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Hamuul & Runetotem might not be familiar to Lorraine, and his teacher, Lorraine, might not even remember him.

But his teacher was none other than the famous savior of Azeroth and the instigator of the Great Blast of the Well of Eternity, Archdruid Malfurion & Stormrage!

This first Tauren Druid was of special status; he was the leader of the Elder Council and one of the true elders of Thunder Bluff Elder Highlands.

Cairne Bloodhoof and Hamuul were childhood playmates, fighting against the centaurs for control of the grasslands and defending their people.

The Runetotem tribe is mainly composed of druids. After witnessing the power of Malfurion and the druids, Hamuul took the initiative to become the disciple of the archdruid Malfurion & Stormrage.

He was not only the first tauren druid in history, and the first non-elf druid, but also a member of the Cenarion Druid Council. Even after Malfurion fell into slumber and succeeded as Archdruid Fandral & Staghelm, they were only of his generation. Almost all the druids of the Horde could be considered his disciples...

The Crimson Mist Venerable also held Hamuul & Runetotem in high esteem, but the old man mostly played the neutral card.

A key reason for the good relationship between the Tauren and the Night Elves is that the Elders do not wish to engage in warfare with the Night Elves. They uphold the belief in respecting nature and act as a mediator between the Horde and the Alliance...

This is also the nature of Kalimdor, where the conflict seems to be a life-or-death struggle between orcs and elves, with tauren always remaining neutral, Thunder Bluff always acting as peacemakers, and only Grimtotem going against the grain...

The Tauren chieftain Cairne Bloodhoof advocated for a peaceful truce, which was more or less influenced by his good brother Hamuul Runetotem.

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To Lorraine's surprise, Old Deng was not only a high-ranking member of the Cenarion Council with considerable influence and natural power, but he was also a member of the New Tirisfal Council...

At this point, Lorraine, who was still being used as a power bank and extension cord, still didn't understand why the [Six Magic Pack] had ended up in her hands.

A stolen relic appeared on the body of the undead. What was that gull in the red mist up to? Lorraine had no clue what to do and was completely unaware that big trouble was about to befall him.

He thought the other person had given him a treasure, and there's no reason not to accept a treasure given to you by someone else.

The teacher's teaching was that a thief never leaves empty-handed...

The Minotaur is honest and kind; he's worth befriending.

He still remembered a minotaur named Gamor who had met him once asking him to deliver a package between Crossroads and Thunder Bluff... that package was still sleeping deep inside his magic pouch.

He hasn't forgotten...

Furthermore, the white bull soul walker he rescued from the stone golem's sealed mouth deep within the Ragefire Rift instructed him to hurry to Thunder Bluff, as there was simply no way to arrange this.

It hasn't yet overcome the three hurdles Old Chen mentioned...

This is only the second level; there's actually another level in this underground city.

......

The Book of the Dead's inscription indicates that the teacher's second body is indeed in Razor Hills. However, there's no clue how to get back to the surface, let alone the Crossroads. The Path of Faith seems endless, and there's no way of knowing what the teacher's second body is, where it is, or who has it.

Razor Hill is also located in a thorny mountain range. Could the entire thorny jungle be the teacher's body parts?

What could it be?

Not the heart?

Not a hand?

Not feet?

Could it be hair?

Is hair considered an organ...?

Would the adoptive father pick out every single hair of the teacher and scatter them all over Azeroth?

What's the point of even doing this?

Teachers aren't Sun Wukong...

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"Seriously, who is Sun Wukong? How could something I've never seen before appear in my mind... Am I having another mental image flashing through my head? What's that so dazzling... What's that smell? A burnt smell. The smell of a soul being burned..."

"Teacher, is that you? Is it your brain that's burned out? Or have I been infected with the plague again?"

"Can you give me some hints? I'm so distressed, teacher... please wake up. How can I wake you up... I... need you... really, I need you."

......

Confused, confused, so confused...

Troublesome, troublesome, I hate trouble...

......

It has been thirty-two days since we left the heart of Undercity, but it feels like more than two years have passed. We have experienced hardships that we have never faced in our previous lives.

Despite the tight schedule, the apprentices were overwhelmed and always in a flurry of activity. After a few days, they seemed to have gained nothing and learned nothing. The teacher said that this was just the life of an ordinary player, and they would get used to it.

Lorraine finally came to agree...

I still don't understand what a player is...

Is he someone who doesn't take the games his godfather gives him seriously?

With his 'godfather's' sword hanging over his head, ready to strike at any moment, Lorraine had no doubt that if he abandoned his responsibilities and ran away, the other party would suddenly jump out and punish him.

They might lose their lives.

There is precedent for this; my teacher has taken on many soul tests for me on his own, and I have already found fragments of my past memories through soul regression.

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"I know the seed of plague deliberately showed me this..."

"I don't blame you..."

"Teacher, please forgive me. I can now use the power of the undead to extract memories from the past... I miss you. I can see the past, but I still can't grasp the future..."

Whether Lilith is dead or alive is still unknown, the teacher has been silent for several days, and the Pharmacist Association still wants Lorraine to deliver 'samples' to the Pool of Oblivion.

At this point, a feeling of unease welled up in Lorraine's chest. It seemed to originate from the seed of plague, which lurked along the way, always penetrating every nook and cranny, always invading Lorraine's mind when he was most vulnerable.

Affecting its mood...

Especially in life-or-death moments, that thing doesn't appear to cause trouble because the host cannot die. But once Lorraine is exhausted, weak, and her will is not strong, hallucinations always come.

And now, Lorraine is having hallucinations again.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself, recalling many things, and in a daze, he saw a dark shadow running out of his chest. This shadow was originally very small, but following the beam of light from his chest, it looked like a little white horse, stepping on a rainbow bridge, skipping and hopping away into the distance.

But soon, the dark shadow grew larger, just like the cute little dog poisoned in Hillsbrad Foothills, it seemed to be a husky named Stanford...

The Plague Hellhound at that time was one of the samples that Lorraine was testing for the Royal Apothecary Alchemists' Guild. Now, the shadowy figure has grown larger and seems to be a strange beast as well.

Unlike the 'it' encountered in Ragefire Chasm, which was a lava hound controlled by Twilight Cultists, this monster seemed to be smaller, with strange spots on its body, a mouth full of sharp teeth, and two extremely long tentacles on its head.

"It's a success! It really is that kind of creature! The sacred object has indeed been corrupted..."

In the dazed Lorraine's ears came the excited shouts of the Red Mist Venerable. The composed Tauren Druid Middleman jumped up like a child and summoned something extraordinary from the Hexagram Pouch on Lorraine's chest.

Lorraine then realized that the dark figure wasn't an illusion...