flstandardbreds Chapter 343 Goblin Engineer Bomb
Chapter 343 Goblin Engineer Bomb
On the eighteenth day after leaving Deathstroke, at three o'clock in the morning, flames soared over Lake Lordamere, and the large camp by the lake was bustling with people, but they were aimless and restless.
With the head coach unconscious, should the attack plan be brought forward?
There was a fire burning out outside, but there were no warning signs whatsoever.
Where are the enemies?
How many?
Direction of attack...
Everything is unknown.
The Alliance's high-ranking officials all followed the Countess toward Southshore.
The senior officers guarding the lakeside camp disagreed, and the allied forces from different factions harbored mutual suspicion. The dwarven patrols, the mages of Dalaran, and the priests from Stormwind remained inactive.
They only obey the orders of Lady Katarina, the Stormwind ambassador, and Master Yuvel of the Kirin Tor.
The leaders of the Stromgarde cavalry had all gone to the mayor's hall for a banquet, and several went missing. Those who returned were mostly drunk or terrified... A plague-ridden giant dog killed several of Garin's loyal servants.
The Hillsbrad Foothills farm, which was supposed to be guarded by these people, is now engulfed in flames. Screams echo from all around, stretching from the foothills to the lake.
The dwarven sentinels stood atop the watchtower on the slopes of Alterac Mountains and watched as the fertile fields and estates below Garin Highlands were utterly destroyed.
The reason was unclear, and they could not report it to their superiors; they could only wait and see.
News has arrived in Southshore that things are likely going badly... Mayor Bourne has turned his back on them... He and his brother have finally waited for this day. They don't intend to ask for help; they only want to lure the residents of Hillsbrad to the mysterious Isle of Atonement.
Offering gifts to their owners...
The town was now a scene of utter chaos, with horses scattered everywhere and most of the rescue cavalry and soldiers bewildered and confused. The chaos continued... A loud bang came from the direction of the shelter on the mountainside.
The loud noise was like a nuclear explosion... causing the leaves of nearby trees to stand upright at the same time.
The farthest sound waves directly stirred up ripples on the surface of Lake Lordamere, and were even sensed by the Forsaken sentinels on Wolf Island.
Who made such a commotion?
Naturally, it is Lorraine, the plague messenger who is now alone and no longer in hiding!
Unable to open the door of a small wooden cabin protected by a barrier, and unwilling to let his target escape, he made a desperate gamble, unleashing his last resort: all the remaining elemental salt explosives. He ignited them all at once, even though he was far away...
The bombs he ignited included not only the all-powerful elemental salt explosives, but also the latest goblin terror bombs... These were originally intended for the elite Undercity Legion, the Hand of Vengeance.
During the raid on Ambermill, the commander gave Lorraine a considerable amount of supplies.
Aside from using some by detonating the Runelock in the Arena of Will in the Dalaran sewers, the remaining Goblin Unstable Bombs were far more powerful than Lorraine had imagined.
The massive shockwave destroyed two dilapidated wooden houses nearby...
The Dalaran guards fighting inside were wiped out, including Lorraine who killed three headless zombies, flame spirits, and magic-resistant skeletons transformed from Forsaken researchers.
They were blown away, and Lorraine didn't fare any better; he lay sprawled on the ground, still shaken, his initial anxiety and anger completely gone.
Looking back, the dilapidated watchtower that had been used as cover and was on the verge of collapse was completely gone; even the wooden frame had been blown to the other side of the valley...
"Holy crap, are goblin things this scary?"
Carefully examining the last remaining bomb casing, they discovered the difference between the Elemental Salt Explosive Bomb and the Goblin Terror Bomb; the latter's description contained only two words: Danger! Danger!
The small print reads:
Extremely stable...Goblin product, definitely not ordinary...Please detonate from a safe distance...
Touching his head, he noticed that everything shorter than Lorraine had been cut off... Looking at the target cabin, he saw that the door of the wooden cabin was perfectly intact.
"No way! They can't even break through this? Medivh's barrier?!"
To his astonishment, Lorraine then realized that while the door to the cabin still existed, the entire cabin had vanished. Only a faint magical barrier remained, holding the wooden door in place.
Everything behind the wooden door was clearly visible.
The hut was gone. There were only eight people inside: four guards, the guards we saw at the door, the female mage, and one other, a clearly thin and hunched Forsaken.
Two other mages are maintaining a teleportation array, and they need the addition of a female mage to maintain the entire teleportation ritual.
At this moment, the magical barrier was attacked by Lorraine's physical bomb.
It seemed to be holding on, but in reality, the faint energy was dissipating, and the female mage inside the house sensed the danger. She stopped maintaining the magic teleportation array, raised her staff, and tried to erect the magic barrier again.
The four guards stood motionless, seemingly on alert. Upon closer inspection, it was clear that the four Dalaran guards were bleeding from all seven orifices, unable to see, hear, or speak...
He's holding on, he hasn't collapsed yet.
They stood right behind the door of the hut, and the terrifying impact of the goblin sapper bombs left them barely alive.
"Miss Bellamor... the crystal in the magic circle has shattered!"
The innermost mage attendant saw the magical purple gem used to create the teleportation array crack and cried out in terror. At the same time, the barrier around the hut completely dissipated the moment the four guards fell.
Bellamor's staff did not have enough magic to support the barrier, and the teleportation was also blocked.
As she watched her companion fall, she looked up at the enemy outside, Lorraine, who called himself the Plaguebringer. Beside two mage attendants, the last Forsaken traitor of Undercity, Ricktel, calmly looked up. "Master Bellamor, I think we can't leave. Sylvanas won't let us live... The Forsaken will always be her servants."
“Riktor, don’t worry, we will protect you to Dalaran. Now the Forsaken can also join the Kirin Tor... This is the pact your queen made with us. She said Undercity would not start a war, and now Sylvanas must take responsibility for the outcome.”
"The Queen has no responsibility to anyone; she only seeks revenge. Hatred is the will to live that sustains the Forgotten. As for an outcast like me, I simply want to know why the Creator allows souls to return to the mortal realm."
Ricktel held a gem in his hand, its crimson brilliance captivating Lorraine even from a considerable distance.
Lorraine roared, "Traitor! Hand over the Bloodstone Egg and I'll let you go!"
Ricktel suddenly burst into laughter. "No way, my esteemed new Plaguebringer Lord Lorraine. I remember Undercity's orders to traitors never included the word 'forgiveness'."
"Hmph, then just kill yourself, so I don't have to do it... Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."
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"Outrageous! Evil undead, die!"
Lorraine had barely exchanged a few words with the last Undercity traitor, Riktel, when Bellamor, along with two mage apprentices, launched an attack on him.
Magical attacks require chanting, and those few seconds of delay allowed the Dalaran researcher and Warden Bellamor of the containment facility to unleash their deadly attacks. With two subordinates assisting him, Lorraine saw several magical orbs raining down on him, heading straight for his face, leaving him no time to dodge.
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