I have one more World of Warcraft Necromancer than you

Chapter 593 The Dream of a Hundred Million Girls

Of course, Eileen is now a saintess of the Shadow Priests Church in Undercity's Forgotten Shadows, and is also known as Lady Elwin, the president of the Undead Research Association and the official disciple of the Desolate Council Chairman.

Eileen's identity and status are no longer those of a mere human female mage apprentice; she is now the Forgotten Saintess of Undercity, the vessel of the Angel of Death.

The envoys sent by the Queen...

For all of this, Eileen paid a much greater price than Jaina. Without the protection of her teacher and the companionship of her childhood sweetheart, the life of the human girl Eileen, who was transformed into an undead, also entered a dark age.

Forced to embark on the path of necromancer, shadow priest, and angel of death... Despite being human, she could only mingle with the undead... In comparison, Lilith, the undead girl priest, seemed to be luckier.

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Lilith was absolutely thrilled to be with Lorraine... it was exciting and they could acquire many valuable treasures. Even Lorraine's originally hunched figure seemed to radiate a little brilliance...

The plague messenger, Lorraine, was strange and mysterious, powerful yet taciturn; she felt very relaxed...

A young girl can become addicted to people who make her happy... especially a brainless, quirky, fearless, and willful zombie bride... She can sense something different in Lorraine compared to her brother...

The closer Lilith got, the further Lorraine stood...

He hadn't yet decided whether, after completing the mission forced upon him by his so-called adoptive father, he should seek a way to become human again.

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"Idiots are just prone to overthinking...greedy! They haven't even learned to crawl, yet they're already thinking about running and flying...I've been wearing glasses for almost a month now...is there no justice? Hey...what are you dawdling for...do it! Kill! Fight! Charge! Like a man, charge, unleash your power..."

Lorraine thought that if her teacher were still lucid, she would definitely say the same thing to her; she had been scolded like this countless times before...

But there's one problem: the teacher never taught Lorraine...

The question is: how exactly do we interact with different aliens? Should the Forgotten retain the emotions of the living...? Are they willing to repeat the mistakes of their past lives for the sake of their ideals and obsessions...?

wrong.

It's the opposite sex... not an alien.

However, to Lorraine, the opposite sex was an alien, an existence completely different from himself... someone who could devour him at any moment, someone who wanted to parasitize him, or someone who wanted to corrupt him...

Whether it's the Dark Queen Sylvanas & Windrunner, or the Archmage Aegwynn, the human weapon, the guardian mage of humanity, these beings are powerful yet have endured countless hardships.

One is a ranger general from the noble, long-lived, and powerful high elf Windrunner family; the other is a grandmaster arcane genius mage with exceptional talent, capable of single-handedly slaying false gods and demons...

They are women, but not just women; they are more like beings who have ascended to the level of gods and demons.

They certainly don't have human emotions, and even if they do, they can easily suppress them.

Without realizing it, Lorraine had begun to compare himself to beings of that caliber... He set his expectations too high for himself. Or perhaps both master and apprentice saw themselves as heroes who would save the world.

From the day they were resurrected, it seems that Lorraine and Rolin embarked on a journey destined to become ruthless killing machines...

One is obsessed, the other is doubtful...

One is a game, the other a nightmare...

Can you find joy and recognition in a game that's too realistic, a game that leaves you feeling lost and disoriented?

A cruel and painful nightmare, a recurring nightmare from which there is no escape; things that cannot be done while alive; do dreams still hold meaning after death...? Can the price paid be exchanged for time and life...?

Is the union of two souls a blessing or a torment...?

Is it a moral distortion, or a reward from the adoptive father?

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"Sigh, go out, and everything will be answered. Staying here will never lead to a conclusion."

Watching Lilith intently gathering herbs, happily skipping and hopping around, filling her herb bag to the brim... Lorraine suddenly remembered the first message she received in the email, which was about the 12-slot herb bag Lilith had mentioned...

There were letters, messages, and expressions of concern inside...

There are items, there are friends...

Don't throw away fish if there are none. No slang, no secrets, no help or guidance...

It was helpful, it involved communication, it was fun... it was rewarding and provided a brief moment of satisfaction.

Unexpected surprises...

What was the initial fun?

Do friends really need to be bound together by mutual interests?

Does that simplest kind of happiness have anything to do with how many gold coins you have?

Does it have anything to do with military rank, artifacts, or faction?

Is the respect that I can't get elsewhere now available here?

"Huhuhu..."

Lorraine exhaled a long, hard breath, as if trying to expel the last bit of fresh air from her parched chest... Then, standing on the rock, she stretched out her arms and, like a charlatan, shouted at the dark clouds overhead, "Dark clouds, dark clouds, go away..."

"What's wrong with you...?"

Lilith looked up in confusion, and Lorraine chuckled, "I'm just helping you get rid of bad luck... Look, it's going to rain here, this dark cloud is following us. Let's head down, and we're sure to find an exit at the estuary along the staircase..."

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Lilith remained silent, stubbornly continuing to plunder other people's herb fields until they were completely clean...

Lorraine pondered for a moment, then, with an army of the dead guarding her on either side, she stood on high ground and looked out. She could roughly see flowing water and waterfalls, as well as the faint cries of seawater and birds...

"Listen... there are different sounds in every place, like war drums, like the sound of a zither, like whispers, like the evening breeze..."

Lorraine held his breath, focusing intently on his surroundings. He seemed to hear the unique background music his teacher had mentioned, music that only players could hear... the chirping of insects, the calls of birds, the giggling of small animals...

"Neuropathy..."

"Lilith, you have to answer one question for me. Are you a player?"

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"Huh? What player? Hey, you've got nothing better to do, come help me out. When we get back to Orgrimmar, I'll give you 1% of the gold... I'm busy, don't just stand there watching... There's still half left, look there, Fireflower... Fireflowers only grow in lava volcano areas, strange, there are some here too, I think what you said might be true..."

"Sungrass... grave moss... ice cap grass, oh my god, and plague flower too!"

"Plagueflowers only grow in contaminated areas in the North, they shouldn't be here... How strange!"

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Lilith did not answer Lorraine's question.

This wasn't actually the question Lorraine wanted to ask...

It was the teacher, Lorin. His very first words were to ask his Forsaken kin if they were players. So far, fortunately and unfortunately, there are no players in this world that the teacher is looking for.

Lorraine had likely witnessed some strange scenes from another world through fragmented memories...

A strange square box; a teacher wearing shorts, short black hair, and odd slippers, banging on a glowing box and a wooden board-like object. The teacher could sit in front of that glowing box for hours, forgetting to eat or sleep, sometimes shouting and cursing...

Sometimes I just sit there blankly... staring at the glowing box.

It seemed as if his Azeroth was actually inside that glowing box... Lorraine could hardly comprehend the otherworldly scenes his teacher had shown him... But being as clever as he was, he eventually understood that the two worlds were vastly different...

At least, it's almost impossible to find someone in Azeroth who looks exactly like Rolin, the teacher...

Even among the few humans with yellow or black skin, the petite and fair-skinned blood elf girls, and the race that somewhat resembles a teacher... upon closer inspection, their clothing and appearances are vastly different.

That was an unsolvable mystery, a secret and code only understood between teacher and student...

This age-old problem wasn't the focus right now. After confirming that Lilith wasn't a player and didn't understand the meaning of "player," Lorraine led the undead army directly down the barely discernible stone steps, following the flowing water...

"Hey, are you really just leaving? You're not going to help me or protect me?"

"Okay. Take your time digging, I have to go. Be careful, Lilith..."

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"Why are you like this..."

"I'm not human..."

"Well, I'm not either...you're a dog, a stinking dog..."

"..."

Lorraine shivered, unconsciously putting on the Mirror of Truth to search for a way out. He glanced back at Lilith's skeletal frame... and shook his head helplessly. Composing himself, Lorraine continued up the steps without looking back; he had roughly discerned a path hidden by weeds...

"I'll give you 20%, okay? Honestly, you're so stingy... stingy, humph..." Lilith gritted her teeth... Then, seeing that Lorraine had really left, she couldn't help but shout, "Two sets of big red and two sets of big blue, that's the most I can do!"

"One set of roasted quail and Griffith's potion..."

"Dream on! Come on, once you leave, everything is mine...you won't get a single piece..."

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