Chapter 583

Chapter 583: Nothing Lasts Forever

After eating their fill, Greed leaned back in his chair and asked, "I have always been curious, Jesse, about Rexxar, the Half-orc we saw before. Is his father an Ogre or his mother?"

"They are a group," explained Jesse. "A mix of Orcs and Ogres, he is one of them in that group."

"That guy is really interesting, Jesse," Greed said. "I look forward to seeing him again, and maybe having a friendly fight to see who is stronger. He throws axes just as well as me!"

"But that bear must not help, darn it," he added.

Jesse burped and said, "If you get knocked down, don’t make excuses."

"How is that possible!" Greed exclaimed. "I am a Wildhammer warrior, I would never lose face! But the Wildhammer warriors are a bit tired now, do you think they will let us sleep on the street?"

"I don’t think so…" Jesse peeked outside.

Of course not, during the night the sentries led Jesse and his group to the second floor of another large wooden house, where there were no rooms or corridors, just a spacious hall with many wooden beds neatly arranged.

But calling it a terrible dormitory was an understatement; each bed came with a dressing table and chair, even a beautiful, old-fashioned wardrobe with rare vine-shaped patterns, and a mirror made of an unknown material on the dressing table.

Perhaps this was just the Night Elves’ living habits.

Greed lay down on the bed and started snoring. Mosa lay on another bed beside, even though the sturdy wooden bed did not collapse immediately and could barely fit her hooves, the Tauren tossed and turned for a while feeling uncomfortable, eventually rolled off onto the floor and fell asleep.

Jesse sneakily glanced at the mirror, it had been a long time since he had seen himself. Now, he had curly short beard and stubble all over his face, his hair was a mess like weeds, covered in various dust and dirt, plus bandages on his shoulders, he looked like a survivor who had just crawled out of a trench after months.

He couldn’t help but laugh, Vereesa standing by the balcony railing glanced over at him.

Jesse wiped the dust off his face and asked her, "Do I look like a madman?"

"More like a Farstriders rescued from a troll village." Vereesa chuckled.

"Okay." Jesse cleared his throat and asked, "Aren’t you going to sleep?"

"I have had plenty of sleep these days, not tired now." Vereesa said, "And have you forgotten that I am a Quel’dorei?"

"It doesn’t seem that simple to me, this Quel’dorei, I sense you have something on your mind." Jesse walked over to lean against the door and asked.

In fact, Jesse had a rough idea of what Vereesa was thinking about since Shandris Feathermoon mentioned the dilemma faced by the residents of Eldre’Thalas, Vereesa had become somewhat distracted.

"Okay, I was thinking, if Sunwell…"

Speaking of this, she struggled to swallow, looking extremely uncomfortable.

Sure enough, Jesse guessed right.

"Did you think of your hometown when hearing about the residents of Eldre’Thalas?"

"In Quel’Thalas, it’s impossible to discuss this topic." Vereesa said, "Magic addiction, many Quel’dorai refuse to acknowledge its existence. But it’s just self-comfort, everyone knows that once the energy of Sunwell is depleted or destroyed, it’s doomsday for us."

"Before the Horde broke through our defenses, most young Quel’dorai had never considered this possibility. Quel’danil Lodge is impregnable, Silvermoon City never falls. After all, the Amani Empire has not shaken all this for thousands of years, but Orcs… I don’t know, Jesse…"

Jesse glanced at the dark forest and gloomy towers in the distance, saying, "Even the Well of Eternity cannot exist eternally, Vereesa."

Vereesa seemed completely unprepared for Jesse’s words, she gasped openly, turned to look at him, her eyes showing a hint of complaint, but more of a complex emotion that was completely unfathomable.

Jesse said, "I only have a few decades to live. If you were in my shoes, you might not worry about Sunwell. But you can live for thousands of years, and you want to become a ranger lord, maybe one day you will be a Ranger-General. If even a Quel’dorai like you doesn’t consider the safety of Sunwell, then Sunwell will definitely perish sooner or later."

"But we are allies, Lordaeron, Kingdom of Stormwind, and Quel’Thalas. Before I die, if one day there is trouble with the Sunwell, I will show up in Quel’Thalas, of course, on the condition that you open the door for me."

"Definitely!"

Vereesa whispered, she looked down at the sea shrouded in mist, the faint glow of Arcane stars on the pier, her silver hair swaying in the wind covering her face.

"Greed will also help." Jesse leaned on the railing and said, "I spoke on his behalf directly."

The elf asked with a suppressed smile, "Do you still want money?"

"If there’s a fight, we definitely can’t work for free." Jesse said, "But I guess by then I should have bought a house and will give you a good price as a friend."

Vereesa finally couldn’t help but laugh, gently pushing Jesse, who also smiled, but his smile quickly disappeared.

He didn’t know how the ranger imagined that moment, but now all he could think of was fierce skeletal warriors, a legion of zombies, black knights riding death steeds, a multitude of wailing ghouls, abominations swinging bloodied axes, and the plague mushrooms in the corrupt forest…

Among the vast undead army, the gray-haired prince holding a frosty sword was looking at himself expressionlessly.

Many years later, a natural disaster broke out, Lordaeron was destroyed, Terenas II was stabbed to death by his own son, Arthas Menethil, while holding the Frostmourne on the throne.

The entire kingdom quickly fell into the hands of this king who killed his father, turning all the people of Lordaeron into undead after the disaster, he immediately led his army north to attack the kingdom of Quel’Thalas.

He killed Vereesa’s sister, Ranger-General Sylvanas, and cruelly turned her into a ghostly banshee under his control. After breaking through the walls of Silvermoon City, he mercilessly killed King Anasterian Sunstrider in a duel.

In the end, he destroyed the Sunwell, along with all hope in Quel’Thalas.

A few years ago, when thinking about all this, he would have just wanted to get his parents out of Lordaeron, and stay in the relatively safe Stormwind until it was all over.

But now, at this moment, looking at Vereesa who was standing beside him with a smile on her face, he couldn’t shake off that thought from his mind.

– I must stop all of this.

"What are you thinking?" Vereesa asked.

"Nothing." Jesse snapped out of his thoughts and rubbed his face, saying, "I might be a little tired, probably not energetic enough to chat with you all night here."

"It’s okay," Vereesa said. "Go to sleep, thank you, Jesse. I won’t have a chance to talk about this with another Quel’dorai, maybe not even with Sylvanas."

Jesse nodded and walked into the room. Vereesa suddenly said, "By the way, how do you think I did today, facing that Sentry General?"

"A qualified ranger captain."

Jesse gave a thumbs up, then flopped onto the bed. Vereesa smiled and lightly bit her lip.