strictlysupreme Chapter 572 Supreme Demonic Eye
Chapter 572 Supreme Demonic Eye
Being hunted by a master shadow assassin who appears and disappears like a ghost is both an unparalleled honor and a terrifying experience...
Being chased by a crazed female orc was more of a visual thrill and a source of anxiety... Lorraine and Lilith watched as she wielded three blades: a dagger, a short sword, and a long saber...
Lorraine and Lilith couldn't tell which was Kingslayer, which was Emperor's Fall, and which was Flash...
Or perhaps neither. The assassin's weapon is like an extension of their arm, a shadow following their every move. With each strike, the assassin lowers their body, drawing a dagger at close range and counter-attacking with a blade from a distance, using both sides... Against the weak, they slash with a longsword; against the strong, they coil and strike at joints with a silver snake... Agile and unpredictable... Every move is deadly, using the opponent's force against them, aiming straight for the heart, lungs, and throat...
The berserk orc assassins seemed to still have their killing instincts. One by one, Lorraine's henchmen fell. The only one who was still able to move was a burning skull, its jaw agape helplessly, yearning to shield its master Lorraine from the powerful enemy.
Unfortunately, these remnant souls and flame bones, raised by ordinary laborers and tragic skeletons, were no match for the old men who were on their deathbeds in terms of actual combat strength. They should not have stood up to bluff.
Under the female orc's relentless onslaught, they fell once more, and Lorraine could almost hear the cries of vengeful spirits echoing in his ears...
Even if someone is pulled up to shield you from a knife after you've died, and you're dead beyond dead, your soul will still not find peace.
They flew back to the right eye prison in Lorraine, awaiting their master's next summons. If they could survive in the necromancer's prison and avoid being devoured by high-level vengeful spirits in the cruel trials of ghosts, there was a real possibility that they might fly out of the rune's right eye to fight again.
At one point, Lorraine seemed to gain a new understanding of her mission.
Perhaps I'm not just clinging to life, persisting, and searching, because of my own weak heartbeat and lingering resentment...
I want to take action to change the fate of the weak.
The fate of the weak is already sealed, so let's not be weak!
This belief was so strong, but when burning bones flew everywhere and the Goddess of Slaughter Garona approached, Lorraine realized that power never lies.
.......
Being able to do ten push-ups is better than someone who can't even do one pull-up; being fast means you're more likely to survive in the harsh wilderness than someone who's slow...
This is an undeniable fact; if you don't take precautions, no amount of determination will be of any use. Ideally, making a firm decision is the prerequisite, but immediate action, coupled with strategic thinking and problem-solving, is key to changing the situation and moving away from disadvantages—this is crucial for victory and survival.
Otherwise, they would end up like those burning skeletons and orc refugees fleeing for help.
......
Even those who bravely resist oppression, foolishly using their fists to fight against fully armed warriors, end up with nothing but empty passion, becoming tools for the oppressor to establish their authority, and being ridiculed as reckless fools by evil and despicable liars...
Use your wits and intelligence. If you can't compete with strength, compete with intelligence. If you can't compete with intelligence, step out of other people's territory. If you still can't compete with other people's territory, then keep a low profile, avoid and lie low... Admitting defeat and playing dumb are also options.
Even tigers sometimes doze off, and sometimes they overeat. The survival strategy of the weak is to avoid suicidal attacks, instead finding ways to strengthen their shells, seeking a hammer or leveraging existing strength. Ultimately, they either deliver a fatal blow, shattering the rock completely, or they wait for the day they emerge from the egg, avoiding dangerous situations...
The teacher's nonsense and wise words began to pop up from time to time, confusing Lorraine and making her somewhat anxious. She could only grit her teeth and fight back.
Accept the facts; there's no escaping it. The exit lies in Garona's direction!
We must find a way to get back or fight our way through.
......
The plague seed has been temporarily suppressed by Venerable White Bull, but not completely. Even in this critical moment, Lorraine still experiences these strange thoughts... his mind is in turmoil, like a chick caught in a hawk's attack, desperately trying to spread its tiny wings and feign strength, attempting a counterattack...
While his mind went blank, his courage was commendable.
In reality, it is a desperate struggle, a panicked instinct, the chick trying to fight back against the eagle.
The taste of weakness is so bitter, yet the stark reality proves: the opponent is indeed a legendary assassin from the formidable Shadow Council. Lorraine, while not exactly a defenseless mage apprentice, is in a situation similar to an ordinary person encountering a strong bandit...
If we evaluate it by level, even considering cheating methods, Lorraine is just a rare Silver Elite monster close to level 50, possessing a great treasure.
The opposing Garona is a renowned assassin in history, the chief assassin of the Shadow Council who assassinated King Lionheart. She's at least a max-level elite; even if she's not a skeleton-level boss with a million HP, she's still a founding figure of the rogue class...
Even within the legendary Ravenholdt Manor, the headquarters of the Assassin's Guild, Garona is listed among the top assassins, a testament to her legendary status...
How will the novice necromancer Lorraine deal with such a powerful enemy?
......
Or should we just kneel down and admit defeat?
This is the lowest-cost tactic; it may seem shameful, but it's actually the least costly and most courageous move. Those who surrender are handing over their lives; what appears to be temporary peace is in reality lambs to the slaughter, essentially already dead.
......
"Plague Messenger, what's wrong with you again? You're spacing out again... What time is it... Think of something... My magical attacks can't hurt her... It's up to you, great Queen Warrior!"
"You...didn't you say you weren't afraid? I've already been trying to figure something out. Bombs and guns are useless; she's too fast. Nets and glue can't stop her..."
......
"Yeah, invulnerable to swords and spears, and even sheer numbers don't work... Your men are like a motley crew. I remember you had something even stronger, like the headless horseman who could ride a horse and fly into the sky last time..."
"Really? Hmm, yeah, I've already lost three Death Commanders! It's time to replenish them..."
.......
Lilith's reminder brought Lorraine's memories back to her own Death Legion.
The twelve Death Commanders are each capable of fighting a hundred men single-handedly. The Guardian Legion that they kill and resurrect is an indestructible force. As long as the Death Commanders live, this undead legion is as powerful as its name suggests.
During the battle at the lake, Lorraine lost his composure due to carelessness and was bombarded by the dwarven cannons, forcing him to retreat into Lake Lordamere. He made a difficult retreat and has been holding his breath ever since.
What happened afterward, after many twists and turns, Lorraine's previously smooth sailing situation became increasingly fraught with difficulties due to the loss of her subordinates and the weakness of her teacher. She was constantly being led by the nose, shrouded in mystery.
Lilith's words were a wake-up call. She was wary of the power of the necromancer runes, afraid that the Eye of Ice might attract the attention of the Great Lich, and that she was pretending and keeping a low profile, not making good use of the treasures she possessed, ignoring her teacher's advice, and acting recklessly to prove something.
That's like tying your own hands and covering your own eyes. You have the weapon in your hand, but you still have to take off your pants and fart. It's incredibly stupid for a mage to engage in close combat!
......
Put aside your pride and arrogance, break free from all constraints, and face your enemies. Nothing is impossible; for survival, everything else is insignificant... If you can't even cast spells with your staff, what use is a magnificent, jewel-encrusted staff?
"Little sister, I'll show you what I'm really capable of... Haven't you always wanted to know my true abilities? Well then, come and see..."
.......
"Who's your sister? My brother's name is Tagore... I'm your older sister, call me Sister Lilith..."
"Hey, hey, hey. It's all the same, dust to dust, ashes to ashes. Desert, raise your sands and block out the sun's rays..."
Lorraine clutched his chest, pretending to chant. Lilith found the incantation familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere recently... Lorraine summoned necromancy runes, this time without much hesitation.
He no longer cared about the great lich Kel'Thuzad, Lady Aegwynn's instructions, Master Merlin's reminders, his teacher's expectations, or his adoptive father's temptations. He was completely oblivious to the whispers of the unknown demon Barbaras hidden within the plague seed that could tempt him at any moment.
Lorraine used all her strength to open her long-suppressed intermediate rune right eye...
From a whirlwind of ghostly figures, three skeletal warhorses, engulfed in hellfire, slowly emerged...
That's right, it slowly... burst out.
The Supreme Ring, long dormant in Lorraine, gleamed with a polished light, its demonic eye opening atop the icy peaks across the ocean... Even the wounded and slumbering High Lich Kel'Thuzad, within his icy coffin, abruptly opened his eyes, sitting up in surprise... sensing a massive surge of necromantic power being released from the direction of the endless sea of Kalimdor, a power comparable to that of his master, the Lich King...