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Everyone kept their distance, except for Lorraine and a few others who were hit by the cannon fire.

The Moon Goddess's power was so violent that even the Ghost Howler was struggling to keep up. His companions who were following and supporting him were also sweating profusely, and several of them collapsed to the ground, but fortunately their bodies were still within the protective shield's coverage area.

The goblin girl, carrying a mechanical umbrella, smiled and offered to help.

This startled everyone, especially Lorraine, who quickly waved his hands, "I don't think that's necessary! What should we do, Venerable Red Mist, please tell us..."

"Oh, okay, Daddy Lash. Don't move, Ghost Howler Master, I'll help you..."

Seeing the red mist address Lorraine as "Papa Ras," the goblin girl blinked her big eyes incessantly, wondering why Lorraine would call her Barbaras.

I noticed the other person was giving me a meaningful look, as if they didn't want to mention that name.

Remembering that Lorraine had never introduced herself by her real name, the little goblin looked around in confusion. Looking at Lorraine's lifeless face, it tried to make a strange, winking expression.

It took her a while to understand.

This is a disguise; Lorraine doesn't want anyone to know its true identity.

......

Of all those present, it seemed that only the little goblin who knew most of Lorraine's information from the Astral Information Database and the tauren druid who claimed to be one of their own knew who Lorraine was.

Rose was also curious about the many secrets and oddities hidden within Lorraine. She watched Lorraine feign ignorance quietly, wanting to uncover the hidden value of this clumsy necromancer disguise...

Currently, the prices of goods in Lorraine's goblin trade assessment have surpassed the initial Dalaran bounty of 50 gold for Atiesh Shards.

The estimated value is 100 million gold coins, or even more.

If the client wants a live Lorraine next time, the fee may increase...

The underground city's scanning system has detected that Lorraine possesses a Titan-level artifact, suspected to be a strange pair of glasses, undetectable to mortals.

......

When the goblin offered to help, Lorraine quickly stopped him. Under the questioning gazes of surprise, Lorraine still hurriedly introduced this as Miss Rose, the genius engineer from the Underground City. She should be able to help everyone roam freely in the Underground City, provided that the current trouble is resolved immediately.

The playful goblin girl, hands in her pockets, seemed somewhat dissatisfied with Lorraine's introduction.

She did say she was going to take Lorraine to the control room, but she didn't say she was going to take anyone else.

The Star Consortium only had eyes for Lorraine, and at most his underlings.

Speaking of my little brother, what has he been up to all this time?

Even with the Luna Orbital Cannon blasting the ground, Lorraine did not awaken them, yet they continued to be baptized by energy. Had it been before, they might have melted away like mortals.

Now possessing the ability to convert capacitor cores and with its body evolving once again, the two strange lumps of flesh disguised as remains seem to be sending out signals of pleasure.

Lorraine was surprised to find that her two underlings were actually taking the opportunity to harvest souls to nourish herself, and she didn't know whether to be happy or scared.

Meanwhile, his long-awaited, thirsty right eye seemed to be stirring restlessly. Lorraine could feel the vengeful spirits being drawn away by the Root of Life, and his own right eye seemed quite angry...

The eyes on the hero's body were unhappy, and his hands moved involuntarily. Lorraine couldn't imagine what would happen if he found all the parts of the teacher's body and became a different person.

......

Ignoring the goblin engineer's knowing look, Lorraine straightened his chest, revealing the connection between the six magic bags and the capacitor core.

The Crimson Mist Venerable raced against time, and the protective shields above everyone's heads were visibly being worn thinner by the Moon Goddess's orbital cannon, unable to protect more and more people.

Those unfortunate enough to be on the edge have already suffered burns to their shoulders or calves, like a group of children huddled under an umbrella in a downpour, with almost everyone except the one holding the umbrella unable to cover their shoulders or other parts of their bodies...

In contrast, the caster of the Luna Orbital Cannon was like an angel inside a holy egg of light, even his little tiger teeth were glowing, and the moonlight had never been so terrifying.

Moonfire, starfall, insect swarms, and various strange natural forces manifest as divine justice.

The beam of justice is like a laser printer thicker than a bucket.

Those illuminated by the moon's light appear to be covered only by a thin layer of light. However, any part exposed to the light quickly smokes, bursts into flames, emitting a strange fragrance that evolves into a burnt smell and a foul stench, until it reduces to a powdery, charred Enderman...

If the light source cannot be cut off, it must be able to withstand increasingly powerful laser beams.

The Shaman of the Earth Ring was clearly at his limit, and the Ghostly Howl Master had already made a name for himself in one battle. In the past, almost no one could last a minute under the Moon Goddess's Orbital Cannon.

Unless you are a demonic creature...

Lorraine dared not think about it, nor did she have time to think about the scene of being completely exposed to Luna's orbital cannon.

Before the Earth Lightning Water, Earth, Wind, and Fire Shield shattered, the old shaman supported the shield with one hand while quickly reaching for the sacred relic, the Six Demon Bag, on Lorraine's chest with the other.

The Six Magic Bag has an unremarkable appearance; it's just an extremely simple linen bag.

But this package, whose owner is unknown, contains the power of all things.

This thing is now embedded in Lorraine's chest, activated by a capacitor. The Hexagram Pack played a crucial role in the previous magnetic troll's ability to expand to such a terrifying extent.

No wonder, upon meeting, Sandy and Yuyue, the moon goddess priestess and ranger hunter general who could smell non-natural scents, immediately sensed a familiar aura.

The six magic bags were filled with the scent of magic, even containing the power of abyssal magic and the aura of demons.

Sandys wouldn't admit her mistake. She often fought against demons. The satyrs and the Burning Legion were entrenched at the foot of Mount Hyjal. Too much land was polluted, and even more plants and life needed to be purified. The night elves faced pressure from the orcs while also having to constantly defend against the counterattacks of the demonic forces.

Even with the assistance of the Smiling Sisters and the Dryads, the Wardens' enemies at the Ashenvale outpost far outnumbered their own forces.

One thing is certain: the more privileged a race's life, the higher its self-esteem, and the longer its lifespan, the less likely it is to have children. On the contrary, it is trolls, orcs, and humans in harsh environments who desperately reproduce to replenish their population and strengthen their groups to resist harsh living conditions and dangers.

The poorer the place, the more people will reproduce. In theory, the richer the resources, the more suitable it is for the population to expand. However, this is contrary to common sense because intelligent beings cannot be regarded as simple wild beasts with only the desire to reproduce.

This is a good thing, and it's a bad thing, or perhaps it doesn't matter whether it's good or bad.

Night Elves practicing eugenics?

Emotionally detached?

Not necessarily. The affectionate Egg Brother still holds the faded yellow flower, sitting atop the Dark Temple, reminiscing about his sister-in-law's youthful appearance.

Even in demon form, he still cherishes the memory of the carefree days the three elven youths spent on the tender branches of the World Tree, a memory that spans ten thousand years...

Despite their long lifespans, the Night Elves have an exceptionally low birth rate, unmatched by any other race.

The cost is also obvious. Against races they despise, such as the despicable humans, humanity has risen to prominence and become the masters of Azeroth...