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Chapter 133 Meeting an acquaintance

"It really is you, little one!"

Before Lorraine could respond, the human paladin opposite him greeted him warmly. It seemed that if the death knights hadn't stopped him, he would have already come over and hugged Lorraine just like he had hugged Tyran.

Kororin is not human; he is a member of the Forsaken, a plague messenger, and a warrior infantryman of the Horde...

Knight Marcus is a general of Stormwind, a paladin, and a high-ranking commander and hero of the Alliance.

Not only could Lorraine not respond, but even Tyrande's group of blood-red human knights couldn't understand it.

They watched as Marcus greeted the enemy opposite him, as if the enemy could understand his human Caucasian language... The enemy was undead, and the Forsaken spoke Undead, a language known only to a few shadow mages who studied the undead or those who had learned it...

To this day, very few humans can understand sounds produced without the use of human vocal cords and laryngeal organs...

Those were the whispers of death from hell, the language and consciousness of the undead that humans fear... Perhaps only a god-like figure like Marcus, with his boundless love across species and the true messenger of holy light on earth, could communicate with undead creatures.

In fact, Marcus is fluent in Elvish, Orcish, Demonic, and Undead languages, and can even communicate with certain animals and beasts, monsters, and alien races.

This is the Lightbringer's talent...

This is the true embodiment of the Holy Light chosen among humanity. Therefore, the neurotic Marcus is the true god, while the serious Marcus and Jonathan are merely brave and fearless human warriors in their mortal phase...

His communication with Lorraine must have had a purpose.

Lorraine, however, was afraid and dared not admit it...

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"Hey, little guy, that's really rude of you! Stop hiding, it's definitely you. I remember your scent very clearly. You forgot, your kind was praising you. I've already sent him to where he belonged, and he said he'd like to meet you at the Black Rock Bar for a drink..."

Lorraine couldn't understand what the expert opposite him was talking about; he simply couldn't bear to send his undead army to attack this half-benefactor who had once resurrected him...

Although he now understands that it was the work of the 'godfather' his teacher had mentioned...

But his equipment—that Supreme Ring, that amulet, those gold coins… Lord Marcus, if he could, Lorraine should have called out to them immediately…

But now, he didn't know how to start the conversation.

His teacher reminded him that the opponents were incredibly strong, so strong that even these death knights might not be a match for them. However, he was bound by military orders, and regardless of the circumstances, escape might not be an option...

"I don't like drinking..."

After holding it in for a while, Lorraine blurted out a sentence.

He vaguely recalled everything that had happened at the blood-red recruits' outpost; so this important figure really had come for him. He remembered everything about Lorraine.

The first awakening of the will of the dead brings with it an unforgettable experience of death...

Lorraine never understood why death and the power of holy light did not repel each other... The genuine, sun-like warmth emanating from Marcus was completely different from the radiant light emitted by the fanatical faith of the Blood Knights opposite him.

"Haha, little guy, you still recognize me. How about we go to Ravenholdt Manor nearby for a chat? It's so peaceful there."

Marcus's hearing seemed to be excellent; he could respond even when Lorraine whispered to him.

The whispers of the dead were unintelligible to anyone present except Marcus.

Without exception, everyone felt hostility towards Marcus, their savior...

Perhaps sensing the unfriendly gaze behind him, Marcus looked up and said, "Since I've helped you before, I'll shamelessly ask you to help me this time. I see your men are very capable, and I don't want to fight them. There are a few people behind me that I must take with me. I hope you'll give me face."

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The big shot actually asked me, a nobody, for some face!

Lorraine was incredulous...

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