcane Council in the past.

Yuville was one of them... a passionate young man back then...

Master Yuvel seems unconcerned about killing so many innocent people.

He was only concerned with completing the task; nothing else mattered.

"May the Holy Light forgive these incompetent weaklings..."

Yuvel's face was covered, clearly not wanting anyone to see his expression. His identity wasn't the key thing he wanted to hide... His men slaughtered the civilians they had fought so hard to protect, yet Yuvel's eyes remained completely unmoved.

In his eyes, seeking help from the infamous Syndicate and the Scarlet Crusade was naturally part of the plan.

Once Lorraine, the Plaguebringer, is defeated, the rest of the people present will be useless...

The mage enforcers stationed around the perimeter understood immediately and surrounded the accomplices in the center. Don't be fooled by their current antics; they'll all be wiped out in a moment. The battle mages awaited Master Yuvel's command.

Lorraine sensed something was wrong. There were three layers of enemies around him. The first layer was, of course, Yuvel and the assassins he had hired. Interspersed among them were Tyrande & Fordring's Scarlet Crusade and the Order of the Holy Light...

The second layer consists of the Alliance's regular army, mainly gryphon riders and dwarven artillerymen with guns.

The third layer, however, was occupied by mages occupying the four cardinal directions... They seemed to be constructing some kind of magic array, faintly forming a six-pointed star.

Lorraine's field of vision was vast, extending beyond the shared view of the summoned creatures in the lake. He also had access to the wraiths he had released beforehand; these ghosts, unnoticed by most, were excellent spies...

Since his fourth awakening of the will of the undead, when the rune in his right eye was upgraded to a mid-level necromancy rune, his ability to control vengeful spirits has increased significantly.

Last time, he was able to dodge Jaina's fierce attack thanks in no small part to his wraith form; the summoned skeleton knights, transformed into a bone shield, blocked the fatal blow for him. The reason he wasn't panicking was because it seemed Lorraine was surrounded again...

In reality, Lorraine really wanted to shout to these butchers, "You're all surrounded by me!"

But he couldn't. He had learned to be low-key, ruthless, and taciturn.

Make a fortune quietly!

The first person he needs to kill is Taylor, the collaborator who almost killed him all along!

.......

"What are you dawdling for? Plaguebringer Lorraine is just a figurehead. He's actually just an ordinary necromancer. Charge! Crush him! I want his head to make a goblet!"

Taylor had probably vented his anger enough.

He was already carried away with his pride...

Seeing his enemy Lorraine with no way to escape, Taylor laughed maniacally.

Several minutes passed, and neither the Syndicate assassins, the Scarlet Crusade knights, nor the bishops of the Church of the Holy Light took the initiative to fight Lorraine.

The group of people were hesitant, as if they were wary of something.

Or perhaps no order was received?

Taylor took the initiative to give the order, forgetting his own identity. No one paid him any attention, but he certainly became bolder. The assassins gradually tightened their encirclement, the one at the front less than five meters from Lorraine...

"I've put up with you for too long, die! Traitor!"

It was Lorraine who said this. What has Lorraine been doing these past few minutes?

He was secretly casting necromancy... He didn't know much about necromancy, but one spell was enough to kill the noisy Taylor on the other side.

This place may seem like a dead end, but it's actually our home ground in Lorraine.

Lorraine's emotional turmoil wasn't due to a lack of willpower, but rather a result of secretly absorbing the vengeful spirits of the gruesome corpses nearby. No one present had ever seen a necromancer; the main enemies here were humans.

If someone were proficient in shadow magic or necromancy, they would find that there was a chilling, icy wind blowing across the entire lakeside.

If they were wearing the Mirror of Truth like Lorraine, they would see the ghosts of the innocent people they had previously slaughtered drifting toward Lorraine's right eye. He had remained silent until now, not because he was frightened or afraid to move.

In reality, it is constantly absorbing fresh vengeful spirits and feeling the pain and resentment of the innocent.

Paladin Marcus escaped with the sole survivor, while Lorraine, slow to react, was surrounded by the lake. However, the enemy had no idea that Lorraine was not alone. He was the undead, he was a necromancer, he was a plague bringer...

He is a necromancer...

Taylor was stunned when she heard Lorraine's curses, and after a long while, she burst into tears:

“Traitor? I am human, unlike you, a filthy undead. You are the traitor! I know you betrayed Eileen, you killed her, you deceived her! You made him leave me... I didn't want to hurt her... It was you... it was you who killed our teacher, you brought this misfortune…”

Yuville was probably thinking about the organization's next big move and didn't pay attention to Lorraine, the plague messenger who was already trapped.

Disgusted by Taylor's erratic behavior, he gave Lorraine a final ultimatum:

“Plague messenger Lorraine, if you still have a brain, you can abandon the darkness and tell us everything you know, and I can let you live for the time being.”

Lorraine sneered, "Do you think I'm an idiot? Enough nonsense, if you have the guts, come and take my head for the reward!"

Yuvel snorted, nodding slightly in satisfaction to the Syndicate's 'Duke,' who waved and shouted, "Give him a proper burial! Don't touch any of his treasures. They must be handed over, and I, the guild leader, will distribute them. Anyone who dares to steal equipment will have their hands chopped off! They'll be hacked to pieces..."

The syndicate bandits with knives responded immediately, swinging their blades directly at Lorraine's frail undead body.

Lorraine, however, naturally collapsed towards the shore of Lake Lordamir behind him...

He lay down and sank into the lake, diving beneath the surface, the Eye of the Dead emitting a blue glow...

He spread his hands and whispered, "Wraith...locked..."

Under the cover of night, as his blue spirit fire ghost eyes flickered, identical bone spirit ghost fire appeared one after another at the bottom of the lake, and rows and rows of skeletons rose from the bottom of the lake and walked towards the surface.

Among them were many of the death knights whom Lorraine had arranged to wait around Dalaran long ago...

The Syndicate bandits surrounding Lorraine missed their target in their attack, and someone shouted: "That guy's hiding underwater..."

"Chase him! Dive down. The water's not deep here, don't let him get away..."

Several guys eager to be the first to jump the gun immediately plunged their heads into the water, trying to find Lorraine's trail.

Someone shouted excitedly, "He's there, he hasn't moved. He's still here, haha, grab him!"

Then someone exclaimed, "Wait, there's something in the water..."

"what..."

"Willow?"

......

"what...."