strictlysupreme Chapter 234 Day 5
Chapter 234 Day 5
First time meeting my godfather...
That was on the edge of Deathstroke, deep in Tirisfal Glades, near the Crusader recruits' outpost. Little Lorraine had been felled by the Scarlet Crusade recruits and was on the verge of death.
The teacher inside him involuntarily separated from Lorraine, and when he looked up, he saw that the sky had changed color.
The unknown exists everywhere, and a promise was made in the teacher's mind... If Roland helps his apprentice, Little Roland, find parts of his body, his adoptive father will reward him, and might even allow him to return to his original world...
The price is taking over the disciple's body.
The adoptive father claims to be the destroyer of all realms... the supreme will of death.
Possessing the ability to manipulate souls... surpassing even the so-called Noahs, Wild Gods, or High Gods. Even Bwonsamdi, the god of death worshipped by the Zandalari troll empire and the ruler of souls... was not something my adoptive father took seriously.
It's as if my godfather is invincible?
However, after only encountering the werewolf's offspring at Silverfang Castle, the adoptive father seemed to have taken the headless knight he had summoned and gone far away.
Upon arriving in Dalaran, they vanished without a trace, leaving the master and apprentice bewildered and without any clues to find the next part of their bodies.
But then suddenly...
Teacher Rolin felt that his adoptive father, who claimed to be the supreme destroyer of all realms and whose omnipresent will to die seemed to have an enemy he feared... or perhaps he was avoiding or wary of someone.
He once said that the Forsaken had a true master...
Perhaps it's one of the firstborn in the Shadowlands, or a more powerful Void Lord in the Voidlands? Or perhaps it's one of the Titan Souls who survive by hiding in the stars?
Teacher Rowling was somewhat curious about, yet also unfamiliar with, the complex later developments in Warcraft, and overall not very interested... It felt like most of it was just a boring history of famous heroes falling, turning evil, and then being redeemed...
Unknown areas are appearing one by one...
Mostly homogeneous...
Otherwise, things would be completely different.
Now that he's middle-aged, he's lost interest in researching anything further... He just wants to fulfill his dream from back then and rediscover that feeling of being moved.
Experience various adventures and battles...
To achieve true success and friendship.
Write a heroic saga, regardless of his identity or profession, preferably as his favorite necromancer...
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Unlike his local apprentice, Lorraine, he has recently been experiencing the joy and excitement of growing into a legend of the Forsaken, and the preciousness of the honors gained through desperate battles!
The Plaguebringer is respected, confident, and powerful; fighting alongside his comrades feels wonderful...
The apprentice, Lorraine, became increasingly curious about the different landscapes around Azeroth.
The world beyond the mortal realm is truly wondrous; beyond its mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas teem with diverse races and dangerous, terrifying evil gods and demons. The magic wielded by mages isn't limited to fire; ice...
There are even more profound and mysterious energies that allow mages to fly into the sky, traverse worlds, and cross galaxies...
Challenge dragons, demons, and death...
The fantastical verses spoken by these bards were actually true...
Lorraine is now very interested in his adoptive father, and he even has an urge to defeat him. He once swore that he would never let himself and his teacher be manipulated by others... He is silently studying and waiting for his opportunity, striving to become the Archmage he aspires to be, the man who will challenge the supreme being...
On this point, the master and apprentice seemed to be of one mind...
Both of them sensed that their godfather's appearance meant their next goal was imminent, and new challenges and limitations were on the horizon... but the new rewards were equally enticing...
It's now the fifteenth day...
"Who is praising me... If the offerings are sufficient, I will grant your wish... If not, then offer yourself to death!"
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"Huh? It's the two of you... You're still alive?"
“Strange… I thought you had failed… What is this? I clearly deprived you of the right to resurrection… Foolish, falsely merciful, fragile soul from the other world… Why are you still here?”
"No, that mad dog Goldrinn chased me... drove me out of Elune's territory... those useless Shadowlands... caused so much trouble, why is it all my fault for fooling the Eternals... when they were the ones who were stupid... there's a bug in the programming! The Titans aren't exactly premium products either... sigh, why am I telling you mortals all this?"
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"Yes! The game continues..."
The master and apprentice waited quietly for their adoptive father's arrival. They soon discovered that in the gray world, a massive vortex had formed in the sky above them... A dense aura of death spread from the vortex, almost materializing into clouds of ghostly energy, which churned and spun...
Soon the master and apprentice heard their godfather's voice.
He seemed to have been woken up from his sleep, and opened his eyes impatiently.
What Lorraine could see was that the sky above him had opened a giant eye through the dark clouds where souls had coalesced...
His eyes were fixed downwards on the master and his apprentice...
Strange words pierced their minds and echoed in their hearts at the same time... They just didn't know whether the "you" their adoptive father was referring to was their teacher, Luo Lin, or their disciple, Luo Lin.
The eye on their heads saw through Lorraine and her apprentice, revealing all their doubts.
"Indeed, the merging of the Eye of Light and the Eye of Shadow has happened countless times in the past, each time bringing joy to the Holy Light and jubilation to the Shadows... rarely does it bring happiness to both sides... You've done very well. You completed the first task... even past the time limit, it should have vanished into thin air... but it's still intact... How did you manage that? Let me take a closer look..."
The enormous eye slowly closed, and in its original position, it reversed, turning from a horizontal eye into a vertical one.
A dazzling beam of light shone from the vertical eye...
Lorraine's body was immobilized; her struggles were futile...
“至尊一戒...魔戒！幸运+1...命中+1...拾取+1...爆率+1...精准+1..这...1就是100%！这特么是BUG！我来给你改回来，只能增加0.01%！”
"Tidal Amulet... Absolute stun, forced stun? Group stun... That won't do... Increased cooldown and recharge time, must be near the sea to recharge!"
"Necromantic runes... growth type... geometric expansion... this doesn't make sense either. At its highest level, wouldn't it be able to instantly summon millions of undead? Weakening it a bit is necessary to avoid revealing it's mine... this can't be changed too much... this is a keepsake I'm giving you... I've always been by your side... remember, you from the other world, I am your adoptive father..."
"The Will of the Undead... Oh, the fourth awakening... Not bad, it seems your growth potential is actually better than most of the millions of seeds I've chosen..."
"Haha, I found it... It was hidden in the Hearthstone after all! Holy Light Naaru, you actually released your energy infusion into the mortals of Azeroth so early on! I was wondering why there was a Church of the Holy Light on this planet, but I'd never seen any Naaru. Turns out you were secretly hiding in the Hearthstone... Hmph, these guys are all hypocrites, they actually acted before me... They say I overstepped my bounds, but it was you who secretly supported your followers. It's only right that I let death spread here today. It's you who broke the rules... This world will be mine sooner or later... Elune, you've enjoyed the faith alone for too long..."
The light in his eyes faded, and Lorraine listened to his so-called godfather muttering incessantly.
The master and apprentice seemed to have heard something terrifying, yet they also seemed unable to understand it...
It's not entirely clear, at least not.
This time, with his adoptive father's return, the feeling of being manipulated and controlled was truly unpleasant... The plague messenger necromancer Lorraine was helpless... He could only secretly exert his strength, attempting to break free from the scrutiny of the Will of Death, the Destroyer of All Realms.
"Oh, I almost forgot. Kids, your second part is in central Kalimdor! Or you could go to Stratholme in the North... or Blade's Edge Mountains in Outland... whatever you choose. Very good, lads, you're the only one of the promising talents I picked out this time to succeed... It's been a long time since I've seen any living being in Azeroth with these eyes..."
His eyes blinked, as if an invisible face was emitting a look of pleasure.
"This time, your reward is to find one part within 15 days. I will not urge you to accept punishment for now... You are given complete freedom. However, if there is still no progress within a month, the new punishment will only be more severe than before..."
"Rat tail juice..."