nashuaworldcup Chapter 262 Don't Speak, We're on the Same Side!
Chapter 262 Don't Speak, We're on the Same Side!
"Oh no, I forgot there's another one lying here..."
"Lorraine! The Hammer of Justice!"
Lorraine looked up and saw a golden light flash, and a hammer made of light appeared above his head and smashed down on him... Besides the pain and burning sensation, he felt dizzy and unable to move!
Hammer of Justice is the Paladin's ultimate skill; the giant hammer formed from the magical energy of Holy Light has an almost 100% chance of stunning the target.
Accompanied by Holy Light damage...
The one who launched the attack was Mr. Marcus, who had been lying motionless in the haystack. He had woken up at some point, and seemed to have overheard something... and had also witnessed Lorraine torturing Oridon.
Marcus witnessed Oridon's head fall to the ground, and Lorraine swallowed his remaining soul, which was how he transformed the headless, armless corpse into a zombie.
Paladin Marcus was filled with terror and fear. In his memory, Lorraine was an ice mage... How could he have started feeding on human souls after only a few days! So evil, so cruel, so... so...
"You killed those thousands of undead in Ambermir? You converted them! Every undead you summoned was a living person... I never imagined you fed on the living! Heretic, evil spirit. The Holy Light cannot allow such an evil necromancer to exist, I must eliminate you in the name of justice! Mage."
Marcus forced himself to straighten his chest, silently chanting a spell while clenching his fists. His once magnificent armor and holy sword were no longer...
He had clearly been stripped bare by the bandits, leaving him only in a tattered, blood-stained shirt...
Even so, he still assumed a fighting stance, ready to personally confront the evil Lorraine.
Hearing Marcus's question, Lorraine was momentarily at a loss for words... Indeed, many had witnessed his undead servants, but no one had seen him transform an army of the undead. Each time, he had followed his teacher's instructions carefully, avoiding unnecessary summoning...
"They were indeed alive when they were alive... I didn't kill them myself... uh, no... I did kill them too... we were enemies to begin with..."
Lorraine wanted to explain to Mr. Marcus that he was different from the others.
Not only a benefactor, but also a rare person with whom one can have meaningful conversations.
This is a misunderstanding...
Not entirely, because Lorraine did indeed kill quite a few people with his own hands. Including his death minions, the battle at the lake alone claimed at least a thousand lives... The instinct of a necromancer is to kill; maintaining rationality and attacking with purpose and selectivity is already the bare minimum for the master and apprentice...
"You're still making excuses. Isn't there a single one of the Forsaken who retains humanity? Do you really want revenge on the living in this world? To watch your former kin turn into the same ghouls as you?"
“Oh, Mr. Marcus, that’s not right. Did you hear about this guy’s crimes just now?”
Lorraine felt that Marcus had misunderstood.
Or perhaps the underlying principles are flawed.
In the sixteen days since his resurrection, Lorraine has come to a profound understanding of the plight of the Forgotten.
Humans fear the dead...
The dead are no less afraid of humans, and becoming a normal person is almost impossible for them. Twisting and perverting in the darkness, your accusations and curses, besides venting your anger, are actually no different from those evil heroes who manipulate souls.
It's futile; it's just wishful thinking.
Under his teacher's guidance, Lorraine has approached the quality of a modern five-star citizen... His understanding of life and justice has long transcended appearances and outward appearances.
For example, the bandit leader Oridon, whom we just killed, was a so-called noble prince. He was handsome and lived a comfortable life. However, instead of taking on the responsibility of saving his people, he chose to become a bandit and oppress the weaker civilians.
If they rely on plunder to make a living, then according to their logic, it would be perfectly reasonable for them to kill him with their own hands.
Yes or no!
"Absurd, heretic. I always thought you were different, that you had a noble, upright, and kind soul. I never imagined you were also a filthy, evil, and treacherous beast!"
Marcus seemed to have descended into madness; his mental state was extremely unstable, whether due to his injuries or the aftereffects of the Shadow Mage's torture was unknown. He awoke just in time to overhear Oridon recount part of the secret and witness Lorraine's actions firsthand...
Having already experienced betrayal and fought almost alone, General Marcus, who had been traveling alone all the way, began to waver in his ideals for the first time.
"The undead are evil... A paladin's duty is to destroy evil and let the holy light descend... All heresy must be eradicated. Marcus, I'm waiting for you... There's a place for you here; if you have nowhere else to go, come find me..."
Suddenly, the words of Marshal Barry, the commander-in-chief of the Scarlet Crusade fleet, flashed into his mind after he rode away on a griffin.
Marcus brought Tyran and Fordring to Dalaran, and Lorraine already knew what happened afterward.
What he didn't know was the state of mind of Marcus, the benevolent veteran and messenger of light, who was facing betrayal from his comrades, had no one he could trust, and was deeply affected by the blows.
......
"Intrigue, intrigue. Damn politicians... false justice! Holy Light, have you heard my prayer? If you have, grant me redemption, and I will sweep away all evil..."
The paladin, covered in wounds, seemed to have finished his prayer.
Perhaps the cooldown for Lay on Hands has ended...
A halo like an angel's appeared above his head, and a beam of light suddenly appeared in the originally dark and gloomy prison cell. It shone on the messenger of light, Marcus, and his original wounds healed one by one. He was bathed in holy light, and a pair of wings forged of light spread out. Protected by holy light, Marcus took a step and rushed towards Lorraine.
Lorraine, who was still watching the spectacle and hadn't considered attacking Marcus, suddenly sensed something was wrong.
"They're coming for us... Holy crap! That idiot apprentice, still standing there like a fool..."
"Teacher, this is a misunderstanding. I...oh dear!"
Lorraine, struck by the Iron Fist of Light, was sent flying into a corner; the force would have knocked an ordinary person unconscious. He was alright, though; his body was still relatively strong...
According to the teacher, it means having thicker skin and more health; after finding the eye, all sorts of attributes increased.
......
When the master is attacked, the two puppets automatically retaliate.
Two syndicate bandits, armed with knives, attacked Marcus. If he were just an ordinary puppet, he would at most be like the two assassins he had encountered in Lorraine before.
However, the vengeful spirit puppet that was forcibly possessed by his intermediate-level vengeful spirit was different...
Even after receiving Holy Healing, Marcus, without his armor and holy sword, couldn't withstand the attacks of the Wraith Guardians with his bare hands. He tried activating protective magic to disarm one of the guards...
Disarmed! Unsuccessful!
Parry, failed...
Military boxing, uppercut, sweeping leg, groin kick!
The battle-hardened veteran, skilled in martial arts, tried to take down his opponent even without a weapon.
But he discovered that, whether it was due to his unhealed injuries or the influence of negative magic, and without weapons and equipment, the two soulless puppets opposite him felt no pain.
Even as he forcefully dislocated one of the men's arms and struggled to pull away the bandit's knife.
The puppet's hand was twisted into a pretzel, but it quickly twisted it back at an inhuman angle, completely disregarding the broken bones inside... It seemed that its body was controlled by a mysterious force, and it had long since lost the ability to feel pain, yet its strength was astonishing.
Marcus failed to disarm the knife and was unable to dodge in time, instead taking two blows himself.
He quickly moved aside, dodging the attacks of the two vengeful spirit puppets.
However, the cramped underground prison space was extremely limited, and there was nothing in the dimly lit haystacks... The powerful paladin could only try to summon the Holy Light again, try to extract the last bit of magic power in his body, and use Holy Light spells to attack.
Marcus looked at the eerie light in the eyes of the two puppets, and he seemed to have realized something.
Upon closer inspection, the two Syndicate puppets emanating black smoke were indeed formidable and no longer human. The vengeful spirits' obsession was to kill the living, and they had an innate aversion to paladins who wielded holy light magic.
The puppets instinctively protect their masters. Lorraine used a vengeful spirit to possess a living person's body for the first time, and she never expected it to be so powerful.
It was almost as powerful as his Death Knight.
Even more flexible, more covert...
He'd been struck by the hammer of punishment and kicked away, and groggily got to his feet, wondering why Marcus hadn't come to continue hammering him. Looking up, he saw Marcus about to be cleaved in two by two vengeful puppets...
"stop!"
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