flstandardbreds Chapter 148: He went in, but he wasn't really inside.
Chapter 148: He went in, but he wasn't really inside.
It's hard to describe Lorraine's feelings right now. When it was the turn of the three of them to pass through the magical portal, there were at least seven or eight intermediate mages watching them.
The monks did not carry swords; they stood there like a group of scholars, engaging in lively conversation.
However, Lorraine believed that if he revealed his identity as a Forsaken at this moment, these scholars would immediately unleash a scorching fireball to burn him to death.
Eileen was in front. She was originally human, but although she had been transformed by the Church of the Forgotten Shadows, she was in a state between life and death.
Strictly speaking, Eileen and Taylor are already a type of undead creature.
Their bodies and souls have been separated, their human organs have been mutated, and they are humans who actively contracted the undead plague. They are somewhat similar to the followers of the Cult of the Damned founded by Kel'Thuzad.
Those deceased acolytes voluntarily gave up their lives and could be transformed into ghosts at any time.
The price was loss of consciousness...
It's hard to say whether those mages who favor dark magic are truly loyal, or possessed and controlled by dark creatures, forced to sacrifice their lives to death...
The so-called immortality they exchanged for was actually a monster that was neither alive nor dead.
Traitors to humanity, that's how the Scarlet Crusade and the Inquisition under the High Priest of Light described these self-destructive humans. But faced with the corruption of the undead plague and the overwhelming hordes of skeletons and zombies, what better choice did the humans living in northern Lordaeron have?
Aside from fleeing and staying far away from the traces of the plague...
The plague spreads on its own, and humanity has tried many ways to stop the land from being eroded, but scientists from the Undead Scourge possess some supernatural powers.
Ordinary methods cannot prevent human homes from turning into wastelands.
Lordaeron can never be restored to its original state!
Just like the refugees queuing in front, even though their bodies, minds, and emotions were still intact due to the undead plague, the magic circle still regarded them as unclean.
It burned directly to ashes...
Will Erin also be identified by the purple barrier of Dalaran?
Lorraine watched nervously as Eileen was the first to cross the door!
......
Eileen instinctively raised her hand and touched the magic barrier first... In the past, when they followed their teacher Joseph, they didn't need to undergo any checks. They could simply use their teacher's insignia to teleport directly back to Violet Fortress.
I never imagined that I would have to return to the familiar Dalaran so soon after losing my teacher.
But now, without her teacher's protection, Eileen is just an insignificant young novice mage in Dalaran. To be precise, she and her senior brother Taylor are still apprentices.
The trip to Fenice Island was essentially a trial for them to become official members of their respective teams...
Unfortunately, Professor Joseph could no longer bestow upon her the insignia of a formal wizard.
She sighed softly, bit her lip slightly, and reached her hand into the purple magic portal. It felt slightly like touching water, sticky, but it passed through without burning.
My entire body was indeed swept by a familiar arcane energy...
"Eileen went in; she wasn't burned to death."
Lorraine was overjoyed.
His tense nerves relaxed instantly, and he helped Taylor step through the gate to the magical garden city he had dreamed of countless times!
"stop!"
Just as Lorraine was about to approach the door, a middle-aged man raised his hand to stop him. His eyes were fixed on Taylor, whom Lorraine was supporting, with a strange expression.
"What's wrong with him? Patients aren't allowed into Dalaran!"
The middle-aged mage rebuked him sternly, and Lorraine's heart tightened. After a moment's thought, he said, "He's from Dalaran, and he and the man before him are both disciples of Master Joseph. He was injured in the battle."
"Joseph? Oh, he has several disciples. I heard our men all died in the Battle of Fenice Island. I didn't expect there to be survivors!"
The middle-aged mage suddenly realized that he knew Joseph, as did most people in Dalaran, especially mages with citizenship.
But the middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, then stared at Lorraine: "They are Joseph's disciples. Who are you? I've never seen you before."
"I...I'm an adventurer from Southshore. I met them in Ambermill, and Miss Eileen hired me as her bodyguard..."
"Bodyguard? Where are you from? Your origins are unclear, you can't enter Dalaran. Dalaran isn't a place just anyone can enter. In the past, only nobles of high status could enter Dalaran for visits. Non-Dalaran citizens were not allowed to enter the inner city, and even the outer areas were only for invited guests to stay briefly."
The middle-aged man seemed to be targeting Lorraine, ignoring the refugees who had been burned to death earlier.
There were at least seven or eight men and women, if not dozens, who entered in succession, but they all stopped Lorraine and her two companions. To be precise, they stopped Lorraine and Taylor, whom he was supporting.
Lorraine suspected that the other party had figured out his identity.
Now, however, he could only feign composure and say, "My people from Stormwind Kingdom come from Moonbrook! They've traveled a long way to come on an adventure and also want to visit the legendary Dalaran."
"Oh? Moon Creek Town!"
The middle-aged mage frowned even more deeply. "Everyone in Moonbrook has been killed, didn't you know? This news has already spread throughout the entire Eastern Kingdom! It's now the territory of a bunch of bandits? I seriously suspect you're a member of the Syndicate! Aren't you just a Bloodsail Pirate? You reek of stench."
The middle-aged monk said with certainty, "That's right, it's a fishy and stinky smell. I'm 100% sure it's not rotten fish or shrimp, it's the smell of blood, the smell of old, stale blood!"
"Guards, take them to Violet Prison for a thorough interrogation!"
"Wait a minute! I have my ID card."
Lorraine quickly pulled out the mage and apprentice insignia of Taylor, Joseph, and the others, as well as his own adventurer's certificate. These were all prepared items and explanations in advance, just in case of emergencies.
However, while their identity remains unexposed, they are still vulnerable to being targeted by troublemakers...
Lorraine was speechless. He had been preparing for his Dalaran trip for so long, but why were there always unexpected things going wrong?
He gritted his teeth, touched his Tidal Amulet; the charging was now complete...
"Do you want to take action?"
"Silly apprentice, isn't this a good thing? We're going to go in anyway, so it doesn't matter if we get caught."
......
"No, teacher, have you forgotten that I was almost chopped into eight pieces when I was tied to the execution platform last time? You have no idea how many swords and knives stabbed me... and I even had one eye gouged out."
"Um... I remember. That's why you shouldn't act rashly."
The teacher warned Lorraine that this was human mage territory, and being exposed here would be far more dangerous than in Ambermill. He no longer had the chance to temporarily control his body; everything depended on Lorraine himself.
Unless they successfully find the Eye of Shadow.
"Oh right, the Eye of Shadow!"
The master and apprentice suddenly remembered what it was that had sustained them through this ordeal...
"Eye!"
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