nashuaworldcup Chapter 553 Deep-seated Suffering and Hatred
Chapter 553 Deep-seated Suffering and Hatred
The majority of the tribes were people burdened with deep-seated grievances and hatred...
Orcs, tauren, trolls, Forsaken, and blood elves—they were all once enslaved and harmed outcasts. Humans never considered the beasts of the tribes to be righteous.
Among the enemies of the Holy Light, the Forsaken are the undead that should be purified.
To be honest, Lorraine was very conflicted...
Is he struggling to tell if he's a human or a ghost?
Is his wish to live as a human, or to become an invincible archmage by taking on the body of an undead?
If it were possible to sell anything, could I, like Yegosh, a originally mediocre and cowardly guy, side with a demon in exchange for the power and status I craved from cute girls? To rise above others and my fellow countrymen?
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The body I'm currently in is torn between whether it's my teacher manipulating me, or the obsession I had as a mage apprentice...
When human thought becomes increasingly complex, the soul increasingly empty, and personal ideals become blurred and wills become weak, joining a powerful collective or an organization that enjoys prestige is a good choice.
However, if, and I mean if, an organization's beliefs and slogans are two different things from its actual implementation, how can a member who is willing to fight for their ideals feel that their efforts are just and valuable?
How can one sustain and dedicate their limited experience and emotions to fulfill what was once hailed as humanity's only great vision—the liberation of prisoners who enslaved others...?
The Lich King enslaved the Forsaken, yet wasn't the Lich King himself a puppet under his control...? Lorraine was resurrected as a Forsaken, believing he was fighting for the Queen...
The teacher's persuasion, or rather, comfort, gave Lorraine the impulse and desire to become a great mage.
My godfather's gift is my greatest help...
A dark legend, a solitary journey.
I am filled with indignation!
It's hard to say...
I have an extra world to explore compared to you. I know the direction of the world, and I know who the enemy is...
My current meager strength is insufficient to defeat the endless, ever-evolving, and all-encompassing corrupt and decadent enemies... Some are even comrades and family members lurking among us... Some are our commanders leading the battle, while others have already entered the void, becoming traitors bestowed upon us by external forces...
Some are vested interests who will always awaken, while others are faceless individuals who will always mock those who lack wisdom...
Where does one's ambition lie?
World peace?
I can't even represent my teacher to meet his beloved Dark Queen, for fear she might suddenly declare the Horde worthless! What kind of wicked writer could make those who believe in her utter such vicious words that hurt even the most devoted...?
I believe it must have been the work of minions corrupted by the power of the void.
That can't be true...
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Does the Forsaken have a future? Is the Lich King all we have to defeat?
Why must there be a Lich King?
Why is revenge the only obsession of the Forgotten, like a rational vengeful spirit doing the things of a malevolent ghost?
Unless, I'm still alone!
Not because my body has mutated, not because my soul is dead, not because my faith has wavered, not because the enemy is too powerful, not because the internal situation is not so harmonious, not because my eyes have lost their light, not because I have lost everything, not because the road ahead is dark, not because I have been infected with the plague.
I, Lorraine, am a warrior, a skeletal man wielding a staff, with desires, longings, thoughts, and dreams...
No matter who is the protagonist or the antagonist, whether they are good or bad, regardless of race or race, their needs are the same, but their methods are vastly different!
Even if my blood dries up, my muscles atrophy, and my face becomes withered, I will never give up the chance and blessing of living. I just want to use my own strength to earn the respect and freedom I deserve. Is that so difficult?
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"Teacher, are you still there? Can you still hear me? Did you see that? I tore the lava hound apart with my bare hands, and you found a demon's heart... Is it your heart? Are you there? Are you still there?"
Do you understand?
"I won! Haha... Teacher..."
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For some reason, Lorraine cried.
Two lines of bloody tears, like the bloody tears of Sylvanas, shadow marks, unique eyeshadow, smoky makeup, puzzled Lilith. She didn't understand why Lorraine was crying.
Shouldn't we feel excited and joyful after defeating the enemy?
Lorraine, you are a powerful man. Isn't that what everyone desires?
Even if you are an undead, as long as you have a human soul.
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Do the dead have tears?
Legend has it that mermaid tears are the most precious elixir of immortality in the world.
The tears of the dead are a treasure even the gods crave...
Lorraine wasn't crying for herself, but for her teacher and his situation. Twenty-six days passed quickly, yet time felt both swift and slow. When under pressure, each day drags on endlessly. When there's no pressure, it feels like a gentle spring breeze...
There was a lot of pressure from the beginning. I had great wishes and ideals, but I couldn't do even a small thing well.
The teacher kept encouraging Lorraine, but the teacher was also deceiving herself.
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Even the secrets hidden within the teacher made Lorraine suspect that when all parts of the body were collected, it would be the time when Lorraine, this tool, would perish.
Lorraine had a premonition...
I have a strong feeling about this.
His tears flowed uncontrollably.
A strange heartache...
This heartache is a hundred times worse than not being able to see the tribal leader, my beloved teacher, or my dearest queen...
Of course, this heartache was complex and heavy, and Lorraine did not want to delve into it. He felt that the seed of plague was at work again.
If a tribal leader doesn't have a core ideal, even if he's as obsessed with revenge as a queen, he'd be better off like a human nobleman who insists he's the only light.
Similarly, little Lorraine, before realizing her great ideals, should focus on making herself feel meaningful.
Lorraine vowed to become the one who would save the tribe, step by step. Not only to save his teacher, but also the tribe, and the fate of the Forsaken!
If a tribe doesn't have a clear belief, it's better to uphold Grommash Hellscream's pride, the Queen's revenge, Axel's caution, and Tauren Chieftain's composure.
Witnessing the sudden rebellion of the Burning Blade Clan, Lorraine was unsure whether to control the growing and increasingly uncontrollable army of Flame Skeletons, whose bloodlust was growing uncontrollably.
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The benefits of increased mental strength include controlling more summoned units and perceiving a wider range. Lorraine has already witnessed the warriors and slaves of the Burning Blade Clan actually killing each other...
What puzzled him was why the orcs who had originally come to kill him were now attacking each other.
Upon closer inspection, he realized that it was mainly a group of thin, poorly clothed orc laborers fighting against strong orc warriors with shovels and sticks. At that moment, his understanding of orc laborers seemed to change slightly.
"The Fireblade Clan and the Burning Blade Clan were originally one tribe. They were coerced and forced to serve the demons... It's all the Shadow Council's fault."
Seeing that Lorraine was alright, Lilith quickly ran to his side to check on him. Taking advantage of the fact that the poison had dissipated considerably, Lilith hurriedly released a holy healing prayer. Although the effect of this holy light healing was not very good, Lorraine still felt his body warm up slightly.
it's over...
The behemoth crisis is temporarily over...
Seeing the orcs locked in combat, Lorraine had a sudden thought. Instead of helping, it simply ordered its skeleton army to surround and protect Lilith and itself.
This ironically caused the rebellious Fireblade orc laborers to suffer...
The overseers and guards were well-equipped, and the sorcerers cast spells. The difference in numbers between the two sides was useless in the face of the difference in equipment and strength, and without the cover of the fire skeletons.
Under the massive blades of the Doomguard, the orcs fell in droves, suffering terribly... Lorraine watched coldly, unable to distinguish which orcs were the enemy.
These tragic souls will not be wasted...
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After Lorraine's mental strength was enhanced, his focus shifted from the rebellious orc laborers to the gaping maw of the stone statue in the distance. Lorraine felt that something was amiss with the stone statue's mouth.
Upon closer inspection, he discovered that there was more than one stone statue; the stone figures had huge mouths on all four sides, and they were all now open.
Several places resembled prison doors that had been opened...
These stone statues belong to a lost civilization.
Lorraine couldn't help but marvel; it turned out that there was another underground world hidden within the seemingly unremarkable Ragefire Rift...
The area where the Burning Blade Clan is hiding is just a shallow entrance to Ragefire Rift in Orgrimmar. The group of Burning Blade orcs stationed here, waiting for the right moment to launch a counterattack, is one of the backup plans that Gul'dan, the former master of the Shadow Council, had arranged long ago.
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