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Chapter 571 Day 28

The teacher's injury was something that even the elusive White Bull Venerable and the Soul Walker couldn't resolve.

This demonstrates the power of the adoptive father; the old toy is destined to complete the initially accepted, quirky Lego journey... The teacher never fully explained everything, and there was even a suspicion of deception.

One thing is certain: in gratitude to Lorraine, the white bull temporarily suppressed the plague seed in Lorraine.

He didn't seem to feel anything special, just a little more awake. There was a sense of lightening in his body, and his mind was no longer filled with strange, irrelevant thoughts.

Focus on getting out of here.

......

Emerald Dream?

The ancestral lands of Thunder Bluff...

That was one of Lorraine's goals all along.

Before, everything was a mystery, but now it's clear that the second part of the teacher's story is the key to saving him. It's most likely somewhere in the barren land, on that mountain covered with giant thorns. It's either at the top of the mountain, or at the bottom, or maybe even the heart of the mountain is hidden inside the mountain.

Lorraine retrieved the Heart of Flame. The pulsating heart of flame obtained from the lava behemoth's body has been confirmed to be not what the master and apprentice were looking for.

However, judging from Garona's tense and warning intentions, Lorraine was certain that this was an important treasure.

There's no known use for it yet...

It might be valuable; it could be some kind of important material.

The teacher once said that many seemingly insignificant things have special uses, and if you know their value, you can make money... or even help yourself obtain treasures. Even if the Heart of Flame is nothing special, the fire elemental power it contains is something Lorraine could see even if he were blind.

Putting the items into my bag was a natural thing to do.

However, an assassin is relentlessly pursuing them...

That would be a losing proposition, wouldn't it?

Let's throw away the Heart of Flame.

Give it back to that female orc...

The other party was relentless, saying that anyone who had seen her was going to die. From what that guy Godos said, Lorraine seemed to have learned that the female orc was probably a member of the Burning Blade Clan, or a related orc, whose unique appearance was clearly different from that of ordinary orcs.

Lorraine had seen real female orcs, and their appearances were far from flattering; few were particularly beautiful.

Even Lilith, the zombie bride, was a great beauty in the eyes of the orcs. In fact, Lilith was considered to have normal features among the undead, which was much better than some banshees who were missing arms or legs, or even chinless, with distorted features or just skin and bones.

If we're really talking about beauty...

Blood elves and human women are prettier...

Of course, I'm specifically referring to the fair-skinned, rosy-cheeked, and magically powerful Blood Elf Archmage Terra, as well as my junior sister, the current Saintess of the Church of the Forgotten Shadows, Irene, and the Kul Tiras princess I've met, the blonde, big-breasted wolf quasi-chairperson Jaina, who is truly quite beautiful.

Apart from Eileen, who seems to be relatively weak, the rest of these individuals are capable of crushing Lorraine.

Lorraine chose to stay away from these women; as long as they didn't get close to him... he wouldn't mess with them. Of course, "get close to him" might not be a nice thing; if they did, they'd be after his skinny self...

Lilith, on the other hand, is a zombie bride with two little whips tied around her neck. She always regards Lorraine as a hero. Although she doesn't say it, Lorraine can feel Lilith's dependence and closeness to her.

Lorraine the Immaculate deeply respects pure friendship...

Although the words friendship and purity should be separate, linking them together is an insult and a desecration of both.

The teacher said that with Lilith by his side, Lorraine always felt somewhat cumbersome. The more secrets he revealed, the more dangerous it became for Lilith.

Silence was her way of protecting her. At this moment, all that could be said was that while he was excited, Lorraine still had to consider how to prevent his little darling from getting into trouble without completely revealing his own hand.

The truth is difficult to grasp completely...

The words spoken by Venerable White Bull had given Lilith the gossip and secrets she had been craving. She seemed to understand a little about the secrets surrounding Lorraine. However, the cryptic words of Venerable Soul were ambiguous, and Lilith couldn't fully grasp the truth behind the secrets he spoke of.

Not to mention Lilith, even Lorraine herself was somewhat confused.

......

There was no time to think it through; the tremors began to subside, which might be a good thing for the people underground.

But for Lorraine, this was a dangerous sign.

Sure enough, as soon as he turned around, the ruthless one appeared, using all four limbs to pounce like a wild beast... This time he didn't even need weapons, it seemed he was going to tear Lorraine apart like a piece of rib. As for Lilith, if the skin is gone, where will the hair attach?

Lorraine's eyes darted around, and she grabbed Lilith, "Its target is me, you and I will split up and run!"

"What? You're going to abandon me! Fine, Lorraine. Do you despise me...?"

Lilith doesn't seem to understand Lorraine's choice...

Lorraine remained silent, not wanting to say more, and repeated with emphasis: "Its target is me!"

"Yes, that's why I don't have to be separated from you..."

.......

"No, ancestor, with you here, I can't protect you."

"You're a man? Why couldn't you protect him? Are you a coward?"

.......

"Ha ha?"

Lorraine frowned and then chuckled. The male undead's voice was intriguing; it was sharp, yet tinged with bitterness and absurdity. He could only bow awkwardly, waving his hands in a gentlemanly gesture, and tilt his head to ask:

"So, Miss Lilith, are you willing to die with Lorraine?"

.......

"No? Whoever wants to die can die. I still have to go to the herbalist discount event on Wednesday... My potions are selling really well right now. If you hadn't dragged me around like this, I would have been counting my money at the auction house mailroom by now. You know what? I'm a little rich girl. I just give you a few gold coins and you go and buy a real undead horse to ride... And you're still complaining about me?"

Lilith's answer was expected... yet it felt strange. It seemed that Lilith wasn't afraid of the legendary Shadow Assassin at all.

Perhaps it was ignorance that made him fearless; Lorraine didn't know the other person, yet he could sense the threat of death.

"Then let's fight!"

"Okay, I'll heal you... You don't seem to have much health left, so I'll put a shield on you. Go, Silverleaf... Let me see your true strength. That minotaur said you're some kind of necromancer... Sounds even more powerful than the Plaguebringer."

.......

"You've forgotten that part... You can't trust ghosts."

"You're trying to fool me. A Tauren soul priest? I've never seen one, but I've heard of them. There are so many Tauren in Orgrimmar. Do you know Big Tooth? He's not like you. He often tells us interesting legends about the Barrens. And let me tell you, you can't let me get hurt. I know a lot of things. I know the way to Thunder Bluff better than you do!"

.......

Lilith is never afraid of death, but Lorraine seems terrified of it...

The approaching danger, a sense even more urgent than when surrounded by the Burning Blade Orcs, reminded Lorraine Stone Man that everyone he spoke of resembled female half-orcs. The White Bull Venerable from before was one of them, meaning that during the earthquake, many more mysterious beings had escaped.

The white bull reminded Lorraine that while saving some friends, it also freed her from more trouble...

trouble?

What might be trouble for the strong could be a catastrophe for a little guy like Lorraine.

.......

The situation took an unexpected turn, and what a coincidence!

Lorraine took the map from Lilith and realized that he had chosen the wrong path; the entrance was right where he was standing.

Standing right there on Garona's path, relentlessly tearing Lorraine's Flame Skull Guard to shreds, Lorraine felt a strange tightness in his throat. He had something he wanted to say, but he couldn't bring himself to say it.

Seeing his strange expression, Lilith patted him on the shoulder. "Buddy, I remember that a mage's ultimate skill, no matter how long it takes, only lasts for a dozen seconds. Where's your killing move?"

"I don't have any killer moves, all I have is this..."

Lorraine gritted his teeth and pulled out his last grenade. It wasn't a salvo grenade... it was a low-level goblin creation, of mediocre power, found among a pile of junk. There was also a cheap firearm, spear, and bow and arrows, and even a slingshot... stones and some unidentifiable glue...

Like opening a treasure chest, Lorraine unleashed a torrent of deadly attacks, hurling them all from his elevated position on the stone platform at the beast-like female assassin who was breaking through the sea of ​​skeletons. In her berserk state, her eyes were bloodshot; it was unclear what Lorraine had done to offend this old woman...

You know, Lorraine, the Rootless, the Immaculate, the Desireless, isn't he popular with women? Even the legendary shadow assassin half-orc female and the White Bull Venerable both want to get close to him...