I have one more World of Warcraft Necromancer than you

"I know, teacher. I didn't expect to encounter another one like me. This one seems much stronger than the one in the family tomb!"

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Lorraine was ordered to come and support the gravedigger.

The enemy is humanity.

This was mentioned by Yurev, who also mentioned that there were a large number of undead golems on the island. They helped humans attack the Forsaken... The intelligence speculated that there might be someone on the island who knew necromancy.

...

To ensure success, and also to test the skeleton summoning tactic, Lorraine deliberately wiped out all the wild beasts and werewolves around the lake... and even deployed a large number of merfolk as backup.

We've gathered three hundred skeleton beasts, ready to unleash our full power and crush everything in one fell swoop!

Quickly wipe out the enemy on the island.

The murlocs capture all fleeing enemies!

Time was still quite tight, but the plan was fairly thorough...

Who would have thought that the enemy leader was surprisingly strong?

Didn't the teacher say there shouldn't be any powerful figures on this island?

"Kid, times have changed... How the hell was I supposed to know they could create constructs to fight? In my memory, those terrifying things only appeared in Scholomance or Stratholme, one of the three major later challenges..."

"Teacher, I know you are very knowledgeable, but now it's rushing towards me, do you have any good suggestions?"

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"No..."

"So I'll just stand here and wait to die?"

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"Fool, if you can't handle it now, you can mobilize the masses to fight it together! Chrysanthemum Tea, Yurev, and the Gravekeeper. And those Dalaran mages, look, they're being attacked by the Rotskin Gnolls too, what does that say!"

"what?"

"This means that this little boss has been swept away by a sea of ​​people's anger, and it has willingly stood against everyone! It's courting death!"

"I see, but it seems those human militiamen still listen to it. And there are so many undead golems and rotten-skinned gnolls!"

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"They're here! Run! Charge towards the Dalaran mages!"

Fortunately, the teacher reminded me.

Lorraine had just appeared when he flashed out from his skeletal beasts and headed straight for the group of mages in Dalaran.

The giant zombie wolf leaped to where Lorraine had been standing.

He trampled the surrounding deadwood to pieces...

The Dalaran mages stared in horror at Lorraine, who was running towards them!

That expression conveyed only one message: "Don't come any closer!"

.....

When the undead sentinel assassins made their move, the gravedigger had already switched from defense to offense.

The militiamen controlling the giant crossbows on the wall have been eliminated by the Undead Sentinels. Several crossbows were pushed off the wall and smashed to pieces...

Yurev at the gate grew increasingly fierce, no longer caring about dodging enemy attacks.

The undead warrior wielding two greatswords was also in a bloodthirsty frenzy. Rolin noticed that Yurev's life force was rapidly diminishing... and he was about to face true death.

He alone attracted the attention of the militiamen, holding them back at the door...

The tomb keeper seized the opportunity and stormed up to him.

......

Having lost two assassins, the remaining thieves all went into hiding, waiting for an opportunity.

Thieves should not face enemies head-on; a thief who cannot use backstab is equivalent to a mage who cannot cast spells... Finding an opening and killing in one blow is the ideal situation.

A professional assassin must consistently miss, blind the target, and flee far away before seeking another opportunity.

Being ready to escape at any time is not a disgrace to a thief; it's a professional skill...

So 'Chrysanthemum Tea' was not discouraged; he was just saddened by the loss of the standard dagger that had been with him for so long.

In the shadows, he discovered that the peculiar necromancer was just as agile as he was, with incredibly fast reflexes.

Flash and sprint, almost catching up to his sprinting speed...

Unbelievable! Lorraine has pulled another "shifting the blame" trick, luring the giant corpse werewolf into the mages of Dalaran!

"Talent!"

When he heard the senior members of the Rogue Guild mention that a necromancer would be a good fit as a rogue, 'Chrysanthemum Tea' was very surprised.

I heard that the senior 'Bloodfang' even praised that necromancer's bravery and methods.

It is said that he was proficient in magic, agile, and calm in the face of danger, and made outstanding contributions to the Forsaken, the undead sentinels, Ravenholdt, and even SI:7 and the Faceless Men.

'Chrysanthemum Tea' worked so hard to become a professional assassin, but never received any praise from her mentor, even though she had perfectly completed every reconnaissance mission before...

He was very curious as to which necromancer could be praised by the assassins!

"Isn't this the opposite of the Heavenly Gang?"

Now he finally offered his spontaneous praise: "He's truly a talented person! Truly brave, truly intelligent..."

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The mage apprentices of Dalaran, however, don't see it that way...

The necromancer charged towards them before they could even scatter. Thule rushed in.

Tuller, now transformed into a werewolf, became even more ferocious. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was already extremely displeased with the group of fleeing Dalaran mages.

You can kill them casually and even absorb their magic power!

Archmage Atal'ik's squire yelled, "Protect me! I'm going to unleash a Pyroblast to burn this traitor to death!"

His companion, also an intermediate-level mage, frowned.

“Thule has turned into a monster. The arcane missiles I just cast were completely ineffective against him. Are you sure your fireball can kill him? I think you should swim to the lake quickly. It's close to Abermir. If you move fast, you might be able to escape.”

"The lake is teeming with enemies too! You forgot Thule said he had a trick up his sleeve in the water. No one can escape!"

"What can we do? Our ship is anchored in the northwest corner, and we can't get through at all."

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"Professor Joseph, why don't you take Eileen and Taylor and leave first? You're both mages, and we're just apprentices; we'll only hold you back..."

The intermediate arcane mage named Joseph shook his head.

"Eileen and Taylor can use polymorph and offensive magic. Protect them, and we can clear a path for them with the servant's help..."

The remaining few young men and women were crying and sobbing uncontrollably.

They pleaded with Joseph to save them.

Only the apprentice who had let Joseph go first insisted on staying behind to cover the rear:

“Teacher, I am a descendant of the people of Alterac. My family is a noble knight family of the kingdom. In addition to learning magic, I also practice swordsmanship. Ordinary bandits can do nothing to me.”

"Covering the rear? You bunch of eyesores don't understand? I left you here simply because I didn't want to waste your meager magical power..."

Even when Thule transforms into a wolf-headed monster and goes berserk, he will occasionally regain his senses.

He was clearly listening to the conversation of these Dalaran mages, while he was also chewing on fresh, juicy food.

With great interest, he pointed his sharp claws at the magic apprentice who claimed to be skilled in swordsmanship.

"Let me taste it. Is the muscle of a swordsmanship expert chewy?"

The apprentice stepped forward and thrust out his rapier.

Thule watched the rapier pierce his skin, but it felt like a prick of a needle. He raised his two sharp fingernails and flicked them lightly at the apprentice's head...

A red rose blooms on the spot...

The sweet scent in the air, along with the familiar aroma emanating from Lorraine, made Tulle even more excited.

He threw away the apprentice's corpse and slapped the archmage's attendant, who was still kneading the red ball, flat.

Arcanist Joseph was left in a panic, protecting his promising disciples, the novice mages Eileen and Taylor. He no longer cared about the fate of the remaining apprentices.

Only a few Dalaran apprentices were still holding off the attacks of the Rotskin Gnolls.

These rotten-skinned people seemed to have inherited Thule's cruelty; they surrounded them without attacking, provocatively provoking them, even deliberately letting out a gaping hole...

With the servant dead, the apprentices scattered and fled.

The arcanist led the way into the wolf's castle, intending to take his two promising disciples to the back to retrieve the small boat they had come from.

Originally, I came here to let my disciples experience the cruelty of battle and to give them some training, but now even my own life is in danger.

Human apprentices fled in other directions.

Some were killed by the skeleton beasts.

Some hid in the woods.

Some jumped directly into the lake.

If Thule hadn't been relentlessly pursuing Lorraine, they would have died even faster and in a far more gruesome way...

"Teacher, do you know the opponent's weakness this time?"

Lorraine was already devising a counterattack, but he wanted to hear if his teacher had any good suggestions. After all, his teacher had revealed the lich's Achilles' heel when they fought the lich last time.

But it seems that Thule & Duckclaw isn't a pure lich...

"This is a new species... I've never seen it before. Your method might be useful..."