nashuaworldcup Chapter 473 Day 22
Chapter 473 Day 22
Great lives are fragile, changeable, and priceless...
Each person's true life, in every sense, is only once, a blank slate filled with filth, desire, and achievement. The fantasy of eternal youth, eternal wealth, and eternal freedom...
immortal?
The lich's body was clearly just decaying, life-residing skeleton...
Magic-driven phantoms, insatiable black holes of raging, violent thoughts. The imagined perfect resurrection never exists. The undead army returns from hell with the death knights, like a pack of wild beasts drawn by prey, pouncing on the living...
Assimilating living beings into undead skeletons does them no good...
There was only a terrible, evil pleasure and a thirst for revenge.
What Lorraine had once perceived as a handsome, terrifying, and unique army of skeletons was, under the control of the true Archlich, nothing more than worthless puppets. No matter how much carnage they committed, how much land they seized, or how many undead they assimilated, it was merely a merciless mockery of great life by the forces of the Void.
Lorraine, who could always see all negative emotions and manipulate necromancy to devour resentment and nourish herself, suddenly realized that without self-will, there is no soul, no faith, and no pursuit...
There is no difference between life and death; the army of the dead, existing like walking corpses, is merely the embodiment of suffering.
Endless suffering descends upon the human world, and the departed souls refuse to disperse, instinctively wanting to harm others and drag them down with them. This is undoubtedly the understanding of all vengeful spirits. Lorraine has seen many vengeful spirits of various types.
There is a longing for life, an unattainability of beauty, and a desire for power, knowledge, strength, and status in life.
Some are exhausted, some have endured all sorts of hardships, and in the end, all they want is to quietly let go... They've lost their ideals and the will to strive, and all they want is to escape conflict and comparison. The world is inherently ever-changing, and the invaluable nature of good health is something no one appreciates when they have it.
Just as extraordinary wisdom requires enduring pain and challenges beyond that of ordinary people, the achievements of a certain stage quickly rot and spoil like a fresh apple... An apple can only give you a momentary sweetness and a momentary sense of accomplishment.
What remains is still hunger, because your body is constantly burning energy.
Existence is consumption... The living can only move forward.
The dead vanished into thin air...
What you desire will inevitably bind you... Enjoyment or torment is self-inflicted... Let go? How can you repay that resentment and anger, for all the past experiences and efforts...?
Some truths are meaningless even if you know them, but certain secrets can give you a temporary advantage.
The establishment of order inevitably involves loopholes and wear and tear...
Some people are born with wealth and status easily, while others struggle their entire lives just to share a tiny scrap of leftovers thrown away by the nobility...
Perhaps only when death comes will all external things be stripped away... all things return to their true nature, and the soul lives on forever.
Even the most magnificent tomb cannot bear your mark.
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Bringing the dead back seems to be the "godfather's" perverse pleasure.
Death's toy descends upon the world, amidst terror, solely to give the departed a chance to tell the living... their resentment and immortality.
Unfortunately, the dead have no brains! No eyes! No feelings...
Only a remnant soul...
Not to mention wisdom, vision, and empathy...
Immortality is impossible... If anything can truly be immortalized, it is only the courage and wisdom, strength and justice that insignificant humanity has always celebrated. Virtues that only the living, the victors, and the strong can possess...
Losers are worthless...
Every member of the Scourge is a loser. Defeaten by desire, deceived, killed... manipulated and mocked tools, puppets on strings, performing one tragicomedy after another without end.
Death mocks all living beings, and walks alongside death.
The "godfather" allowed Lorraine and his disciples to retrieve parts of their bodies... the Eye of Light, the Eye of Shadow... the brain, internal organs, limbs and torso... to fight against legendary creatures or inanimate objects, intending to recreate the "true god." How difficult is it to rewrite the order?
Even a true god might not be able to guarantee success... it's just a one in ten million chance.
Or is it just for entertainment, to raise treacherous creatures, or to experiment?
gambling?
Trial?
explore.
To verify whether the brilliance of humanity resides in the physical body, the mind, or a healthy body, or merely in words, sculptures, or legends.
Where can I find the answer?
What price must one pay to possess eternity, extraordinary wisdom, invincible power, and a truly immortal body, achieving perfection without regrets?
What if you get eliminated halfway through?
Whether it's good fortune or misfortune, who can tell the difference?
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It wasn't Lorraine who uttered these exclamations...
He was another chosen one who could have been the protagonist.
When the red flag of Stromgarde was raised on the shores of Lake Lordaeron; when Master Anthrem, the Speaker of the Kirin Tor, extended an olive branch; when the Alliance of Stormwind needed to rebuild the Human Alliance of Arathor... when the Alliance for the Salvation of Lordaeron provided intelligence and supplies.
Galin & Prince Thorbain are full of vigor and are going all in.
As the marshal of the human alliance, Garin led three thousand cavalrymen down from Hillsbrad Foothills, defeating Lorraine's Death Knight legion in a single blow...
Garin, who had been proudly roaring at his father's spirit, exclaimed, "I did it!"
"I am the king of Red Stormgar!"
A few days ago, Red Stormgar, in Garin's hands, regained respect and honor. The Alliance's emissaries and the proud mages of Dalaran still hold the same respect for the human knights of the Thorbane family as they once did.
If it weren't for the Plaguebringer Lorraine's underhanded tactics, if it weren't for Katarina's favoritism towards the charlatan bard Papa Ras, if it weren't for the injustice of fate and the disrespect of the small Hillsbrad town mayor... if it weren't for Yuvel, the representative of the Silver Covenant, acting without authorization.
In the battle for the rich, Garin can still achieve great feats!
They could even reclaim the old lands of Lordaeron, kill the banshees of Undercity, drive away the Scourge undead, and restore human territory.
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Prince Garin, on the verge of death, thought to himself, his dazed eyes indicating that he was nearing the end... clinging to life, it seemed as if a shadow magic was keeping his soul from dissipating, his physical body already broken and mangled.
Being thrown into scorching lava like a yo-yo and then pulled back into the air at high speed, repeatedly fried and washed in a hellish cauldron, is a form of torture rarely seen in the world.
In the dungeon altar, Garin endured tortures unimaginable to ordinary people.
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A normal person would have died long ago, but under the Faceless One's power, Karin is in a state where he wants to die but cannot, and wants to live but cannot. The Faceless One, Born, offered Karin's soul to the Void; in a sense, Karin's physical body has been devoured and transformed by the Faceless One...
It has essentially become part of the Faceless One's body and can only be manipulated...
Mayor Bourne once prophesied, "The patricide, the traitor, the arrogant and incompetent will be repeatedly roasted in the fires of hell; this is the mercy and reward of the ancient gods."
Terra saw that the man who had fallen from the sky was Garin, scorched beyond recognition by flames, and then cooled in the sea...
He fell into the sea, but the chains binding him remained intact.
A pulling force dragged him down, even though he was frozen in ice. His mangled body was being pulled apart, the pain indescribable. He hated that his senses were being amplified infinitely by this evil being...
At the same time, the figure of an enemy flashed in his eyes; it was none other than Lorraine...
In terms of appearance, Lorraine does resemble Prince Garin, except that the latter was once much more handsome than the young apprentice Lorraine.
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