nashuaworldcup Chapter 408 The Real Battle of Hillsbrad Foothills
Chapter 408 The Real Battle of Hillsbrad Foothills
How many people are on the assassination list?
Lorraine couldn't remember exactly, but almost all the residents of Hillsbrad were killed... Whether Lorraine did it himself or not, he was the instigator. For the residents of Hillsbrad who had barely survived the plague of Lordaeron, it was fate and tragedy, but for Lorraine, it was military merit and victory.
War is about fighting and making peace... nothing else.
So-called justice and morality are secondary attributes forcibly imposed by politicians and public opinion.
All wars are extensions of interests, the last resort to overturning the table and tearing apart relations, and also the most direct and efficient means. A war is only a war if its goal is to destroy the enemy.
If it's just friction, then it's only to increase leverage in negotiations.
It's more like a conflict...
Negotiation is also a necessary part of war... When war breaks out, all protests and condemnations from non-parties are just for show. For the two sides that are truly suffering from the ravages of war, verbal support or lack thereof is just adding fuel to the fire. Those who send weapons and those who directly participate in the war cannot understand the fragility of life.
They are all waiting for the victims of war to perish, and then hypocritically shouting about justice and glory while laughing as they divide up the inheritance of others.
The cost of destruction is irreparable... Survival and safety are always the most basic and precious things.
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In the chaos and fighting of the past few days, Lorraine truly realized that as cannon fodder for the tribe, the only thing he could do on the battlefield was to ensure his own survival while killing as many enemies as possible and leading his side to an all-round victory.
Only in this way can the souls who sacrificed their lives or were tragically killed in the war be fully redeemed.
For the safety of Undercity, Lorraine had no choice but to do this. He knew at all times whether he was human or demon... like the strange cultists in front of him wearing twilight cloaks, who looked human but were actually evil monsters of unknown origin.
The first person on the assassination list was Mayor Bourne, which goes without saying.
He was the local tyrant of Hillsbrad, and the so-called town councilors were actually just his servants...
The second clerk, Horace, was someone Lorraine remembered well... He thought Horace must also be a mage... After lifting his cloak, Horace's eyes revealed an inhuman blackness... He had no eyeballs, as if he were possessed by a demon god.
He held a short staff in his hand and fired a shadow arrow at Lorraine...
From this perspective, Horace is actually a warlock, and it seems he is a destruction warlock... or perhaps a combination of demonology and affliction warlocks. Lorraine felt a sudden stiffness, as if something was covering his head, making his movements and judgments somewhat sluggish.
I don't know if it's a curse... or what kind of curse it is, and whether I can remove it myself.
A curse of pain?
Curse of doom?
Or a curse of weakness, a curse of prophecy, a curse of exhaustion...
Lorraine tried to use a lesser curse to dispel the magic, but it seemed to have little effect.
Could Horace be using a high-level curse? The Shadow Arrow struck Lorraine, who felt a comfortable sensation, but when he looked down, he saw a pitted scar on his body.
He realized that these men under the mayor seemed to be of a higher level than the Dalaran apprentices he had seen before...
This is just one of them...
Among the named and threatening assassination targets, there are at least seven.
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Not far away, Captain Terra, the blood elf mage who was unable to move easily in the blood pool, was also attacked.
From a spot not far to her side, the cloak of a Twilight Cultist suddenly slumped down, landing on the edge of the altar. The body inside the cloak seemed to vanish into thin air, and the next second, an assassin in black leather armor with equally black eyes appeared behind Captain Terra, wielding two sharp blades in quick succession.
The black-clad assassin wielding two weapons was none other than Wilkes, the third-ranked commoner...
That was the person who first appeared during the day when Teacher Lorraine was disguised as a bard.
This man appeared to be wearing a bow tie, a shirt, and scholarly butler's glasses, and always carried a strange stirrup. In reality, however, he was a truly dangerous individual; he always wore tight trousers and carried two daggers tucked into his trouser legs.
Besides the dagger, he had quite a few other weapons, but it was unknown where he hid them.
When he vanished from under the cloak and appeared behind Terra, Terra's magical shield was shattered in an instant. With a fatal backstab, Terra bent over and sank into the pool of blood. Her back and neck were still ripped open, revealing a gash in her Sin'dorei robes and a wound on her back.
This only made things worse. Captain Terra had been slashed all the way, her blood-red Sin'dorei robes were tattered and filthy. The usually clean, petite, and extremely temperamental high elf archmage was now enraged.
Arcane Explosion!
The shockwave repelled the assassin.
He turned and unleashed an arcane missile at the assassin... At the same time, a fiery impact was thrown out, but the battle-hardened Wilkes smiled, and after a burst of black smoke, his figure disappeared again.
These two injured Lorraine and Terra right from the start. Shocked, they hurriedly crawled towards the mayor's direction into the blood pool's area to avoid hindering their movement... Just as they reached the edge of the blood pool, two farmers pulled out pitchforks and struck them directly in the face.
Lorraine hurriedly urged the Bloodfang werewolf servants hidden in the blood pool to defend themselves. The farmer seemed to lack the tricks of the previous two, but under the attack of inhuman strength, the two werewolves who came to rescue their master were directly seen through by the dung fork and firmly nailed to the altar steps.
Lorraine glanced to the side and saw that the two forks had not only penetrated his blood werewolf puppet, but had also deeply embedded themselves in the obviously hard altar steps.
As the mayor's nephew had predicted, the leaders of these seemingly harmless Hillsbrad residents were actually not human. They were likely imposters...
Fortunately, Lorraine was not alone this time. In addition to the proud and beautiful blood elf archmage Terra, she also had a group of lackeys to protect her.
The Shadow Devouring Bloodfang Wolf puppets, driven by the howl of their alpha wolf, surged forth from the blood pool, overwhelming the mortals disguised in twilight cloaks with sheer numbers... Lorraine and Terra were primarily tasked with dealing with the warlock Horace and the assassin Wilkes...
Lorraine noticed that the mayor was still chanting something.
He realized he had to interrupt the chanting. In any case, Lorraine and Terra's sudden appearance in front of the mayor must be some kind of strange ritual... During the battle, Lorraine couldn't help but feel something burning on his body. He touched his magic pouch and found that the Bloodstone Egg fragment lying inside was getting hotter and hotter as the mayor chanted.
This seemed familiar to Lorraine. Back when his right eye, afflicted by the necromancer runes, hadn't yet fused with the spirit, it too had absorbed a ghost and emitted a scorching energy...
"We must stop that person on stage!"
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