mtlumby2d Chapter 607 Awakening from the Dream at the Bottom of the Valley
Chapter 607 Awakening from the Dream at the Bottom of the Valley
Perhaps he was too tired, but Old Chen's fine wine and food were so intoxicating that the Forgotten One, Lorraine, gradually lost consciousness and fell into a deep sleep.
When he awoke, Lorraine's Eye of Ice and Eye of the Dead reignited, and the person involved was jolted awake.
Lorraine suddenly sat up from the grass...
He looked around in surprise.
The surrounding area consisted of layers of ancient stone paths, with some weeds growing out of them; the terrain was close to the valley floor. Looking back, a large fog obscured most of the view, but the outlines of the pyramids could be vaguely discerned.
......
"Old Chen?"
Lorraine blurted out...
There was no response.
Pandaren Stormbrew & Chen Mingming prepared a large feast to entertain the undead guests who had descended from the altar. Everyone chatted happily, talking freely and frankly, toasting and drinking heartily.
A forgotten person who shouldn't be affected by hunger, pain, or fear was somehow intoxicated by strong liquor from the mortal world.
This is probably no ordinary beverage; is it some kind of miraculous fountain of life?
"Godos! Yegosh! Azalan!"
Realizing something was wrong, the necromancer urgently summoned his three underlings.
These three were Death Knights, or perhaps the newest, most powerful, tireless, and sleepless intelligent beings. Because of the bodyguards on guard, Lorraine instinctively lowered her guard and began drinking heartily with her friends.
But...
What's going on now?
The Panda Brewmaster has disappeared...
Everything was as if nothing had happened. The legendary Pandaren, the guardians of the Storm Altar?
Storm Tavern on the Cliff...
A secret realm within a secret realm, a powerful yet kind second special friend...
Compared to the Tauren Gamor, who's such a goofball, the Pandaren Stormbringer & Chen is clearly much more sophisticated, powerful, wise, and kind... It's a pleasure to be around him; there's delicious food, fine wine, and he's open-minded and cheerful.
She's the perfect ideal friend for me...
A friendship between gentlemen, the spirit of a chivalrous hero, a reclusive master, a connoisseur of food, capable of both physical strength and skill, a skilled conversationalist... versatile, capable of both refined and rustic pursuits, skilled in fishing and fighting, fiercely opposed to evil, with clear likes and dislikes...
Effortless, straightforward, calm, and arrogant...
The teacher's second personality influenced Lorraine, and Lorraine seemed to have found a soulmate in the teacher.
Although it was only a brief time together, it felt like an eternity...
In contrast, Lilith and her fellow members of the Deathwhisperer guild were friends, companions, and comrades-in-arms... while the Pandaren Brewmaster, whom she met by chance, was a dream friend...
I don't know when it started, but the normal friendship between real men has been corrupted by evil.
The Old Gods not only corrupted the Titan Guardians, but also the order and conscience of the entire real world, distorting morality and reincarnation. They turned the beautiful into the evil, and the real into nothingness. The power of the Void is terrifying, and its corrupting influence is evident...
In a daze, Lorraine recalled the words the Pandaren Brewmaster had spoken during her last moment of lucidity.
"Blow it!"
Touching her neck, she found a bamboo flute...
Lorraine instinctively started playing the bamboo flute. A clear and short note echoed at the bottom of the canyon. Lorraine looked around, hoping to see his chubby friend who had just been arm in arm with him, raising his glass and chatting away.
But all that could be heard was the clear sound of a bamboo flute; there was no other sound...
It seemed a dark cloud had appeared overhead, sprinkling down a few drops of soft rain. Then, looking up again... the cloud parted, revealing a burst of intense, dazzling sunlight...
The world of fissures, down to the underground canyons...
The clouds parted, revealing blinding sunlight...
"It's...dawn!"
Lorraine absentmindedly patted his forehead, a wave of dizziness, numbness, and stinging pain washing over his head.
A necromancer got drunk, stayed drunk all night, and woke up with a headache the next day... Is that plausible? Absolutely not... The Pandaren Brewmaster's Stormbrew can make people forget their troubles, cure diseases, purify their anger, and return them to peace.
After Lorraine's headache subsided, she suddenly felt a sense of relief throughout her body.
Sunlight shone on the deep canyon floor, and not far away were some sandy riverbeds... This seemed to be the bottom of an underground river valley.
Last night, I was having drinks at Panda Wine Immortal's house. I was still on a cliff peak, but when I woke up, I was in a valley... Panda Wine Immortal Old Chen said to play the flute, but there was no response.
Upon careful recollection, it seems the other person meant to blow the whistle only when in danger...
The sun blazed down, the river flowed clear, and the uneven terrain made Lorraine realize that time was running out.
The day passed by in a blur of eating and drinking.
Drinking will cause trouble!
I can't remember what happened after that, but I can't forget what happened before!
"Yegosh, Godos! Azalan, where have you been? Are you still breathing?!"
Lorraine called out to his underlings again. He had now reached the lowest point of the crevice he had always wanted to descend to. After searching for a long time, he found an extra bamboo flute, but something important was missing. His underlings were also nowhere to be found.
Old Chen's assurance about Lilith's safety seemed to be completely ignored...
Drinking will cause trouble!
Drinking makes you forget things!
A little wine is pleasant, but getting drunk can make you lose your composure!
The necromancer Lorraine was devastated. Lilith's safety and the search for her teacher's body had likely exceeded the deadline given by her adoptive father!
Thirty days!
Is today still the thirtieth day?
Where am I...?
"Where are you? Lilith! Old Chen! *burp*"
A final burp rose in his throat, and Lorraine vaguely felt a return to the feeling of being human... Unfortunately, this hangover was far from comfortable; the soothing effect of the wine had turned into a numbing, stinging sensation in his nerves...
Even his hands and feet became uncoordinated, and his abdomen churned...
Heart-wrenching pain, the surge of life brings agony to the departed...
While his body writhed, Lorraine unleashed the full power of his right necromantic rune eye, sending out a wave that made his soul tremble... He then activated the Eye of Frost, unleashing the chill of death to calm himself.
As the soul's energy spreads far and wide...
A moment later... a large group of dark figures suddenly emerged from the mist at the mountaintop. Leading them were none other than the three death knight commanders themselves, utterly panicked and terrified. They practically tumbled and crawled down from the heights...
Upon seeing Lorraine, the necromancer, exuding a chilling aura, revealed a fierce glint in his eyes...
The master was furious, and the souls of the three loyal servants began to tremble...
Similar to the Lich King's authority over his puppets, Yegosh was the first to kneel on one knee:
"Master, it's so good that you're alright. We failed in our duty; we were guarding you in the courtyard, but soon dark clouds gathered, lightning flashed, and a fierce wind arose. In the blink of an eye, you and the entire courtyard vanished. If we hadn't heard your calls, we would never have been able to find you..."
Godos and Azaran bowed their heads, repeatedly saying they tried their best to rush into the storm, but the storm's power repelled the Death Knights, and even with their utmost effort, they could only watch helplessly as their master disappeared before their eyes...
I don't know why either.
......
The three henchmen corroborated each other's claims, steadfastly guarding their master while he drank and ate meat, then rode the wind away, completely powerless to stop them...
Whose fault is it...?
Lorraine tried to extract memories from their minds, replaying scenes and sensing their thought processes, quickly confirming that his underlings weren't lying. But why did Old Chen leave without saying goodbye?
The bamboo flute hanging from his nose confirmed that last night's drinking was not a hallucination.
But Old Chen's sudden disappearance left him inexplicably asleep in the grass at the bottom of the valley, and the next day dawned.
Was I politely escorted out of the country?
Or perhaps Old Chen has other secrets he doesn't want to tell me.
Looking back and up, the mysterious, pyramid-shaped altar, layered and shrouded in mist, truly resembles a great secret realm.
"Wait, didn't Old Chen say he would guarantee Lilith's safety? Lilith!"
After eating and drinking his fill and taking a long nap, the necromancer suddenly remembered the necromancer... By now, she's probably all dead.
Lorraine, oh Lorraine, you gluttonous, drunken, opportunistic, and treacherous fellow, do you truly care about the safety of your teachers and companions? Have you forgotten your adoptive father's mission, the Queen's and Warrior's responsibility, the goal of being a guardian of the Council of Tirisfal, and your lifelong ambition to become an archmage...?
"Don't forget!"
Lorraine glared at Godos, who seemed to understand and quickly pulled out a Shadow Magic Orb from his person.
The little shadow demon "Little Beauty" inside the sphere remained active. Upon reaching the bottom of the valley, its tentacles quickly fixed themselves on the slope leading up the other side of the cliff...
"Miss Lilith has started moving again..."
"Then what are we waiting for... let's go!"
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