Chapter 153

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Chapter 153: Almost Forgot the Point of the Conversation

When Kaffir proudly mentioned that his student belonged to the Windrunner Family, his sense of accomplishment was evident.

So, the one just now was Vereesa Windrunner, the sister of Alleria and Sylvanas?

Jesse had to admit she did exude a bit of a noble upbringing, but if she was Vereesa… there seemed to be something missing.

But what exactly was missing? A heroic aura?

Or a golden dragon icon with a skull question mark level indicator?

He couldn’t explain it clearly.

But according to Kaffir, Vereesa is just a newcomer who is eager to prove her abilities, even though she is only a junior member within the Farstriders unit.

Even though everyone knows she carries the aura of the Windrunner Family and may have a bright future ahead, for now she is just a young girl being looked after by everyone.

Jesse used to think about meeting a female elf, but when he actually met one, her indifferent look and tone made him feel uncomfortable.

He wondered if she was like that with humans or everyone in general.

Thinking about the wild female elves Greed mentioned, he unconsciously raised his eyebrows, feeling a bit curious.

At that moment, he was more curious about Kaffir Brightwing in front of him, who seemed like a tough character. He wondered why this npc character wasn’t appearing in the game.

One of the future leaders of Silvermoon City, the future Ranger-General Haduren Brightwing, who is also his cousin, is currently tasked with training Vereesa Windrunner. In a dozen years, she might grow up to be an important figure in Silvermoon City or at least within the Farstriders.

Why is there no mention of him in the game anymore?

Yes, ten years later.

Ten years later, the Scourge Legion invaded Quel’Thalas, destroying everything in their path. The entire Quel’dorai race was nearly wiped out, with only a small portion of surviving elves who were not in Quel’Thalas, and the luckiest ones.

Even the Ranger-General at that time, Sylvanas Windrunner, the second of the three sisters, was brutally killed, dying in front of the gates of Silvermoon City. What about her elites, like Kaffir?

There were others that he knew who did not appear in the game, like Caro Duchamp, and even Greed…

"You still have a hint of the evil Shadow Flame on you, Jesse Seso," Kaffir suddenly said. "I am not judging, I know you were attacked by a black dragon. I am just worried if you need further treatment."

"Is that so?" Jesse sniffed himself. At that moment, Greed moved from table to table and sat down, saying, "The drinks here are good, but there’s too little meat. Do mages here really like sweets so much? Half the menu is desserts."

"He doesn’t have it," Kaffir looked at the dwarf. "So I am puzzled. I heard that a Dwarf Wildhammer killed that black dragon, yet this human is clearly marked by the dragon’s attacks. But you act like nothing happened."

"I am only able to sit here and endure your various humiliations because of this young human," Greed sat down with a huff. "If he hadn’t forcefully given me a bottle of Shadow Protection Potion, I would be very tranquil right now and not be listening to your nonsense."

The elf chuckled and said, "So, dwarf, what is your name? I am Kaffir Brightwing. We already introduced ourselves earlier."

"Brightwing?" Greed said. "I’m Greed, Greed Thunderfist. Pretty cool, right?"

"Thunderfist." Kaffir reached out his hand. "A fellow clan member of mine was saved by a Gryphon Rider named Thunderfist in a battle against evil trolls. The Thunderfist clan is definitely not weak."

"Ha, an elf warrior who dares to fight evil trolls is definitely not weak." Greed also reached out his hand.

The two noble figures from different worlds shook hands and boasted about their family histories. Only a commoner’s son sat aside, watching the two of them show off. Dalaran had many Northern delicacies, such as Emperor Salmon, Madfish, and Lioth Deer meat, which were rare and expensive in the Kingdom of Stormwind.

Especially here, there were many Quel’Thalas cooking methods. Local ingredients were used to make dishes and desserts, like a Lordaermere Lake clam soup stewed with unique spices from the Ever-song Forest or special dishes cooked meticulously with Arcane magic to manipulate fire elements. In short, this magical city was full of unique flavors.

Obviously, since the elves were hosting, Greed ordered a variety of dishes. Jesse could tell that it was definitely more than they could eat.

But seeing the dwarf already digging in, he couldn’t be left behind. Leaving the elf alone to slowly chew on a few pieces of what seemed to be the cheapest fruit cookies, watching them eat hungrily.

"Jesse Seso." Kaffir held out a piece of sweet bread and looked at Jesse holding a piece of deer meat. "Do you know what happened to those soldiers who were injured by the black dragon in Alterac City?"

Jesse put down the deer meat. "What happened to them? I heard many became disabled."

"Being disabled is considered acceptable," Kaffir said. "Some humans have been mentally harmed by the power of darkness, especially those archers defending the city walls who faced a direct attack by the black dragon. Many who didn’t manage to escape went insane, and even now there is no good solution. The most severe cases are those soldiers who seem fine on the surface; neglecting their injuries has led them to irreversible conditions. I suggest you undergo further examination before leaving Dalaran, take it seriously."

"Why are you suddenly so concerned about him?" Greed asked with a sly look. "What did you talk about when I left?"

Kaffir replied, "I don’t want a hero who defeated the black dragon to live with lifelong regrets, even though humans only live for a few decades, their lives are equally precious."

"That sounds quite scary," Jesse said. "If something is off, I will seek another opinion."

Kaffir nodded, Jesse glanced at Greed, suddenly remembering an important reason for coming to Dalaran – to find a way to cure Greed’s disability!

Isn’t that an elf in front of them, a Farstriders ranger with extensive experience fighting trolls!

"I have a question for you, Kaffir Brightwing," Jesse set down his fork and asked, "Do elves suffer from any delayed effects or sequelae from troll bat poison if not treated promptly?"

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