Chapter 113

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Chapter 113: There Is Still Much to Learn

In the nighttime forest, in the distance, the refugee camp was lit up with scattered starry lights of campfires, and there were murmurs of conversations.

Greed looked up at the moon shining clearly between the treetops and said, "Let’s stay here, the moonlight can still shine here, while everywhere else is pitch black."

Jesse nodded, took off his cloak carefully and placed it aside, leaving only a small shirt. It got a little chilly when the wind blew.

"Don’t you want to keep that new cloak of the king?" Greed asked.

Hearing this, Jesse glanced at Greed, unsure if he was joking or asking that question literally.

Does Azeroth have the famous story of the king’s new clothes? After living here for nearly 20 years, he started to mix up stories from two different worlds.

"Of course, I cherish it." Jesse picked up the wooden sword leaning against the tree trunk and said, "Repairing it once costs dozens of silver, it would bankrupt me."

Greed grinned and said, "Then let’s come here every day to practice sword fighting, slowly turning you into a master swordsman. The minor characters here won’t be able to touch you, so you won’t have to worry about ruining your clothes. See, there are so many benefits to practicing swordsmanship, you can even save money."

"There are always people better than others, some of the minor characters here can still challenge us." Jesse said, "But of course, there are many benefits to practicing swordsmanship. Dealing with mage stuff all day is tiring enough, plus some random messy things. Going out with you for activities is much more relaxing."

Greed nodded and said, "I feel the same way, Jesse."

The dwarf picked up a sword and said, "We haven’t seen each other for so long, let’s have a real fight first, to see if you’ve improved."

Saying that, he slowly raised the sword with both hands, aiming the tip of the sword at Jesse.

His playful expression gradually cooled down, Jesse looked at his appearance, although the dwarf was holding a wooden sword, he still had a quite intimidating presence.

Those were a pair of eyes that had seen many enemies fall.

Jesse instinctively avoided eye contact, shrugged his shoulders, and held the wooden sword steady, getting ready.

Greed said, "Come on, attack!"

Jesse remembered the techniques taught by Greed, held the sword steady facing the enemy, and slowly moved closer. The opponent did not step back or adjust position, just staring intently.

He suddenly raised the sword and took a step forward to strike down, but the dwarf effortlessly deflected this downward strike with a twist of his wrist.

This deflection did not disrupt Jesse’s rhythm, he quickly counterattacked… but Greed was even faster, his sword thrusting forward, entwining with Jesse’s sword a few times on its path, then managing to continue forward with strength, aiming straight for Jesse’s waist!

Jesse quickly raised his sword to block and stepped back, the clashing sounds ringing out in the chaos, with the dwarf’s sword tip hitting his hand along his own blade and guard.

This series of clashes only lasted for two or three seconds.

"Hiss…"

Jesse grinned, switched his sword to his other hand, and slightly squeezed his sore right hand that was hit.

If this were a real fight, his hand would probably be useless. He thought his movements were fast and strong enough, but against the dwarf, his threat was limited.

Greed did not pursue the attack, he stopped his movements, his expression unchanged, and said nothing.

Jesse took two steps back, pondering how to break through the opponent’s defense, while the dwarf’s confident and almost disdainful gaze made it difficult for him to focus on tactics.

Honestly, the battle with the Naga had boosted his confidence in close combat, so now facing ruffians like Erlan did not intimidate him much.

But all the confidence he had gained during this time was diminished by Greed’s gaze in just that moment.

The weirdest thing was, the dwarf didn’t say a word, didn’t make a sound, just stayed silent, staring, making his image drift further and further away from Jesse’s familiar drinking and eating Greed, looking more and more like a completely unfamiliar Dwarf Wildhammer.

In the end, he was no longer Greed, but a true elite of Aerie Peak, a killing machine that had once rampaged through the Amani army, a death rider on a gryphon in the pine forests of Hinterlands, striking fear into trolls and orcs at the sound of his wings.

It was just a wounded eye, nothing more.

Jesse tried hard to push away these increasingly scattered thoughts, focusing his attention as much as possible on his sword.

Stay calm, be patient, stay focused.

He told himself this as he adjusted the tip of the sword, preparing for the next attack.

Jesse moved closer step by step, almost within striking distance, muscles tensing again for a thrust. This time, he would make Greed unable to resist, clumsily backing off, then take advantage to stab his opponent’s arm…

Unexpectedly, Greed suddenly shouted loudly, disrupting Jesse’s rhythm instantly. Not only was the stab not strong or fast enough, even his footwork became chaotic. Greed effortlessly sidestepped the haphazard thrust, kicking Jesse in the waist and knocking him to the ground.

Greed laughed heartily, saying, "Get up, try again."

Jesse spat out the mud and weeds from his mouth, stretched his waist, stood still, then looked back at Greed.

Is this what you call a frustrated roar?

However, as he was getting up, he had already come up with a new strategy.

While attacking, he used a Light Spell to blind Greed’s remaining eye, then charged forward to see if he could figure it out. Jesse took a step and rushed forward, raising his sword with one hand from a distance away, Greed glanced at the tip of his sword, then at his arm, noticing a change in expression on his face.

"Liusa!"

Suddenly, Jesse extended his left hand and released a burst of light, but under the pitch-black night, this light not only shone across to the opposite side, but also onto himself.

His vision turned white, so he swung the sword fiercely in the approximate direction of Greed, but only hit air.

The Light Spell disappeared, Jesse felt a strange force behind him pushing him forward, causing him to fly out and fall on the muddy ground, sliding a distance.

Before he could get up, his lower back and buttocks began to ache.

"So you think you can trick me with these little tricks, huh?" Greed smiled and said, "But honestly, you’ve improved a lot, Jesse. It’s only been about a month, or maybe just half a month since we started sword training. I think you’re better than most sword fighters I’ve seen in Stormwind. Your attacks are really threatening, so I have to take you seriously and can’t relax like I did at the beginning."

"So don’t be discouraged," he said as he helped Jesse up, "After all, you’re facing a skilled opponent!"

Jesse wiped his mouth and asked, "How did you know I was going to use magic?"

Greed patted his stomach and said, "Haha! Compared to those Elf Mages and trolls, you practically have ‘I’m going to use magic’ written on your forehead. When we were in Redridge, and I mentioned having experience dealing with mages, was I joking with you?"

"But to be honest, if you were planning to use your Fear against me, I might not have a good way to deal with it, Jesse Seso. But since we’re practicing sword fighting, let’s not use highly destructive magic against each other. Our goal is to improve our skills, not to defeat each other, right?"

"I wasn’t planning to use it anyway."

Jesse brushed off the dry leaves on his body, thinking about the day he killed the Naga on the coast of Westfall, and feeling a bit disappointed that Greed hadn’t seen it.

Looking back now, Greed probably didn’t know how many monsters stronger than that little enchantress he had defeated. If he had been on the beach that day, the enchantress wouldn’t have been able to cast even the first Curse of Weakness before he smashed her head.

He still had a long way to go in his sword training.