Chapter 176

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Chapter 176: Deadly Trump Card

Vereesa consecutively performed two agile backward somersaults to create distance. Teron tried to cast a spell with his arm, only to be interrupted by Vereesa’s Arcane surge.

Teron coughed violently twice, cursed a few words, and his muscles glowed purple from the shadow power. He leaped forward and fiercely smashed towards Vereesa, but she dodged and shot an arrow back, which Teron blocked with his arm guard.

The Death Knight’s speed increased significantly. Vereesa dodged back and forth, waiting for the right moment to attack, but several attempts failed to land a critical hit. Both sides seemed to be at a standstill.

Teron relied on the power of death to sustain his body, fighting like those undead who never feel tired. From the beginning until now, whether injured or using magic, there was no sign of slowing down. But could Vereesa match that?

Kaffir seemed severely injured and had not moved for a long time. If Jesse didn’t come up with a solution soon, things would not look optimistic.

Jesse clenched the magic wand inserted into his left shoulder, sweating profusely from the pain.

No matter how painful, the wand had to be pulled out.

"One, two, three, oops!"

"Uh…"

Jesse curled up in pain for a while, cursing in a string of beautiful Chinese words. He felt a burning and swollen sensation in his shoulder, but his body was freezing cold. The accumulated water on the ground was already full of fresh blood, and his hands, magic wand, and shoulders were all streaked with blood from the rain washing away the remnants.

Luckily, the magic wand was thin enough and had lost its gem top. If the magic wand had a gem, it would have directly broken his whole arm with that hit.

He glanced in that direction and noticed that the Arcane light in the sky had stopped shimmering at some point. With no protection, the roaring of the black dragons sounded even clearer and more terrifying than before.

A thought arose in Jesse’s mind.

The Eye of Dalaran was lost.

If Teron Gorefiend was here, then who stole it?

Jesse clenched his right hand, feeling a bit of strength left. However, when he tried to cast a spell again, he felt a sharp pain on the top of his head.

The magic and constant turmoil of the night had exhausted him completely.

Without his Warlock Pack and any Mana Potions, Teron was gaining the upper hand in the fight against Vereesa. As the leader of the Shadow Council, inheriting Gul’dan’s legacy, he not only wielded dark magic but also fought like a fierce warrior in close combat.

Despite Vereesa repeatedly piercing Gorefiend’s armor and body with two sharp blades, she was unable to inflict significant damage. Though agile like a ghost, she was in danger of losing her life if Teron managed to strike her just once.

If she got hurt again, she might not be able to continue playing. Is this the final moment?

If they didn’t reveal their trump card soon, there would be no way out.

Jesse recited a spell he had written in a corner of his spellbook but had never tried before.

This was the first time he dared to recite this spell fully and seriously.

Upon hearing this incantation, the Shadow Power in the sky flocked towards them like hungry wolves.

Even the shadows released into the air due to Teron Gorefiend’s wild Shadow Magic were converging towards Jesse.

However, when they got closer, they didn’t immediately start any movements.

Jesse felt like a lamb being surrounded by a pack of wolves, the shadows approached and looked at him, but didn’t attack, almost as if mocking him.

Did he make a mistake in his incantation?

Luhralwenkta, Luaarakipta…

He repeated it again, this time pronouncing it carefully according to the Nathrezim language taught by Saenor.

Suddenly, the power of the shadows seemed to receive some sort of command, rushing towards his skin, his features, breaking through layer after layer of barriers on the surface of his body!

And he felt the hidden shadows inside him suddenly raging, devouring everything they could swallow!

Jesse straightened up, unable to describe the pain, but soon this intensifying pain was suppressed by a sudden surge of strong desire for slaughter emerging from within him.

His eyes had turned purple, dark veins flowed on his skin, and purple blood seeped from the corners of his mouth and his palms, yet he had never felt such exhilaration before.

This time, Jesse didn’t resist anymore. The Shadow Lady had embraced him, and her sinister dagger pierced his neck, leaving a bloody cut.

But he enjoyed this process immensely.

It was like licking the pus from a wound and savoring the sweet, bloody sensation with his eyes closed.

In the pleasure that almost consumed his reason, whether it was the two elves, Teron Gorefiend, the black dragon circling above, the Kirin Tor Mages fighting the black dragons, or the guards running around on the ground, they all seemed like annoying chattering insects.

Jesse raised Teron’s staff. As soon as he held the magic wand stained with his blood, it began releasing magical light and Shadowflame, burning the rags wrapped around it.

He looked at the demon swinging the hammer at the female elf, chanting the blood-sucking curse again!

This time, his voice sounded like a true demon jumping out of the Twisting Nether, making even the humans’ skilled tongue-twisting difficult, ultimately making the spell sound strange and unfamiliar.

Maybe his hearing was off, but it didn’t matter, the magic was activated at least.

Teron Gorefiend’s once black, now swollen, bubbling arm suddenly stopped its attack in panic and turned to gaze at Jesse.

This time, there was no smile on his face, he hurriedly chanted the spell again and reached out his hand, but this time the magic wand did not respond at all!

"Betrayal…"

Teron roared, but Vereesa didn’t give him time to think of a way to respond, she fiercely stabbed his chin.

Teron mumbled and spat out black blood, Vereesa wanted to strike again, but Gorefiend reached out and grabbed her neck, lifting her into the air!

He wanted to strangle the slender elf with force, but because his energy kept getting drained, he couldn’t use much strength and was almost overpowered by her!

Vereesa struggled and continuously stabbed Gorefiend’s arm with a knife, while Teron kept cursing wildly in Orcish, still wanting to resist, the two tangled for a while, with Teron looking increasingly unable to hold on.

In the end, he gave up, roaring and throwing Vereesa off the rooftop, turning into a shadow and soaring into the sky, disappearing into the night.

What is this?

Jesse felt the magic he guided suddenly lost its focus and dissipated into the air, he sat on the ground as if losing support.

This is not magic, this is the soul of Teron Gorefiend.

The Shadowfiend disappeared, Jesse watched as the huge body rapidly became thin to the point of collapsing on the floor, with a lifeless "thud" sound.

Jesse sat up, realizing his shoulder didn’t hurt much anymore.

Reaching out, he felt a blood hole and his fingers trembled.

It smelled strange, like being under anesthesia during surgery.

Had his body been consumed by the shadows? Would he turn into a shadow creature as the imp had said?

Jesse didn’t want to think about it anymore. He found Kaffir leaning against the wall on another rooftop, groaning in pain, his right hand weakly holding the bloody wound under his ribs. Teron’s warhammer had nearly taken his life with a graze.

"Kaffir, hold on a little longer, I’ll go get help, at least don’t die trying to save me."

Kaffir mumbled something in his mouth and laboriously said, "Do you think I came to save you? If I had known I was chasing after Teron Gorefiend himself, I…"

Halfway through speaking, he seemed to glance at Jesse’s shoulder and then stopped talking.

Jesse decided not to argue with him, stood up, and Kaffir coughed twice, gasping as he asked, "Where’s Vereesa?"

"She fell down."

"Go check on her… quickly, or I’ll really die."

"Teacher Kaffir…"

Vereesa ran over halfway and took out a bottle from her pocket, offering it to Kaffir. Kaffir immediately widened his eyes, leaned over to drink a bit, then took a deep breath, his face turning red.

Turns out he was concerned about Vereesa because she had a Healing Potion, this guy…

Jesse saw that the two of them could manage on their own, so he stepped back and stood up, knowing he had already delayed too long and had to go find Greed.

Before he took a few steps, he suddenly uncontrollably spat out greenish dirty water, spraying it on the ground.

He stared at the green goo and felt like something bad was about to happen.

Jesse didn’t target the Death Knight in front because he knew they weren’t likely to have anything good in their almost lifeless bodies.

The things he spat out had no life force or Shadow Power, just pure corrupting necromantic energy harmful to living beings like him.

Gul’dan’s Death Knights, even Teron Gorefiend, weren’t perfectly fused with human bodies, resembling more souls possessing abominations than actual humans.

Attacking them would lead to no good outcome… which Jesse anticipated, but felt helpless against. However, enduring the torment of necrotic corruption at least confirmed he was a living person, not a shadow creature.

At that moment, a bottle was brought to his lips.

"Here." Vereesa said.

Jesse bent to look at the bottle, the liquid inside seemed transparent, yet oddly colored. Was this a Healing Potion?

"You’re in bad shape, drink it quickly."

The elf seemed a bit upset in his tone, maybe because of Jesse’s slightly suspicious look, but Jesse was just tired from coughing earlier.

He quickly finished off the remaining half bottle, Vereesa stared in surprise, wanting to say something but didn’t, and finally just stiffly took the empty bottle Jesse handed back to her.

"Thank you, I… have to go find my friend."

With a mouth full of the stench of corpses, there was no need for extra words.

Jesse walked to the edge of the rooftop, preparing to find a way down.

Earlier, all his attention was on Gorefiend and Kaffir as he ran over, now it was too scary for him to jump from one building to another, he was not a true warrior after all.

"Hey, warlock! Keep going."

Jesse heard Vereesa’s voice, looked back, and caught the dagger she threw to him with his right hand, it was one of her two weapons.

The slightly glowing silver blade, the curved handguard resembling golden-green vines, this weapon was so exquisite it looked like a work of art, not a tool for killing.

But just now, Vereesa breaking Teron Gorefiend’s armor over and over again clearly showed that this thing is much more powerful than ordinary weapons.

"Don’t die, remember to give it back to me."