webnovelfull Chapter 614 Steel and Beast
Chapter 614 Steel and Beast
Lorraine teleported to the ground, landing smoothly without any panic.
Perhaps it was due to his extensive combat experience, or perhaps he had already encountered even more formidable opponents in the Raging Flame Rift, but the old village chief's charged attack was indeed astonishingly powerful... Upon closer inspection, his hunched body was surprisingly muscular, with lines sculpted like those of a bodybuilding champion...
It just had four limbs digging into the ground and a deformed head, making it look like a black panther.
The teeth are like those of a saber-toothed tiger; is it a case of atavism?
In the blink of an eye, he leaped high into the air, and his opponent rolled away before attacking again, determined to fight to the death!
The old man was buying time for his villagers to escape. Lorraine felt a surge of adrenaline, and clearly sensed the other man's life force rapidly draining away...
This is the Blood-Burning Technique; the teacher said it's called a final burst of energy before death, a desperate act of desperation...
However, in the face of absolute supernatural power, even beast-like speed and strength are no match.
The black phantom pounced on Lorraine fast enough, much faster than Lorraine's skeleton beast. A black lightning bolt... Lorraine's Blink was on cooldown, and its magic power had not yet subsided. If it were before, it would have taken a claw attack and wasted a bone shield or other treasure.
This time, it was all done casually...
Growing increasingly indifferent to life, the cold-blooded necromancer's resolve shifted, and a black, mountain-like body of steel teleported before him, its flesh shield and armor standing there, unshakeable.
A deafening crash echoed as Azaran, mounted on his horse, teleported to his rescue. This time, he wasn't thrown back; his black spear was embedded in the ground, and black flames spewed from the nostrils of his skeletal warhorse...
The village chief's second attack was thwarted.
This time, no one was knocked away. Lorraine didn't even make a move. The Death Knight commander in front of him coldly watched the guy who attacked his master.
A humanoid creature, on all fours, baring its teeth, a beast-like troll hunter, was being choked by a death knight with one hand, helplessly having its neck torn and bitten. The death knight, with its satyr demonic appearance, felt no pain; with just a slight exertion, the feeling of suffocation gradually drained the poor old troll village chief of his strength...
Some powers are not simply manifested in the physical body...
A humanoid knight in black armor, transformed from a high-level vengeful spirit formed by fusing hellfire, shadow flames, blood and fire, the body of a satyr demon, lava and mineral debris, and countless wronged souls... Its body was originally a fused demonic iron as strong as an alloy...
Even if the old village chief destroys the Death Knight's body, it's just like breaking an eggshell...
What makes Death Knights special is that the souls extracted by the Lord of Death can be placed into new bodies... The birth of the first Blood Knight and his countless rebirths are all due to this ability to change bodies...
Their souls are actually like those of liches; as long as the souls within their soul caskets remain, they can be reborn multiple times...
In other words, flesh and blood are inherently fragile in the face of steel golems...
Before the seemingly inhuman death knights under Lorraine's command, the troll village's resistance was futile; only death awaited them... The benevolent Lord of Death even considered it all just a game...
He thought he had acted out of kindness and forgiven the offender's transgression...
Little did they know that even just standing there, the undead army had already brought chaos and destruction.
The troll village, peaceful for countless years, is gone...
Perhaps, when the goblins of the underground city set their sights on treasure, the fate of these dark trolls, the last of the banished tribes, was sealed.
Can peace be obtained by simply avoiding it?
The answer is obviously ridiculous...
It takes two to tango, but if someone slaps you in the face, do you hear the sound and feel the pain?
Did you go to meet them yourself?
The victim-blaming argument certainly holds true; not resisting is a sin, the greatest sin of incompetence against oneself and one's family... Weakness is a sin, and bullies and robbers will judge you, condemn you, and record your actions...
May you and your nation, your country, be nailed to the pillar of shame day and night, forever, for them to ridicule, to play with, and to mock...
Pointing to the remains of the losers, he said, "Look, these are the bones of a scoundrel..."
War and peace have always been intertwined; war comes first, then peace.
Only when justice prevails over force can there be peace and mercy. When force prevails over justice, that so-called justice is nothing but dog shit and a banner that exists in name only.
In Lorraine's view, the trolls' unprovoked charge was utterly impolite...
The villagers of Troll Village have suffered greatly at the hands of outsiders. They mistakenly believe Lorraine's group to be deadly reapers, and in reality, they truly are...
Lorraine said she wanted to borrow...
As the village chief lay dying, having clearly understood the evil necromancer's intentions, tears welled up in his despairing eyes. It was unclear whether he was crying, laughing, or simply finding it absurd...
"The prophecy deceived me... Divination is unreliable..."
The old village chief collapsed in front of Lorraine, choking back tears as he uttered his last words. Lorraine tried to help the impetuous old man up... but he died on the spot.
A wisp of smoke, still shrouded in resentment, was caught in Lorraine's grip...
The old village chief's vengeful spirit was peculiar; it was a black panther... The little black panther slowly opened its eyes in Lorraine's palm, seemingly reborn... This surprised Lorraine... It remained calm, intuitively sensing that the old village chief seemed to hold many secrets.
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"Alan, look at you, you acted impulsively... and now look what's happened. I just wanted to ask the old man if we could pass, and you... you got the village chief killed. Now who can I talk to..."
"Master, I... cannot allow this filthy beast to defile your sacred body..."
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“Yes, Master, Godos has warned the trolls that they are foolishly attacking us, which is a death sentence.”
"Those enemies who dare to defile their master deserve only destruction; the master's mercy is like the sun, and they should bow down in praise immediately..."
"Your pets are beyond our control; the main cause of the damage was your skeleton beasts... The three of us were just protecting you... And you didn't say you were going to let them go? They attacked first; this is blasphemy!"
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"Alright, are there any survivors?"
"A few of them are injured and can't escape, but the rest have run away... Should we go and bring them back?"
"Your subordinate dares to suggest that we should not reveal our whereabouts. If you wish for a smooth journey ahead, you should not leave any survivors... They can also expand your retinue."
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Azalan's wicked eyes betrayed a sincere advice to Lorraine to eliminate the threat completely...
Upon hearing this, Lorraine instinctively shook her head, and the others could only remain silent...
Head bowed, awaiting orders...
These three, if we were to assess their true nature, would be absolute paragons of evil death knights... pure embodiments of negative energy, true dark knights...
The loyalty they displayed was rather exaggerated, which gave Lorraine a somewhat awkward feeling.
Lorraine could sense that her three younger brothers longed for a soul.
His three underlings were praising him, and he felt like the godfather of a cult... This is not good!
The three underlings were already very restrained, and Lorraine was well aware of the situation.
The troll village posed virtually no threat; the pandaren's earlier warnings seemed somewhat alarmist, or perhaps those three underlings were indeed too powerful. The old village chief's fatal blow, delivered in his beast-like reversion, was merely a tickle; he was even caught by a single hand gripping his throat, and died completely as his life force vanished...
They overcame some of the weaknesses of their predecessors, and their bodies are more complex, like enhanced magic iron robots...
The previous Blood Knights were easily blasted apart by the Dwarven Cannons, and Lorraine felt that these three special breeds were advanced and improved versions.
Not only does it possess exceptional intelligence and spirituality...
Their physical strength, magical power, and special abilities are also incomparable to those of the original Death Knights...
Is this a reward and support from my godfather?
Am I really their owner?
If the younger brother is stronger than the master, then how can the master control the younger brother? By brainwashing?
Despite having three powerful assistants, Lorraine was filled with unease. The power bestowed upon him could, of course, be easily taken back... In comparison, Lorraine would much rather have three slightly foolish and weak subordinates.
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The battle came to an abrupt end; there was no desperate counterattack as expected, and the situation devolved into a stalemate.
This left Lorraine a little disappointed...
It hasn't even really fought yet; there's not a single one who can fight. This troll village is basically just a bunch of ordinary civilians who can't even kill a chicken. Anyone who can get pleasure from dealing with farmers wielding pitchforks must be a real villain.
Lorraine originally only wanted to teach the offender a lesson, but she didn't expect it to bring destruction to the troll village.
Let's not talk about the dead troll warriors; they won't go to waste anyway.
Those who survived, their eyes filled with hatred and fear, fled in all directions, numbering at least dozens or hundreds, including men, women, the young, and the old... When existence finally collapsed, most of them ran away...
Only a dozen or so wounded and unable to run could only watch helplessly as their beloved village chief fell... They peeked furtively at their village's enemy... as if trying to remember Lorraine and his gang.
The troll village seemed to have been flattened by Lorraine who happened to be passing by...
Wherever the army of the dead goes, it brings death...
"Wait a minute, I'm not some big bad guy..."
Looking at the mess on the ground, Lorraine couldn't help but slap his forehead... Could this count as making an enemy of the trolls? Old Chen's warning was not to use force indiscriminately? Testing me...
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