Chapter 151
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Chapter 151: Dragons Have Parents Too
"Aren’t you supposed to be dead too?" Greed pointed at him, saying, "Tell me! Are you trying to lead us to the mill down south, then have that warlock ambush us?"
"How is that possible?" The elf furrowed his brow, looking skeptical as he asked, "I did kill him indeed. Could it be that he came back to life when you guys arrived? Maybe I don’t understand the Orc anatomy well enough, perhaps their hearts are located near their groins."
After speaking, the elf chuckled softly, and Greed slammed the table, saying, "Be serious! You didn’t kill that warlock at all. It was the Worg who killed him. That place is the warlock’s hideout. If it wasn’t for the Worg killing him, he might have set up many traps waiting for us to fall into, come clean!"
Hearing Greed’s words, Jesse realized that there were hardly any solid signs indicating that the elf killed the body.
But simply saying that the elf didn’t do it might be too straightforward and rough…
He really couldn’t find any words to support the elf, so he could only see if Greed had any other reasons.
"That guy did set up some things to protect himself." The elf’s blue eyes dimmed slightly, he picked up a tea cup, took a sip, and said softly, "But as an elite member of the Farstriders unit, those little tricks can’t stump me. Compared to the Forest Troll, his methods are quite crude."
"So, you fell for that trap, Farstriders?" Jesse asked. Upon hearing this, the elf coughed a couple of times.
"That was a special accident under special circumstances."
He looked at Greed and said, "First, Worg is a creature from the world of orcs, and the Worgs that came through the Dark Portal to here are all trained mounts of the Horde, not wild ones. After losing their masters, those Worgs can even become warriors to help other orcs in battle. You can imagine the bond between Worg and orcs, similar to your relationship with gryphons."
"Don’t insult gryphons," the dwarf said coldly.
The elf continued, "It’s just a helpful analogy. Every Orc Warlock is a highly-ranked officer and advisor in the Horde, and I believe that warlock is no exception. Their attire and specifications are of high standards. I have fought against the orc army before and understand some aspects. Considering these two factors, what do you think the chances are of a Worg turning against its high-ranking master?"
Greed seemed to want to say something but held his words back.
He rested his arms on the table, tapping his fingers a few times as if trying to come up with another reason to regain control, but couldn’t think of anything suitable.
The elf’s lips curved slightly as he asked, "Don’t tell me you came looking for trouble, spending these past two or three months pondering and yet failing to consider such a simple conflict?"
"What?" Greed said unhappily. "What’s there to suspect?"
Jesse hadn’t said anything yet when the dwarf suddenly turned and said, "Say something. You’re usually full of wisdom, and now you’re silent? Whose side are you on?"
Jesse looked at the two people and quickly said to the elf, "Yeah, we didn’t find any arrows, only saw a snarling Worg waiting for us."
The elf said, "Even if that Orc is a warlock, his worthless life is no match for the arrow I used. If it’s not damaged, why would I leave it behind? As for the Worg, everyone needs to eat when hungry, even the body of the master is nothing special, just a pile of fat. No need to be loyal to a dead person, right?"
Hearing this, Greed lost his temper completely, he took his cane as if preparing to leave.
The elf, with his magic eye glowing with Arcane light, glanced at his cane and asked, "What’s the matter, the two of you were crippled by that Worg, so much hatred?" pointing at the arm-wrapped figure and the leg-wrapped one.
"You also know that it’s been two months," Jesse said, "These injuries were sustained elsewhere."
"Wait a minute," the elf said, "I heard that Mafra was killed by a one-eyed Wildhammer dwarf and a Stormwind mage under twenty. It couldn’t be you two, could it?"
"What is Mafra?" Jesse asked.
The elf raised his long eyebrows, smiled and said, "It’s a dragon, sorry, I was just thinking too much, but it’s too coincidental."
"The black dragon that died in Southshore?" Greed asked loudly, "That idiot who dared to mess with me, actually has a name?"
Jesse looked at him and said, "It’s normal to have a name, Greed. That dragon is so big, why haven’t his parents named him yet? It’s not like those newly hatched baby dragons."
"What? Dragons even have their parents give them names, that’s even more ridiculous than him having a name!" Greed then turned to look at Jesse.
"I was just guessing…" Jesse said.
Looking back at the table, the elf was frozen in place.
"So it’s you." He whispered, "Farstriders have been tracking Mafra for a long time. They lost track of him in Silverpine, never thought he would show up again all the way in Southshore. Although I didn’t directly participate in the Silverpine operation, I know that dragon is quite formidable. If it wasn’t for you two killing him, many Farstriders would still be risking their lives hunting him down in Hillsbrad. I apologize for my rudeness earlier, your drinks are on me."
"Too late," Greed said. "I already paid for the drinks earlier! How about you cover our lunch instead."
"No problem!"
The elf took out two gold coins from his pouch and placed them on the table. Greed’s eyes widened at the sound, seeing the displeased face of Terenas II on the coins.
"Alright, alright," the dwarf grumbled as he sat down. "I won’t hold a grudge about what happened earlier."
Instead of thinking about food like Greed does, Jesse is more interested in how these elves are tracking the black dragon.
"Since you’ve been searching for the black dragon, do you know why it’s been so active recently?"
The elf looked at Jesse and said, "Something is not right, right? Humans, you feel the same way, don’t you? It’s not convincing to explain everything only with the aftermath of the Alterac City battle."
"We all know these young dragons follow the lead of adult black dragons, who in turn serve the oldest black dragons. Although their hierarchy is not very complex, it is definitely serious. It doesn’t make sense for them to linger around wasting time for so long after the battle. If a young dragon wandered off alone, it could be explained as a coincidence, but there must be an important reason for so many young dragons appearing. The Farstriders haven’t gathered all possible clues yet on this side of Lordaeron and Dalaran…"
With a shake of his head, he said, "Though I hate to admit it, the air of distrust is spreading within the Alliance of Lordaeron. Today, elves and humans are no longer as united as they were during the war. The Kingdom of Lordaeron, as the leader, is unwilling to share crucial information with the Farstriders. Most of the time, we are on our own. The large area from Hillsbrad to Tirisfal is now under your human control, while the Quel’dorai have become outsiders. Without the assistance of local rulers, our actions are extremely difficult."
"We didn’t really get along during the war either," Greed grumbled.
The elf stared at the dwarf and said, "Of course, otherwise Ashenvale Forest wouldn’t have been burned into that state by the Red Dragon."
"Who was just all talk and no action at the start?" Greed leaned forward, saying, "The Horde’s army had already reached Khaz Modan while you were still playing around in the Hinterlands."
"You too, dwarf," the elf said coldly, "Stormwind didn’t fall overnight, did anyone see even half a dwarf beard in Elwynn Forest? The help you offered King Llane is probably not as much as the lava in Burning Steppes. At least the dark-skinned dwarves there made the Orcs hesitate, not daring to sneak attack Stormwind Keep directly from Redridge in the northeast."
"You darn well deserve it!" shouted the dwarf.
Jesse weakly tried to stop them, "Wait, please…"
"I’ll go get some food!" Greed slammed the table and stood up, saying, "Enjoy your chat."
He limped towards the bar, glancing back at his cane left behind, then continued angrily.
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