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Chapter 132 Bat Knight

Just as Lorraine was about to take revenge, a familiar figure appeared in the sky.

The purple goggles were particularly conspicuous, probably because he could see the ground clearly. Even at night, the bat rider still approached Lorraine.

A bat with a three-meter wingspan landed not far in front of Lorraine, who quickly steadied the army of death guards around him.

"Lord Carlos!"

"It really is you, Lorraine. I received news that the Plaguebringer appeared in the direction of the mines and was leading an attack on Ambermill. I was wondering if you were short-handed. Are all these your 'people'?"

The bat rider wearing goggles is none other than the Gravekeeper's commander and the Forsaken air force's frontline observer, the Windrunners... The Forsaken have been on the defensive lately, and their objective is to capture Pyrewood and Ambermill within two days, while also attempting an attack on Gilneas...

As a result, the clearing operation at the Undercity lake encountered real obstacles, as the Gravekeepers suffered air attacks from the sea and Alterac.

Large numbers of Scarlet Crusade fanatics have emerged from Tirisfal Glades and Silverpine Forest, severing all communication between Undercity and its various outposts...

As the commander of the Gravekeepers, the garrison force near Undercity, Carlos anticipated a great crisis.

He personally rode his beloved bat through the fire, contacting the rear and the elite forces of Undercity on Fenice Island... explaining the situation and the consequences. He immediately sought aid from the Horde's military ambassador, and some of the previously dormant legions reacted swiftly...

After suffering several major losses, they realized the league had been prepared all along...

The battles between the two sides broke out simultaneously in the Arathi Basin and Alterac Valley. The Frostwolf Clan's horns sounded, and the two continents trembled.

On the high seas, in the skies, in the mountains, underground, or underwater, the struggle between the Alliance and the Horde rages on simultaneously... Even on another continent, in Ashenvale of Kalimdor, the Warsong Clan and the Night Elves are already bitter enemies...

Carlos spoke eloquently, captivating Lorraine, who listened in a daze...

"Hey, Plaguebringer, don't just stand there. I'm here to check on your progress and see if you need any help. Our main focus is still on Alterac Valley for now. The Horde's main forces have all gone to Alterac Valley... These troublesome Scarlet Crusade and human mages are for you and the Forsaken warriors to deal with yourselves!"

"Huh? Mr. Carlos, you're saying we have no reinforcements?"

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"Yes and no. My main force is currently chasing that damned lich in the direction of the Eastern Plaguelands. It took the opportunity to launch a sneak attack. We must take Andorhal, otherwise the safety of Undercity cannot be guaranteed... The Alliance will send the orc and tauren warriors to hold them off for now. Arathi Basin and this area are our own territories."

"Do you still want Ambermill?"

“Yes, of course I want it. I’ve already seen it, and your plan is perfect. The Forsaken’s elite have completely blocked our retreat. Even Gilneas, with Greymane’s boasted unbreakable wall, won’t be able to hold out for long.”

The situation reversed, and Lorraine breathed a sigh of relief; his trip to Shadowfang Keep had not affected the overall situation.

Silverpine Forest is still part of Undercity!

The remaining humans around them can't cause much trouble, and the Forsaken army will inevitably march towards Arathi Highlands... but it seems they're a bit short-handed, and the enemy is quite formidable.

For example, Marcus alone on the other side and those damned Scarlet Knights...

"The enemies here are a bit troublesome, Mr. Carlos. Can that airship help me?"

"airship?"

Following Lorraine's gaze, Carlos looked up at the sky in the direction of Fenness Island, where a deadly weapon, the goblin gunboat, was hovering.

He roughly understood what Lorraine meant.

But he shook his head...

Lorraine's undead skeleton cavalry was fairly effective, but they were at a disadvantage when trying to encircle and defeat the Scarlet Paladins. If he hadn't used the drug beforehand, Archmage Atarik's human mage subordinates would have been a significant threat as well.

He didn't know how long the drug's effects would last; if it dragged on any longer, Ambermir might not be able to take down the enemy...

At least those few human mages must be dealt with.

Carlos sighed softly, "I've said it before, every Forsaken who falls is one less to be lost, and we're short-handed. This time, Undercity's [Hand of Vengeance] and [Hand of Death] deployed their elite forces, only to be ambushed from three sides. We suffered heavy losses..."

"Lorraine is counting on you. I have obtained the order. Her Majesty the Queen has decreed that if you conquer Ambermill, you will be promoted three ranks! At the same time, your title of Plaguebringer will be recognized, and you will automatically join the Wasteland Council to represent us, the Gravediggers, in Undercity's decision-making."

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"By the way, if you achieve enough merit in battle, you will also be granted an undead warhorse. If your guild achieves further success, you will be granted a fiefdom in the Western Plaguelands and the Alterac Mountains, making you a Plague Lord... plus a reward of 5000 gold coins..."

"Alright, alright, Lord Carlos, I understand. Stop making empty promises, I'm willing. I'll dedicate myself to the cause until my dying breath!"

Lorraine swallowed her longing saliva...

He blurted out a proverb his teacher had taught him, regardless of whether Carlos could understand the final vow.

Carlos nodded. He still needed to make contact. "The gunships in the sky will provide support as needed, so you don't need to worry too much. If things go wrong, you can retreat."

"The battlefield is ever-changing, so do your best to survive! Lorraine, I'm waiting for you to return to Her Majesty Queen Sylvanas on behalf of us Gravekeepers!"

Having said that, Carlos ignored the remaining enemies opposite him and continued to fly over the heads of the humans, approaching Dalaran to observe further...

Watching Centurion Carlos ride away on his bat into the distance, the Plaguebringer Lorraine began to worry for him...

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Turning around abruptly, he saw the familiar human knight standing alone before his army, seemingly wanting to say something but hesitating...

"Lorraine? Is that you?"

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