Chapter 155

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Chapter 155: Picking the Wrong Opponent

"If he has never told anyone before, how do you know about it?" Greed asked.

Jesse explained, "Imagine you’re the wealthy person’s brother who has traveled through time to warn him, but you can’t let him find out that he has two identical brothers."

"Amazing," Greed said. "With the terrifying time-travel magic, we can easily kill that thief, like going back in time to when he was a child and kicking him to death, instead of warning rich people."

"The thief has friends to help, very strong, can’t be killed by time travelers," Jesse added a patch to the plot.

"Since there are powerful friends to fight time travelers, why steal from someone vulnerable?" Greed asked.

"You…"

Jesse was about to respond to deal with this argumentative person, but Greed’s last sentence hit upon something he hadn’t thought about before.

– Why did the black dragon help Teron Gorefiend?

In Jesse’s memory, Gorefiend didn’t encounter much resistance during the theft of the Eye of Dalaran. Teron Gorefiend was a powerful Death Knight, but not powerful enough to easily enter the Kirin Tor’s vault.

He was able to achieve this because he had the support of not only the Blackwing Legion’s dragons but also Deathwing himself.

Deathwing not only diverted Dalaran’s defenses, causing chaos across Lordaeron, but also directed the core forces of the Blackwing Legion to attack Dalaran, shifting attention.

He saw through the barrier magic of the treasure vault and secretly guided Gorefiend into the vault, so that he could successfully steal the Eye of Dalaran.

Does Deathwing need the Eye of Dalaran? No, with his unmatched power inherited from the Pantheon and the Old Gods, he doesn’t care much about the magic of these sacred tools.

He helped Gorefiend complete a series of difficult actions, just to have his Death Knight army help in smuggling as many black dragons to Draenor as possible, without attracting attention from others, especially other dragon races.

Furthermore, he also hopes Gorefiend can lead the Horde to help him establish a newer, greater Blackwing Lair in Draenor.

By now, the Alliance’s forces are probably gathering at Nethergarde, about to launch an attack on the Dark Portal, the battle might have already begun, leaving Deathwing with little time.

So, Deathwing actively helped Gorefiend carry out various raids, risking his noble offspring riding Orcs and those Death Knights, even risking exposure to other dragon kings noticing his actions, personally suppressing the guards of Dalaran. Jesse realizes that he is trying to stop one of the most terrifying beings in Azeroth, having sacrificed too much already for his plan, and is now on the verge.

If he can think of a way to make the Kirin Tor defend the treasure vault and block Gorefiend, what new plan will Deathwing come up with to ensure success in a hurry?

Will he take action personally to break through?

The more he thinks about it, the scarier it gets, helping to kill a young dragon really boosted his ego, daring to plot against the father of black dragons in this small tavern.

"Where did you come up with that question?" asked Greed.

"Just read a novel," Jesse made up, "Curious about how the thief will steal in the end."

"You’re so leisurely," Greed said, "After talking with Brightwing, I have no interest in anything now."

After eating with Greed, Jesse went back to the rental house, and Duchamp had not finished lunch yet.

Seeing Jesse coming in, he said, "I saw your message, I’m not worried with a friend accompanying you. Just that you haven’t fully recovered yet, be careful with your health when you go out. The medicine I bought for you is in your room, you’ll see it when you go up."

"I understand, teacher," Jesse nodded.

He was about to mention the Sacred Tool mentioned in the order to Duchamp, suddenly thought of Deathwing and stopped himself. Not to mention Jesse couldn’t directly bring up the Eye of Dalaran, even if he told Teacher Caro Duchamp about it, what more could he do?

In fact, Duchamp’s understanding of this matter is definitely not as comprehensive as his own. If he told him and let him rashly approach Dalaran, he might end up getting hurt instead.

If he had to do something, he should do it himself.

"What’s wrong, Jesse Seso? You don’t look well," Duchamp asked.

"Nothing," Jesse said. "I’m just thinking about going home, teacher."

"Where is your home?"

"It’s in Royal City."

"That’s close. You can take a boat from the pier and reach there in a day. There are many boats traveling between Dalaran and Lordaeron Royal City every day."

"I plan to go tomorrow."

"Isn’t that too hasty?" Duchamp said. "The mages who treated you before reminded me that if your condition changed, I should contact them. I haven’t had the chance yet, but now your condition has definitely changed a lot."

"I want to spend a few more days with my parents. It might help with my recovery," Jesse said.

"That makes sense," Duchamp said. "Just don’t go into the wilderness. Take a boat from here directly to the port of Lordaeron. There will be many people along the way. I believe if you run into trouble in Royal City, someone will help you immediately. Go upstairs and take your medicine first, and take a break to ease your headache."

Jesse was about to go upstairs when he said, "Teacher, I have a letter from the Orc, but my vocabulary is not enough to translate it completely. Can you help show it when we have Language Orcish exchange so that language learners from different places can translate it together?"

Duchamp replied, "Take it with you to show, I will talk to the person hosting the exchange in a few days to arrange a time for you. I won’t steal your spotlight on this matter, the letter is an important language material, there must be some interesting content in it, maybe related to the movement of tribal troops at that time. You can even share the process of obtaining this letter, I think it will be an interesting story, right?"

"Indeed," Jesse forced a smile and said, "Then I’ll go upstairs to rest, teacher."

"Go ahead."

Duchamp stuffed a piece of bread into his mouth, then continued reading, while Jesse glanced at him and slowly climbed the stairs.

This was the most natural way he could think of to inform the whole Kirin Tor.

He had come to Dalaran under the guise of the Language Orcish exchange, planning to reveal the contents of this order directly at the exchange meeting, embellish the adventurous experience of obtaining this order, and give some subtle hints at most.

This was very natural and logical, without raising any suspicions from any aspect.

After publicly announcing the letter, he hoped that the informed Kirin Tor Mages could link the disappearance of the Book of Medivh to another important artifact, the safety of their Eye of Dalaran.

If they still don’t understand this, and don’t plan to increase their vigilance and strengthen protection measures, then there’s no need to protect them. Just let things happen as they may, anyway, Jesse can’t control it anymore.

Sitting on the bed, looking at the medicine Duchamp left here, a small tube of light purple liquid, and a bottle of transparent liquid like water.

He didn’t know one of them, but drank them all one by one, both tasted good, much better than the Shadow Protection Potion he brewed himself.

After drinking, he stared at the sky outside, remembering what Malin had said.

Stop taking responsibility for everything all the time, it’s most important to improve yourself.

Yes, dealing with things like Deathwing is something for the Kirin Tor to handle, it’s not really related to himself as an apprentice in this Wizard’s Sanctum.

Lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling, a wave of fatigue hit him, this time he didn’t resist, and obediently closed his eyes.