Chapter 152

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Chapter 152: Distracted

The elf sighed deeply as she watched the dwarf’s back, then turned around and said, "Sorry for the show, human. By the way, what’s your name? We seem quite familiar, but we have not exchanged names yet."

"Jesse Seso."

"Ah, Seso. It sounds like a surname from ancient Tirisfal language. So, you are from Lordaeron. Why did you come to Stormwind to study magic? Are you trying to keep as far away from Quel’Thalas as the dwarf does?" The elf asked with a smile.

"No special reason." Jesse casually answered, "Of course, if Quel’Thalas allowed outsiders in, I would have studied there."

"Do you think there are no outsiders here now?" the elf said mysteriously.

Seeing the elf’s unhappy expression, Jesse guessed who he was referring to.

The first ranger among humans now, the future loyal ranger lord to the Dark Queen called "The Withering Ranger" is probably already training in Quel’Thalas, and the organization training him is the Farstriders. This human’s presence has caused widespread dissatisfaction among everyone in Quel’Thalas, from princes to rangers.

Of course, at this time he was still Nasanoth Maris, a young man who eagerly wanted to learn the skills of elves, return to Lordaeron to train more excellent warriors to serve the royal family, protect the people progress. For now, the distance from becoming an undead servant who will do anything for Sylvanas’s victory is far away. The elf waved his hand and said, "Let’s not dwell on irrelevant matters. I am Kaffir Brightwing, as I mentioned before, I am a member of the Farstriders. I apologize for what happened in Duskwood that day. I was there on the orders of the Ranger-General, looking for Orc tracks, and helping a friend gather some special herbs. It was a conflict that should never have happened."

"Brightwing? Who is Haduren Brightwing to you?" Jesse asked curiously.

Kaffir replied, "I can only confirm that he is a relative of mine. As for our specific blood relationship, I’m not quite sure, and I’m not interested in finding out. By the way, you seem to know a lot about the Farstriders. Is Captain Haduren famous in your world?"

"I’m not sure," Jesse said. "I’ve heard people mention him. After all, he is quite a formidable ranger."

Kaffir nodded, "There is no doubt about that."

Jesse mentioned the matter of the black dragon, intending to subtly inquire about any information on the Eye of Dalaran from him, but somehow ended up discussing the Farstriders.

He tried to bring the conversation back, "Speaking of the Black Dragon… I wonder, has Dalaran been attacked recently?"

"You mean the Black Dragon?" Kaffir asked.

"Anyone," Jesse said.

"Being protected by the magic of the Kirin Tor, this city has not suffered any real damage for a long time, even when the Horde attempted to attack here during the Orc War, it was futile in the end," Kaffir chuckled and shook his head, saying, "Unless someone can organize a massive army like when the Horde attacked Quel’Thalas again, it’s impossible to even think about it."

Jesse rested his chin on his hand, listening to Kaffir talk about Dalaran’s strong but slightly inferior magic defenses compared to Quel’Thalas. He understood that Dalaran had not yet been attacked by Teron Gorefiend, and the Eye of Dalaran should still be safely kept in the treasury of the Kirin Tor.

The Eye of Dalaran was the crucial foundation of the magical defenses of Dalaran at this time. After it was stolen, the support of the entire city’s defense system shifted to the ruler himself, which was the leader of the Kirin Tor, the archmage Antonidas.

However, it was clear that the power of Antonidas, this old mage, was definitely far less compared to the Eye of Dalaran, which was a powerful artifact specifically designed to channel arcane energy. Since then, this magical city had become very vulnerable.

Kaffir explained in detail, and Jesse listened attentively, but throughout this process, Kaffir never mentioned the Eye of Dalaran.

This Elf Ranger roughly understood how Dalaran’s outer defenses operated, but did not know the true source of its power.

Jesse is feeling a bit worried now. As an apprentice far away in Stormwind, should he know about the Eye of Dalaran?

The letter mentioned three special artifacts, but it didn’t say exactly what they were. He couldn’t just show the letter to a Kirin Tor Mage and say, "Does the Eye of Dalaran belong to these three Sacred Tools?" Teron Gorefiend knew where these artifacts were because he used to be Gul’dan’s most trusted assistant.

Initially, Gul’dan wanted him to search for many treasures, including these three artifacts, to help the Horde conquer the well-guarded Quel’Thalas with its magical barriers. But before Teron could make any progress, Gul’dan fell out of favor and deemed the Horde’s failure, deciding to personally search for his most valued Tomb of Sargeras instead.

The clues to these treasures were all told to Gul’dan by Medivh, or rather by Sargeras possessing Medivh, with the aim of causing chaos in the entire Azeroth.

How could Jesse possibly know the secrets known only by Medivh, Sargeras, and the Kirin Tor leaders?

If these secrets were leaked, wouldn’t he be captured and locked up as a demon suspect right away?

The Book of Medivh must have been taken. At this point, Death Knights should set out to find the Scepter of Sargeras. Perhaps they have already snatched it from the demons and are ready to return.

If Teron Gorefiend personally steals the Eye of Dalaran, he will swiftly head south with the help of the black dragon to meet the Death Knight group carrying the Scepter of Sargeras. Then, together with his followers scattered around the world, they will once again cross the Dark Portal back to Draenor.

So, how can Dalaran be made aware of this?

Jesse couldn’t think of a good idea right away, but he knew he didn’t want to meet Teron Gorefiend before going back to Stormwind, especially since Gorefiend still had his magic wand.

While worrying about the magic wand, a strange unfamiliar scent suddenly appeared next to him. It was different from the sweet smell of wine and the rich smell of bread and pastries in the tavern. This scent was even lighter than the smell of flowers.

Lost in thought, a elven lady suddenly lowered her head in front of his nose.

She whispered a few words to Kaffir, and Jesse sat up to make room, also taking a closer look at the person in front of him.

The lady was wearing a silver cloak with green trim, and her hood completely covered her profile. When she walked over, her footsteps made no sound on the tiled floor, so Jesse didn’t notice anyone approaching.

Kaffir responded softly in Elvish, and the lady whispered a few words back in Elvish, as if just noticing there was someone nearby.

She looked at Jesse, raised the edge of her hood, and in a strange, heavily accented common language, she said, "Sorry to interrupt your conversation, human."

"That’s okay, go ahead and talk."

This time Jesse got a good look at her face.

Compared to most female High Elves who have a somewhat aggressive exotic beauty, her cheek curves are softer because she looks much younger, even to someone like Jesse.

She is very thin, the loose hood and cloak hanging on her like they are on a narrow hanger, light-colored hair escaping from her slightly reddish neck, if it were long, it would definitely be tied up in a bun. Jesse realized he had never been this close to an elf before.

Even now, he was not quite used to the slight differences in facial features between elves and humans, but if he disregarded this sense of otherness and judged by elven standards, she could be considered pretty.

Kaffir smiled apologetically at Jesse, said something in Elvish to her, but she replied discontentedly and then politely nodded at Jesse before quickly leaving.

Jesse watched her figure disappear through the doorway, then realized he had been staring in that direction for too long and immediately turned back.

The indescribable aura still lingered around, gradually fading away as the woman left.

"What were you all talking about just now?" he couldn’t help but ask.

"Ah, I almost forgot you don’t know Sayaad Language."

Kaffir then spoke in the common language, his accent much heavier than before.

"In the evening, we were supposed to go to Silverpine to do a mission, but I decided to change it to the afternoon. The person with me now is like a student of mine. She wasn’t happy with my decision because she thought the Orcs hiding there only come out at night, so going in the afternoon would be a waste. Of course, she was right."

"The black dragon we were tracking is already dead. You and the dwarf know this better than anyone else… so now we only have some unimportant patrol tasks. It’s just that me and a few instructors are in charge of training these new recruits. It’s more of a small test for them. She wanted some achievements, but in the current situation, it’s not necessary to be too active in your lands. I don’t want to provoke both Sunstrider and Menethil just for a few dirty Orc heads."

"So, is the Alliance of Lordaeron really unsustainable?"

Jesse casually asked, as this was not something he cared about at all. The alliance between elves and humans was never taken seriously anyway, so whether it continues or not doesn’t matter much, as the threat of Teron Gorefiend was much more immediate.

"Unless there is another Orc invasion, or some other disaster, something that all three factions do not want to encounter."

Kaffir said mysteriously, raising an eyebrow in this direction for a moment, as if sensing that Jesse wasn’t paying much attention.

"Can you also see that she’s different, Jesse Seso?"

"Different…?" Jesse suddenly snapped back, only then realizing that Kaffir was talking about the woman from before.

"Ah, so who is she?"

"You definitely don’t know the name of this new recruit," Kaffir raised his eyebrows, as if unable to resist showing off.

"The so-called new recruit is just because she is still learning to become a qualified Farstrider. If we were to duel, I would never be her match. She is the most outstanding and ambitious among the last batch of new recruits, young and deadly, embodying her family’s legacy to the fullest. In fact, her elder sister is my immediate superior, the Ranger-General of Silvermoon City that I mentioned earlier."

"By the way, you surely know the name of her elder sister," Kaffir lowered his voice and said, "Alleria Windrunner."

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