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The great apothecary stared at the ceiling because there were countless iron cages on it.

He clicked a button, and only a dozen or so iron cages fell, hanging in mid-air...

These cages each contained different experimental subjects...

Werewolves, ordinary human survivors, militiamen from Burntwood Village, and mage apprentices from Dalaran are all in one cage.

Most of them were alive, and the great apothecary Prester turned on another switch.

The wheel at the door turned again, lightning flashed near the cage, and the prey inside screamed in agony.

The weaker ones died in the cage, while three Dalaran mages survived the lightning strike...

They seem to have some means of survival...

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"I've been researching how to swap souls between two living beings, or place them together. Unfortunately, I haven't succeeded even once..."

Prester gave a meaningful look, staring at Lorraine with a strange smile.

Through the cracks in the Grand Apothecary's unique mask, one could see the other person smiling...

However, that smile wasn't friendly at all...

"Perhaps only the Lich King or a demon lord possesses that kind of life-twisting magic. You mortals can only borrow from the gifts of nature..."

"Your Excellency, the Plague Messenger, are you right?"

Prester nodded slightly to Lorraine twice. It was as if he were asking a question, or perhaps pressuring him to agree...

"Oh, yes, yes."

Lorraine nodded awkwardly, then shook her head frantically.

"No, no. I'm not some adult. Master Preston is joking..."

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"If I say you are, then you are. Don't refuse!"

“I have already reported to Queen Sylvanas that Lorin, a member of the Royal Alchemist's Guild, serves as a role model for all the Forsaken. You single-handedly saved the Gravekeeper. You are a hero of the Forsaken!”

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"Besides, the Plague Messenger represents the Royal Apothecaries' Association; wherever you go, you'll have our support..."

"Come here, step forward and show me how you devour the souls of these mortals!"

Presstrapped another lever.

The four iron cages suspended in mid-air on the ceiling fell again and crashed directly to the ground.

The experimental subjects in the cage were thrown around and were completely disoriented.

One person remained unconscious, while the remaining three, clinging warily to the cage bars, looked towards Lorraine and the Grand Apothecary...

It was the three members of the Dalaran group, brought back by the Undead Sentinels...

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"Master, I think that's unnecessary..."

“No, I need to verify the accusations against you! These Dalaran apprentices are our enemies. They have killed many of your Forsaken brethren on the battlefield.”

Lorraine was in extreme distress; he had never tried to devour the souls of the living.

His right eye, marked with runes, absorbs vengeful spirits...

Even if you kill the enemy and immediately absorb their soul, you might still fail to absorb it.

His right eye is very selective... it only absorbs vengeful spirits filled with extremely negative emotions...

Now, facing the executive president of the Royal Pharmacists' Association, Lorraine had no choice but to be frank, as her teacher had advised.

He didn't want to be used as a guinea pig for research, so he'd rather just state his abilities directly...

"Lord Preston, my ability has limitations. I can only absorb the vengeful spirits of the dead. And sometimes I fail to absorb them..."

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"That's easy to do."

Preston unleashed Life Drain on the cages in front of him... Several green fel energy beams connected to four of the cages.

The person inside the cage was in extreme pain. Joseph, a mid-level mage from Dalaran, was an arcanist.

He quickly chanted a spell to cast a spell to suppress the enemy.

Cast a magic shield around yourself.

"Taylor, Eileen! Quickly cast your armor spells. Hold on, the teacher will keep you safe!"

Lorraine understood the universal language Joseph spoke.

The Grand Apothecary understood that, under normal circumstances, humans couldn't understand the language of the dead...

The language uttered by the dead is no longer produced using human organs such as the throat and vocal cords... it's more like the creation of infrasound waves, similar to those of bats...

The Grand Apothecary and Lorraine exchanged a glance, both finding it laughable...

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This is Undercity. Although it looks like only Prester and Lorraine are in this underground laboratory, it is actually the secret core of the Alchemy District.

How could an ordinary person possibly escape, let alone Joseph, who was just a mid-level mage from Dalaran?

Even a high-level mage can't gain the upper hand against a high-level alchemist.

Prester, dressed as the Death Messenger, is one of only two Grand Apothecaries in Undercity. Judging from his attack methods, he is likely a affliction warlock.

Moreover, he was a powerful Affliction Warlock.

He didn't care about the prisoners' resistance; in fact, the lightning he had just unleashed hadn't been ineffective.

Soon, Joseph and his male and female apprentices discovered that they were unable to cast spells.

Instead, a strong backlash of magical power occurred...

As Preston began draining their remaining mana, mana drain... the green life drain turned into blue mana drain...

The head pharmacist wore a satisfied expression...

Lorraine and her apprentice trembled with fear...

Something's not right here. Is this a warning shot? Or will Lorraine be next?

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