I have one more World of Warcraft Necromancer than you

After a series of earnest teachings, the undead seamstress fell silent and resumed sewing and mending with her magical needle and thread.

As if he had become a different person, the senior member of the Council of Tirisfal no longer paid any attention to Lorraine.

He wanted to ask where he could learn to make magic backpacks, but the seamstress gave him a cold look.

He pulled a drawing out from under the table and placed it in Lorraine's hand.

"50 silver coins."

"No, senior? Didn't you just acknowledge me? Why is this blueprint so expensive?"

“Approval doesn’t mean it’s free. Want this blueprint? No money? Then go to Brill for me. Check what the Scarlet Crusade, the Scourge outposts, and the lich in the middle of the lake are up to. And while you’re at it, teach those gnolls and murlocs a lesson and make them behave.”

Rowling considered this a follow-up task.

Lorraine felt that this was just like the errand-running job she did when she was a human magic apprentice.

I never thought I could escape the fate of being a footman...

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"What? You don't want to?"

"I am willing, I am willing to serve."

The seamstress let out an eerie laugh. "My dear child, the lich has the treasure you need. Besides this blueprint, I have another reward for you. If you perform well, I will award you a merit and raise your rank by one level."

Faced with the leader's empty promises, Lorraine had nothing to say.

The desire for the magic backpack stemmed from the teacher's excitement; the magic backpack seemed to hold special significance for the teacher.

It's as if the teacher would give up her life at any time for a magic backpack.

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Before leaving, I passed by the auction house registrar and checked the price of the magic backpack.

洛林惊呼就连普通的4格小包都要最低50银币，6格小包居然1金币以上，8格魔法背包成倍增加。

He roughly understood why his teacher was excited. Because, like Rowling, he was a penny-pincher...

Instead of making him spend 2 gold coins to buy an 8-slot magic backpack, let him fight the enemy for 300 rounds. Even if he dies in battle, he won't spend a single penny to buy a backpack.

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"Teacher, the Traveler's Backpack is so expensive! It has 14 slots and is said to be able to hold everything. Is it really that amazing? It costs 20 gold coins! What a rip-off!"

"Go check out the backpack merchant; a 10-slot backpack costs 2 gold coins. There are many other types of backpacks. This ordinary magic backpack can hold most items and has a lot of space. There are also some special backpacks that can hold living things, such as herbs and magical materials, which are more expensive."

"The tailor's six-slot linen bag pattern seems to be... a linen bag can sell for several dozen silver coins at the auction house."

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Lorraine has already learned the basic skills of using magic to create clothes or shrouds from the undead seamstress.

Before leaving, the seamstress mentioned that the reward for the task was quite tempting.

He wants the backpack blueprints, military merits, and magic skills!

Now all that's left is for him to go and make a big splash near Brier.

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As Lorraine left the magic district, a ghostly figure shrouded in a black cloak emerged from the shadows under the lamplight by the tailor's counter.

His unique blood-red eyes exuded a hint of holy light.

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"Lightforged Undead?"

"Unbelievable, Guardian! How could you stay here? In this filthy sewer..."

The seamstress kept working, not even glancing at the guy hiding in the shadows.

"Who do you all belong to? Light or darkness, demons or liches, queens or the other world?"

"Please forgive me for not being able to appear and pay my respects. We are the unclean, and the Holy Light has granted us a second life. The world finds it difficult to accept our decaying appearance, but our hearts are turned towards the light. The Holy Light Redemption Tribunal hopes that Your Excellency can once again lead the Council of Tirisfal and lead us against the enemies of the Holy Light."

The creature in the shadows whispered, but the passing Forsaken could not hear it.

Even if you manage to catch a whisper as faint as a mosquito's buzz, you still can't understand its meaning.

The ancient high elves used a special magical cipher to encrypt their communications, making them incomprehensible to ordinary creatures.

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The lurker beneath the cloak kept a low profile, showing great respect to the female undead seamstress.

The tailor never uttered a sound, yet the infiltrator could hear the guardian's decree:

"Enemies of the Holy Light! Didn't you become an organization specifically to assassinate me? Am I not one of the enemies of the Holy Light? It seems that Marcus couldn't keep his mouth shut again after you managed to find your way here."

"No, Guardian. The enemies of the Holy Light are the Scourge, the Burning Legion of demons, and their elemental lord minions. And of course, these evil and barbaric tribes that persecute the followers of the Holy Light."

The seamstress, who was sewing magical fabric, suddenly threw her head back and burst into laughter, almost doubled over with laughter.

The man hiding in the shadows tensed up involuntarily.

In a moment of surprise, prepare for battle.

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"Savage tribes? What a joke! The members of the Holy Light's Redemption Inquisition are mostly Alliance paladins. You're no different from those fanatics of the Scarlet Crusade—equally narrow-minded. It's absurd that an outcast like you could be accepted by the Inquisition. Do you really believe the Holy Light will redeem a zombie like you? They're just using you as a tool for intelligence gathering!"

The seamstress spoke faster and faster, her words filled with the resentment of an undead creature, each one striking at the heart of the cloaked lurker.

“Guardian, please do not profane my devotion to the Holy Light. Even though I am stained with evil, I am willing to give everything for the Holy Light.”

"Alright, that's enough. I'm no longer a guardian. My son and husband have caused this world no peace, and I just want to live here in peace. This used to be my hometown."

The seamstress gradually calmed down, the spark in her eyes dimming...

“Ravenholdt is a despicable organization; they'll take any job imaginable. Go back and tell your master there are no Guardians here. If there are, they are the Guardians of the Forsaken.”

The infiltrator wanted to say something more, but the seamstress raised one hand and gently rotated it.

A gentle breeze lifted the assassin from the shadows.

With a whoosh, the figure in the black robe and cloak, who was shouting "Holy Light Redemption," vanished instantly.

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No one noticed the change at the tailor's counter in the Magic District.

Only the mage training master respectfully approached the tailor's stall. "Master," he said, "you instructed me to deliberately make things difficult for that apprentice. I have already made everyone do as you said. But I don't understand why you're targeting a Forsaken recruit like him. Has he offended you?"

"No, that's not true. It's just that the little guy 'Bloodfang' mentioned made me a little curious. Bloodfang never gives anyone a second glance."

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The mage training master was still puzzled: "I see that the little guy's magical power is very low, unlike what I would have thought of him as a strong person in his previous life?"

"No one is born strong. I was once a magic apprentice. Everyone laughed at me for not having any talent. They thought it was impossible for a woman to become an archmage, let alone a guardian."

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"Your detection magic needs to be strengthened; only life detection can barely detect anything different about him."

"Yes, teacher. Your disciple will definitely practice diligently."

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"Practice is necessary, but enlightenment is even more important. External assistance is also a good option when necessary, as long as you don't go astray and develop addiction. You can try some special methods."

"You mean fel magic? As per your instructions, I'm paying special attention to warlocks and priest trainers. Although the Grandmaster Priest Trainer can still use healing magic, he is an undead but also believes in the Holy Light. He often acts crazy, praying there."

The tailor seemed unconcerned about the necromancer. "Holy Light and death are not opposites; they can both bless and punish. The suffering of the Forsaken may only be soothed by falling into shadow. However, shadow priests are easily tempted by shadow demons and lose themselves. What about those warlocks?"

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The master monk was so eager to tattle on the monks' training that he couldn't wait to do so.

"Teacher, there's something wrong with the warlocks!"

"tell me the story?"

"The warlocks and orcs in the Magic Quarter are making increasingly frequent contact. They seem to be plotting some kind of ritual. Summoning imps and hellhounds from hell is nothing unusual. Succubi and void demon blue goblins are commonplace. But they dare to summon uncontrollable hellfire and doomguards, willing to sacrifice one person randomly in a single ritual. I think they definitely want to bring the Burning Legion over as well; they must be traitors!"

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“I’ve heard about Gul’dan’s Shadow Council. They’re mixed in with the shamans, druids, and mages, doing their dirty work. As long as nothing major happens, everyone turns a blind eye. They don’t have the strength to summon the Burning Legion right now… They’re not the point. I want to know if the necromancers have made any moves.”

The master of magic training nodded in realization, then shook his head.

"Teacher, many necromancers come from the Cult of the Damned... The Royal Alchemy Society definitely has members of the Cult of the Damned, but now that they've become Forsaken, they've all gone into hiding..."

The seamstress chuckled:

"Speaking of which, I actually ran into a necromancer today. He's the little guy who gave you trouble..."

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