Chapter 173

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Chapter 173: Undead

Teron Gorefiend is coming, tonight?

Jesse looked at Kel’Thuzad, sensing some unease on his face, which was overshadowed by his strong mental composure.

To someone unaware, his emotions seemed too calm, but to those who knew the full picture, his emotions were not calm enough.

Jesse could only guess that Kel’Thuzad probably knew about the upcoming event, but didn’t know the exact timing.

However, he didn’t feel like investigating whether Kel’Thuzad had any connection with Gorefiend, or even Deathwing.

"Everyone!" Kel’Thuzad’s resonant voice silenced all the debates in the room. He looked around and said, "Please remain calm here. Dalaran’s defenses are strong. If the black dragons couldn’t break through during the Orc War, they won’t have a second chance after the war ends! For your own safety, please stay in this building to avoid danger. Once the situation is under control, I will send someone, or personally come to protect you and help you leave!"

"If Dalaran is attacked, then Quel’Thalas won’t stand idly by," Aethas stood up and said, then gave some commands in Elvish before leaving the meeting room with a few elves.

Kel’Thuzad watched them leave, then turned and walked off the podium, following the apprentice who had just entered the hall.

Jesse sat next to Duchamp, exchanging glances with all the scholars, but feeling like he had forgotten something.

The agonizing few minutes felt like years, until he saw the rain pouring in through the skylight above, only then did he remember – Greed was still minding the shop for someone else!

If a Death Knight appears, will Greed rush up to fight with them?

A few silver coins for a few days’ wages, that doesn’t seem right…

But is Greed really concerned about the money, isn’t he someone who would risk his life to help someone in trouble?

The more Jesse thought about it, the less he understood whether or not he truly knew him.

With each passing moment, he couldn’t sit still in this hall any longer, he needed to find Greed before the Death Knight entered Dalaran, to prevent him from causing any trouble – he had to leave now.

"Where is Hornbeam Alley, Professor Duchamp?"

"Why do you want to go to Hornbeam Alley? Stay here for news from Kirin Tor!" Duchamp’s voice trembled a bit, clearly frightened by the current situation.

"Please tell me, Professor Duchamp!" Jesse asked anxiously again.

Duchamp hesitated for a moment and said, "It’s just… it’s in the spiral alley a bit further south from our road, probably less than a few hundred meters away."

"Thank you."

Jesse ran down the steps, rushed out of the meeting hall’s door under the gaze of several scholars, grabbed his magic wand, and arrived outside the building. It was raining heavily, and streams flowed on the streets like small rivers.

Groups of Kirin Tor magic guards carrying purple shields were marching south on the street. These people should be heading to Violet Citadel to protect the Eye of Dalaran instead of being drawn by the black dragons to the southeast for battle!

But looking to the southeast sky, the horizon had turned red, and the terrifying distorted sounds kept echoing.

In such a situation, who would think it’s better to keep the main forces inside Violet Citadel in Dalaran rather than sending troops south to support the outer defenses?

"Apprentice, don’t wander off the streets. Go back to your home or dormitory now – Dalaran is under attack!"

A guard in purple clothes shouted, and Jesse moved away to avoid his gaze.

"Spiral lane… to the south…"

He muttered as he ran from the central road of the city, veering away from the direction the magic guards were running. Many mages were running along the road, looking south at the blood-red sky and gasping.

"Are those Orcs? Have they returned?"

"It must be Orgrim Doomhammer!"

"Will they break in?"

"Nonsense, Dalaran cannot fall…"

"Please leave the streets! Return to the buildings!"

Jesse walked past mages and guards, above the sky, the top of Violet Citadel occasionally flashed with lightning-like light. After the light flickered, it quickly spread to the southern entrance of the city. Every time the sky lit up, Jesse could see some vague shadows moving through the clouds.

Is this the power of the Eye of Dalaran?

At least it’s still there, the Death Knight hasn’t acted yet.

Are those shadows circling black dragons?

Dalaran’s magical defenses have been activated, preventing anything from outside circling from breaking in.

Then how will Teron Gorefiend get in?

Jesse ran into a circular corridor close to the central square to take a shortcut. The sounds of wind, rain, and whistle-like howls became muffled, with only his own splashing footsteps as the quiet noise at that moment.

He was about to run out of the magical city area of Dalaran when he heard another person’s footsteps at the intersection ahead of the corridor, making a "kai, kai, kai" sound. The person’s footsteps were not hurried at all, as if strolling, definitely not a mage going to support the front line or fleeing out of fear!

Jesse immediately turned and ran, his footsteps quickening, followed by the other person picking up pace.

He arrived at a garden and climbed over the railing from an open colonnade.

Normally, this bustling spot where numerous small couples and friends gather had no one there now.

At that moment, he caught sight of a guard in purple clothes lying under the railing not far away, with a purple and black face and a vacant stare.

Regardless of whether that person was alive or dead, Jesse didn’t care. He rushed into the rain curtain, swiftly crossed the garden, and headed towards the opposite corridor.

As he entered another corridor, he glanced back and saw a tall figure cloaked person coming out of the corridor entrance.

He was at least two meters tall, terrifyingly muscular, slightly hunched as he walked, and the hood on his head emitted a strange light that seemed to be either purple or dark yellow when he looked towards them.

Just that quick glance made Jesse feel extremely uncomfortable all over.

He was holding a black dagger or long knife. It shouldn’t be Teron Gorefiend himself, but undoubtedly a Death Knight.

The Death Knights created by Gul’dan were far inferior to the later Scourge Death Knights, each not as skilled in combat. They were just souls of Necromancers occupying the bodies of human warriors, so they did not always pursue powerful heavy weapons.

The Death Knight sneaked into Dalaran before the black dragon’s attack. When the black dragon started attacking, they appeared in Dalaran City to attract the attention of the people still inside the city, helping him steal the Eye of Dalaran.

Jesse silently cursed himself, realizing that he was too late to notice this.

The sound of metal boots stomping on the floor was getting faster and faster, so he couldn’t hesitate anymore. He exerted all his strength to run in the opposite direction.

Suddenly, the footsteps disappeared. Jesse stopped in the corridor, looked around, and only relaxed slightly after making sure that the Death Knight hadn’t used any strange magic to come near him.

But where did the other person go?

Maybe they went to chase another mage, because the Death Knights’ mission is probably to create chaos, not necessarily to chase a specific person.

Convinced of this, Jesse continued running south, the exit was not far away.

A dark figure suddenly flashed and blocked the exit in front of him. Jesse saw the sickly dark and stiff human face slightly smirk, with eyes shining with disgusting undead light, staring at him like cat eyes in the dark.

"Fereckert!"

Both of them uttered the same spell almost at the same time. Jesse instantly crouched on the ground, feeling a strong fear gripping his heart. A sharp pain came from his chest in a flash. He thought of the teachers, Greed, Henny, Vickers, and even those scenes buried deep in his imagination about their painful deaths, as if muddy water had been stirred up from the riverbed to the surface.

Jesse roared and punched the wall. Bang! The intense pain in his knuckles woke him up instantly!

All of these are fake, just negative emotions brought by the power of darkness. The shadow cannot control him, whether it’s his own or someone else’s!

The Death Knight was also tormented by fear. He leaned against the wall, muttering curses in the Orcish language under his breath. But soon he forced himself to straighten up, with purple flames igniting on the long dagger in his hand.

"Give up resistance, join us…"

The Death Knight strode forward, lips moving constantly, the dagger in his hand emitting increasingly fierce flames. As he raised his right hand to strike down fiercely, Jesse stood up, pointing the magic wand at the Death Knight and loudly chanting the Curse of Weakness spell!

With the support of the magic wand, the spell took effect very quickly. The Death Knight’s legs went weak, and he knelt down on one knee. The flames on the dagger extinguished instantly, and his stiff face revealed a look of astonishment that was understandable.

"Master’s…"

"Surprised?" Jesse said in Orcish, taking the dagger from him, gripping the handle with his left hand, and pushing straight towards the Death Knight’s black face with his right hand! The opponent shouted and raised his palm to block the thrust, flesh pierced but bones stopping the dagger.

The Death Knight struggled with all his might under the influence of the Curse of Weakness, desperately grabbing onto Jesse’s dagger with his pierced hand.

At that moment, his other hand suddenly grabbed Jesse’s shoulder, reaching for his neck!

"You will die!"

Ignoring the hand, Jesse struck the handle of the dagger hard with his right palm, pushing the dagger into the Death Knight’s hand under the hood!

The Death Knight shrieked as purple flames erupted from under his hood and cloak, engulfing the dagger and the pierced hand, a foul stench hitting Jesse’s face.

Jesse tried to step back, but the Death Knight’s hand tightly grabbed his sleeve. Seeing the flames about to spread down his dry arm, he had to break free from his own clothes.

Taking a few steps back, he watched the Death Knight collapse in the flames, turning into a pile of soft, rotting mud on the red bricks. The flames roared, completely burning Jesse’s robe as the remaining embers and fire dispersed like frightened spirits until they vanished.

Was he done for? At the very least, his clothes were ruined, and he had lost 12 silver coins.

Before Jesse could be surprised at defeating a Death Knight, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

He felt like someone was watching him, but when he looked around the corridor, there were no living creatures or other beings present.

Faint whispers sounded behind him, sounding threatening yet sinister. Jesse turned around to find nothing there.

Is this some kind of whisper?

Was it Teron Gorefiend’s voice?

Jesse looked at the staff in his hand, thinking about the Death Knight who mentioned his master earlier. Did Teron hear his call?