Chapter 149

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Chapter 149: Dear Mr. Seso

Duchamp took his robe off the hanger and rushed out the door, Jesse sat on the stairs for a moment, muttering to himself, "Dragonslayer…"

Although Jesse knew that his best friend was his own brother, pretending to feel no disappointment was also false.

But he couldn’t tell anyone what he had really done to the dragon, making everyone believe that Greed had delivered the critical blow to the black dragon, thus hiding the truth and protecting himself.

As long as he killed the dragon, helped the townspeople of Southshore, avenged the injured and harmed, and saved Greed, the title of dragon slaying hero would suffice.

Thinking this way was somewhat comforting to himself.

Jesse scratched his head, feeling a slight headache coming on.

He went upstairs back to his room, remembering the moment when he faced the black dragon. He even started to doubt if he had imagined casting a spell because he wanted so badly to defeat the dragon.

He kept lying until he started to believe it himself.

So, he didn’t actually cast any Life Drain spell. He simply passed out after being affected by the black dragon’s dark magic, having a nightmare because of the influence of Shadow Power.

How can he find out what really happened then? If only Saenor was still here, he definitely witnessed everything.

And now that imp doesn’t know where it went. Maybe it got so scared of the Arcane power of Dalaran, the magical city, that it jumped off a cliff or something when it was taken there.

"Did you call me just now?"

Saenor suddenly appeared beside him, scaring Jesse so much that he grabbed him and ran up the stairs back to his room door.

"Why did you suddenly appear? Why didn’t you come out earlier?"

He looked downstairs and realized that besides himself and the imp, there was no one else in the house, which made him feel relieved.

But this is Dalaran…

Jesse glanced out of the window, ever since Dalaran became a base for fighting demons two years ago, if Saenor suddenly appeared on the street and a few Arcane Sentries popped up in the sky to eliminate him, Jesse wouldn’t be surprised.

"Because there was someone in the house just now, master. If there’s someone in the house, I wouldn’t have shown myself. It was your command!"

"You carried it out thoroughly, deserving praise," Jesse said. "Now, I have a question for you."

Imp jumped up and down, stood straight and said, "Please, master!"

"When dealing with that black dragon, did you sense what was happening outside? I’ll be honest, did you sense my spell casting?"

"Of course I did," Saenor affirmed. "You used Life Drain to kill the black dragon, but, of course, it was already in bad shape. Otherwise, you would have been in big trouble… You’re not angry with me for being honest, are you?"

"No, I’m not."

Jesse not only wasn’t angry at all, but also his little bit of dissatisfaction faded away bit by bit.

If it weren’t for the hammer of Greed, things might have turned out differently.

He was always within the range of the black dragon’s attacks and could easily get burnt to a crisp.

Greed was definitely the true Dragonslayer, while he felt like a mess when facing the dragon, not at all like a hero.

"We are now in Dalaran, where the most powerful human mages live, and these mages hate demons," Jesse said to Saenor, "So, for your own safety, you might need to hide in that bag for a while."

"Got it!" imp said, then jumped back in.

Jesse intended to seal the bag, but then noticed the letter he brought here to sell to a noble who wanted to learn Orcish Language, a secret order from Teron Gorefiend.

Thinking back to the attack on Alterac Valley by Teron Gorefiend, which led to the Orc crisis spreading across the mountains… including the issue of the rampaging black dragon. He had always felt something was off about the situation.

The black dragon flew to Southshore, seemingly not targeting anything specific, his attacks were random, burning wherever he flew.

The black dragons of Azeroth were not solitary wild monsters. They lived for eating people, animals, and stealing treasures, growing as large as possible as their dragon nature demanded.

The ancient black dragons of Azeroth, including Deathwing and his first generation of children, ruled over the Blackwing Legion. Adult dragons, young dragons, hatchlings – they all followed the orders of these ancient leaders.

A young dragon who dared to attack the important stronghold of Southshore, risking its life in the process, would not have randomly committed the act or acted out of personal vendetta.

In addition to what Duchamp just mentioned, more than just Southshore has been attacked by black dragons.

What do they really want?

Why are these young dragons causing trouble everywhere? Could it be to weaken Dalaran’s forces, luring them away, and then launching a concentrated attack on Dalaran?

It’s not possible.

Although Deathwing did later attack Dalaran for real, it was to create a fake death that would deceive the world and pave the way for his next plan.

And that fake death was quite a failure, as Red Dragonmage Krasus noticed something amiss.

Is it necessary to create a grand fake death, going through all these maneuvers and wasting lives? It would be more fitting to confront them when Dalaran is most heavily guarded, making everyone believe that the death of the black dragon patriarch was the result of a collective effort of the entire magical kingdom.

Hold on, Jesse’s back of the neck was sweating coldly.

He opened the order that he had translated from beginning to end.

This time he found something that he didn’t notice when he first translated it because he was new to the Orcish runes – a tense issue!

Teron Gorefiend’s written instruction to collect three artifacts is not in the present tense, but in the future tense.

The letter wanted to convey that the collection of the three artifacts is about to be completed, instructing his subordinate, Angol, a suspected Death Knight, to quickly travel through the Dark Portal to the Horde to welcome the new leader.

The emphasis is on about to, not already completed!

So, which artifact is still missing?

The raid on Alterac City has ended, which was the condition Teron Gorefiend promised to the Perenolde Royal Family in exchange for the Book of Medivh. He must have the Book of Medivh now.

The order stated that Gul’dan is dead, and the Horde has elected a new leader, Ner’zhul.

After his defeat in the Horde, Gul’dan went to the legendary Tomb of Sargeras to try to consume the evil power left by the dark Titan on Azeroth. However, he ended up releasing countless demons buried there, which led to his own death. The Black Tooth Grin clan Orcs who followed Gul’dan escaped back from the sea, bringing news of Gul’dan’s death and the presence of the Scepter of Sargeras. It was then that Ner’zhul decided to send Teron Gorefiend and the Death Knights to the Tomb of Sargeras to seize the scepter from the demons.

So, has the Scepter of Sargeras been obtained yet?

Everything became uncertain when time shifted.

As for the third artifact… the Eye of Dalaran, stored in the Kirin Tor vault, was not mentioned in the letter from beginning to end.

That was the only artifact personally taken by Teron Gorefiend. Between the 7th and 8th years after the Dark Portal, he infiltrated Dalaran and stole the treasure while his minions distracted the mages.

Teron was able to enter and exit Dalaran smoothly with the help of Deathwing’s offspring, the black dragons!

Could the rampaging black dragons in Hillsbrad be the ones trying to distract the mages to help Teron enter Dalaran without much resistance?

Initially, this translation error had no impact on Jesse personally. Even if the translation was accurate in Stormwind at that time, it wouldn’t have mattered to him at all.

But now things are different. He is in Dalaran City, and if Teron Gorefiend plans to sneak in, Jesse might be in danger too. Of course, these are just his speculations based on the letter. To be sure, he needs to find out if the Eye of Dalaran is still in the city.

"Master Caro Duchamp! I’m back again, you know what I want to ask… Oh? Master? Did you leave the door open when you went out? Is there someone in the room?"

Suddenly hearing Greed’s voice, Jesse’s heart twitched, and all the confusion he had about losing the title of "Dragonslayer" disappeared.

He walked out of the room, and just then he bumped into the dwarf who was hurrying up.

When they met each other, the dwarf immediately protected his cane and rushed forward to tackle Jesse, and pinned him to the floor in an instant.

"You little rascal…" he shook Jesse’s neck frantically and said, "You scared me to death!"

"Let go…" Jesse grabbed the dwarf’s rock-like wrist and squeezed out two words from his almost crushed throat, "Let go!"

Jesse pushed him away, and Greed staggered back a few steps, grabbing the railing to rest for a while before saying, "You have recovered really well, Jesse, your strength has increased a lot!"

Hearing this, Jesse felt something was not quite right, but he still said, "You almost choked me to death, damn it, I’m really fighting for my life here."

After saying this, he sat back against the wall, only then noticing that Greed’s arms were wrapped in thick bandages.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"What else can I expect? I hit a dragon on the head, you can’t expect me to not lose a single hair, right?" Greed picked up his cane and leaned it against the stair railing, saying, "But these are all minor things, I’ll recover quickly. I fell and injured my leg, but us dwarves can fully recover from such injuries with just two weeks of rest. My leg is already feeling better now."

"Are you sure?" Jesse asked. "Can a broken bone really heal in just two weeks?"

"Of course, but the priests in Southshore have helped with many treatments, so I’m not crippled," Greed added, "at least not permanently crippled."

Jesse glanced at Greed’s eyepatch and said, "As long as you fully recover, that’s all that matters. I’ll take care of you during this time."

"You should take care of yourself first," Greed chuckled. "Yesterday, I thought you’d be bedridden for life. I even considered asking for your parents’ address to send you there. But now, besides your father in Seso, I know nothing."

"There’s only our family in Lordaeron called Seso, while Brill has a few more," Jesse said. "Anyway, thanks for your concern, Dragonslayer!"

"If slaying a young dragon makes me a Dragonslayer," Greed said, "then it’s nothing special. Three young dragons have been taken down in the past two days alone, but only the one we encountered was south of Alterac Mountain. In total, we probably have produced over a dozen Dragonslayers, including you, Jesse. It’s just that when they were celebrating with the dragon heads, you were unconscious. But no one denies your contribution simply because you weren’t there."

"What contribution did I make?" Jesse asked.

Greed glanced downstairs, then stared at Jesse sideways, whispering, "I know what you did, Jesse. I was awake at that time but couldn’t move. I heard everything. You used Black Magic to kill that dragon, right?"

"Well… I guess so," Jesse nodded.

"What do you mean, ‘guess so’?" Greed leaned in and said softly, "I saw that dragon wilt under your magic, its scales fading. Do you think I haven’t seen that kind of magic before? Don’t forget, I was a warrior in the Orc War. I’ve heard of those Orc Warlocks who can extract enemies’ lives with terrifying magic. Am I wrong?"

"I did it to save you," Jesse said. "You won’t tell those Southshore soldiers about this directly, will you?"

"Am I foolish?" Greed said. "I told them I saw you use arcane magic to attract the black dragon’s attention, giving the soldiers a chance to kill it. As for what arcane magic, well, I’m just a foolish Dwarf Wildhammer, I wouldn’t understand it. If you don’t want to get caught, you better learn a similar spell quickly. I heard about something like a Slow Spell… Oh, and you can say you used a Light Spell to blind its eyes."

Jesse breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "Thanks, Greed."

"No need to be polite, dear Mr. Seso," Greed replied in a affected Lordaeron accent. "By the magic you use, you’re already one of the most evil warlocks I’ve ever seen."

Jesse glanced at his Warlock Pack by his side, thinking about opening it to show you what’s inside, so he could remove the "one of" soon.

Greed exclaimed, "Well well, wicked warlock, let’s go out for a drink! Dalaran may be full of prissy girls, but the drinks there are outstanding. Those elves idle all day, but they sure know how to make drinks!"

Jesse originally wanted to say that his burned arm had not fully recovered yet, but then he thought, "Forget it."

"Let’s go! I need to leave a note for the teacher."

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