I have one more World of Warcraft Necromancer than you

Chapter 359 Brann & Bronzebeard

insect?

It's asking who the bug is...

This four- or five-meter-tall insectoid is far too arrogant; it actually called me, the Plaguebringer Lorraine, an insect... when the Spider Guardians are the real insects!

Lorraine was quite displeased, but the next second he touched his neck in surprise and found that his head was still there.

The silken threads of light binding Lorraine faded, freeing him from his restraints. He instinctively touched the wounds inflicted on him by the spider demon. The condensed light on his hand touched his neck, and the tiny cuts inflicted by the sharp claws visibly healed...

You can even feel the texture of skin that you've never experienced before.

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The light rope that binds Lorraine can heal wounds.

Lorraine was astonished to discover that not only had his previously crippled side of his body regained its fullness, but his severed right arm had also been completely healed...

Even more miraculously, he, who was originally a spirit, seemed to have regained a human body... This wasn't an illusion created by using the Mirror of Truth or taking advantage of his teacher's appearance; it was genuine—his forgotten body had truly regained its vitality...

With a body of flesh and blood, Lorraine never imagined she would be able to become human again...

Having faced death multiple times, Lorraine's nerves had thickened. His initial anger dissipated, replaced by surprise, elation, and gratitude! He even had an urge to kneel before the Spider Demon...

With both feet off the ground, he realized he was still prey in someone else's hands.

Lorraine immediately looked up at the strange spider demon.

"Thank you for healing my wounds!"

The two spider-like beings seemed to have encountered something amusing; they looked at each other, touched heads, and made rustling sounds that Lorraine couldn't understand. They seemed to be continuing their communication, but this time, it wasn't the ancient elven language that Lorraine could comprehend.

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"The Spider Demons have a habit of injecting their prey with a toxin to keep it fresh, which allows the prey's flesh to regenerate... According to the Azeroth National Geographic, the Spider Demons do this simply to enjoy their prey as freshly as possible, much like how humans process captured cattle and sheep..."

Lorraine's earlier feeling was correct; his body was indeed recovering rapidly, far exceeding its recovery limits, and he had directly regained a living human body...

He didn't know if this was temporary or if he would have to pay some other price.

As the spider-men communicated, Lorraine heard another voice beside him. The owner of that voice didn't care whether Lorraine answered or not, and continued muttering beside him...

"That's right, there are side effects... In fact, the Spider Demons use the life energy of other creatures to temporarily fill the bodies of their prey, like adding seasoning, or some kind of high technology... In other words, healing you may be someone else's life or flesh and blood. This is evil abyssal magic, or Spider Demon technology."

"The history of the Spider-Men rivals that of the Trolls. But we know even less about them than we do about the Trolls..."

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Lately, I've been hearing unfamiliar voices all the time, but Lorraine's already used to it...

The other person's explanation seemed to mock his foolish act of thanking the spider demon who wanted to eat him. The voice was very close, in a common human language... Lorraine understood it, and he could speak it too.

Despite his past clumsiness, Lorraine possesses talents and abilities that are rare among the tribe.

That means being fluent in multiple languages!

The common language of mankind is a language that adventurers must master. When Lorraine was very young, he began to learn from his employer when he was an apprentice mage... He also consulted with the elders in Moonbrook Town, including merchants and mercenaries in the inn.

The Forsaken, resurrected by the Queen, seem to be born with the language of the Forsaken, the language of the dead, a kind of soul language... communicated through the fluctuations between souls, silent and as light as the wind, to the living it is like the faint buzzing of mosquitoes.

Undead creatures, however, can judge strength, status, and soul power level through the language of the dead.

Then there were the Orcish, Trollish, Tauren, and Elvish languages ​​that the Horde officers needed to learn... Lorraine didn't have much exposure to them, and could barely communicate in simple terms. During this time, Lorraine was constantly dealing with various factions... He also obtained a lot of related information and letters.

He increasingly realized that being able to interact with people of different races was a crucial skill. Sometimes it could save his life, provide more information and assistance, and clear up misunderstandings. However, sometimes it could be a source of trouble.

The more you hear, the more annoyed you become, and the more trouble you attract...

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The continuous sounds confirmed Lorraine's suspicion that the overly friendly fellow was speaking in common human language and came from another net bag a meter away.

There must be someone else in a similar predicament among them.

At such close range, the main reason Lorraine didn't notice the other person was that he was caught in his own danger and had no time to pay attention to anything else. Another reason was that there were so many spiderweb prey hanging from the ceiling of the Spider Demon's upside-down restaurant, each one completely covered up, making it impossible to see what was inside.

Lorraine was able to notice her surroundings, but because of her unusual bone structure, the glowing ribbons had not been able to completely wrap into a sphere, leaving a small gap.

The fact that the Spider Demon could release him from his restraints, and even say he'd eat him later, suggests that the guy next door has also got ideas.

“Friend, I also understand some High Elven language…though I’m not very good at it. I just overheard you telling the spider demons you’re a necromancer? An enemy of the Lich King…then we’re not enemies…damn it, although it’s warm in this web, the great Brann Bronzebeard doesn’t want to become the spider demons’ dinner…so, do me a favor, save me…if you can get me out, I’ll give you the reward you desire…”

"Hello? Are you there...?"

"Friend, the price is negotiable..."

"You don't understand common human language? How about Dwarven? Elven, Earthling... Gnomes, Mechagnomes' electronic voices? Hey, friend, talk to me! I swear in the name of my elder brothers, Muradin the Mountain King & Bronzebeard, I will provide you with the finest weapons and equipment of the dwarves? What... still not satisfied? Then I assure you in the name of Magni, the Diamond Prince and King of Ironforge & King Bronzebeard, that diamonds will be plentiful, gems will be plentiful, and gunpowder will be plentiful! They are both my brothers..."

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"Hey, are you there?"

"Are you there?"

"I have no interest in either the Alliance or the Horde, but my life has been dedicated to knowledge and treasure, and I don't want to end up as a bloody mess here. So, my friend, help me out, helping me is helping yourself, whether you're an evil necromancer or some kind of Horde warrior... Dwarf adventurer, Brian needs your help!"

Hearing the other party's urgent plea, and considering his own predicament, the spider demon began to converse amongst himself...

"Brian! Shh, keep quiet..."

Lorraine gestured for silence, completely unaware that the other person was trapped in a spider web and couldn't see anything.

Brian, upon receiving Lorraine's response, truly fell silent, just as before, the surroundings becoming deathly still... save for the spider demons' unique whispered communication...