nashuaworldcup Chapter 232 Just in time
Chapter 232 Just in time
As a commander, Yuvel would not show weakness...
His eyes didn't show the panic he appeared to have; in fact, there seemed to be a hint of excitement... As he faced an ever-growing horde of undead, the bald master was still searching for the Plaguebringer Lorraine.
The dead generally look the same; after death, most are indistinguishable, just a skeleton...
However, upon closer inspection, there are still significant differences.
Besides differences in bone structure, height, size, flatness, and unevenness are all considered differences.
Yuville looked around but couldn't find Lorraine; his plan to capture the leader first had failed...
However, he still noticed some clues.
In the sea of the dead, the towering skeleton warriors are naturally far superior to the thin, hunched skeleton minions. And the skeleton knights, riding skeletons, wielding swords, and clad in armor, are a level above the large skeleton warriors...
The horde of undead was spearheaded by resurrected Syndicate zombies and the remains of some Scarlet Warriors... the main force of the undead tide consisted of skeleton knights... They surrounded several black-armored death knights, clearly driven by those uniquely styled death knights...
Yuvel roughly counted that each of the eleven Death Knights led about a hundred skeleton cavalrymen as their rearguard, while those charging in front of them were mainly mindless skeletons and zombies that had resurrected on the spot.
"Come on, more, more... create more carnage and bloodshed... preferably charge straight to Hillsbrad, charge into Arathi Basin, break through the dwarves' defenses..."
As long as the legendary Bone Dragon or Frost Dragon does not appear, Yuvel is confident that he can protect himself.
For those who become archmages, mastering the art of teleportation is a traditional skill. Of course, only elites with knowledge of arcane and spatial magic can truly create legendary portals that traverse greater distances and time. It is said that only the archmage Medivh, who wielded the power of the Titans, could establish such portals...
Some so-called "teleportation" abilities of mages are actually just short-distance movement achieved by utilizing spatial rifts...
Just as most ordinary mages' Blink spell has a range of only 8 yards... some legendary mages, however, can Blink at will, appearing in all sorts of tricky locations, both above and below ground... even traveling to other dimensions and the river of time, such as Medivh, the Three-Eyed Blood Raven Prophet...
Medivh is now a legendary, deceased guardian...
The Kirin Tor mages are all striving to reach that level.
Master Yuvel is truly talented... His Mediterranean hairstyle proves he's a brilliant mind... Previously worried about the lack of excuses and evidence to support human revenge, this resurrected army of undead now provides the Lordaeron Salvation Front with the perfect reason to launch an attack.
Yuvel silently estimated that if the thousand-strong skeleton army broke through their defenses by the lake...
Within three days, another tide of undead will rise in Hillsbrad Foothills...
Heading south, the hillsides still hold many surviving farms and shelters of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, housing numerous human civilians... Continue towards Southshore, cross the river, head towards Durnholm Keep, and cross the Wall of Thoradin...
Once the undead army wipes out the dwarven patrols stationed near the coast, humanity's living space will be completely severed, and the last legacy of the Old Alliance of Lordaeron will cease to exist...
The battlefield of Arathi Basin is the last battlefield for the humans in Refuge Valley. If Stormwind doesn't provide crucial support, the loss of Arathi Highlands, the original site of the Arathor Empire, is inevitable...
"No matter what, even if we die, our mission will be accomplished!"
Yuvel silently gave instructions to the few Kirin Tor elite battle mages who remained behind. The remaining battle mages nodded firmly, ready to sacrifice themselves for the organization.
Their absolute trust in Master Yuvel allowed them to attack any enemy... even so-called allies and civilians.
"Tyran & Fordring cannot die... the rest of you don't need to worry about..."
With that final command, Yuvel turned and grabbed Taylor, who was clinging to his leg, giving Taylor a look of disgust. He chanted an obscure incantation, channeling magical power into Taylor's body through his hands.
Taylor thought that Master Yuvel had agreed to his request.
He forced a smile, crying and laughing at the same time, his face contorted...
The next second, two powerful arcane energies disintegrated his lower body, and Taylor watched in horror as half of his body suddenly vanished. His hands, feet, and torso turned into specks of light and blood mist, slowly drifting away. He stared at Master Yuvel in disbelief, feeling no pain.
He couldn't utter a sound; only his originally distorted, pale face remained, showing despair and terror.
Yuvel released a burst of energy that enveloped his head...
His head appeared to be frozen in ice, but it was actually enveloped in a ball of purple arcane energy...
“Your head is more useful than yourself, Taylor. On behalf of the Silver Covenant, the Arcane Council, and the Kirin Tor Human Development Alliance, I thank you for your sacrifice. With your head, those blood elves in the Kirin Tor Council will shut up... I will remember your sacrifice. Master Joseph will also be honored by you..."
After speaking, Yuvel's figure slowly disappeared...
The teleportation spell took effect, and the four battle mages finished their incantations, sending their leader away...
Also vanished was Highlord Tyrande & Fordring, who was battling the undead. His once beautiful golden hair was now stained with blood, and his servants and guards fell one after another...
He realized that he might not have a chance to return to Hearthglen today...
General Marcus, who had saved him last time, took away the spy they wanted to capture... none other than Miss Erin, who had caused the deaths of many Scarlet Warriors and Dalaran mages. Tyranne had refrained from exposing Erin's spy status on Dalaran's territory, partly because Marcus had stopped him from speaking out, saying it was Dalaran's land. The Kirin Tor had its own laws, and Erin was already under the control of Yuviel's enforcement team... there was no need to say anything more.
The ensuing chaos prevented Tyran from noticing Eileen, the Forsaken's mole.
However, once they were summoned by Yuvel, Eileen's true identity could no longer be concealed...
Marcus didn't have to expose himself; he could have escaped on his own.
But to prevent Erin from being burned at the stake by the fanatical Scarlet Crusade and the Holy Light Bishops, Marcus stepped forward and fought them all alone. Initially, when he encountered Yuvel's mage enforcement team, Marcus thought Dalaran would uphold justice.
Unexpectedly, the real mastermind turned out to be Master Yuvel...
Caught in a pincer attack and severely wounded, Marcus could only break through the encirclement by activating Holy Light's protection, unable to save more people... because he almost heard the call of the Holy Light. Had he not activated Holy Healing... Marcus might already be asleep, and the legend of the Ambassador of Benevolence would never have come to pass...
Taelan was prepared to perish alongside the undead, believing this to be the Holy Light's punishment for his evil deeds...
He was also injured, and just as he was about to close his eyes, a pair of hands reached out from behind and grabbed him, pulling him into a strange membrane... As the battle mage's spell ended, Master Yuvel and Tyrande & Fordring, members of the executioner team, vanished...
Only a few dozen Scarlet Knights and Syndicate bandits remained, along with the dwarven musketeers borrowed by Yuvel. They had run out of ammunition and could only wield hand axes to fight against towering skeletons several heads taller than themselves.
Some griffin riders tried to rescue more of their companions, but each time they approached, they were attacked by death knights. Some death knights were able to shoot spears, but they also unleashed terrifying skulls...
A green skull, its body stained with hellfire, emitted a terrifying, grotesque laugh, and something unknown lurked inside its trembling, bony jaw.
The griffin rider who was hit fell to the ground and was torn to pieces by the horde of undead that pounced on him.
The remaining dwarven griffon riders could only raise their stances and watch helplessly as their comrades fell in battle. Their curses were few; they only complained that their commander had said this was an easy task, never imagining that war could be anything but easy...
Taylor is dead...
Only his head remained, which was taken away by Yuvel, along with the young Scarlet Highlord Tyrande & Fordring.
Apart from a few Kirin Tor battle mages who remained behind, the Alliance regular army's dwarven musketeers, and some Scarlet Knights who were ready to die, the only ones still shouting and cursing were the remaining Syndicate 'Duke' and that group of ornately dressed Holy Light charlatans.
"Yuvel! You damn liar... We're not taking this job... You get the hell out here..."
"Despicable Kirin Tor mages! The Holy Light will not forgive you, the judgment of the Holy Light will descend and punish you... Uviel, Dalaran, the Kirin Tor! We curse you..."
The Holy Light Bishop, lying in the mud, roared in despair, but his body was soon swallowed by the hooves of the skeletal warhorse...