Chapter 177

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Chapter 177: Two Headless Flies

The rain continued to fall, and due to the rain curtain, the Arcane light in the sky could no longer be seen completely.

However, the occasional roar of dragons from the south still sounded terrifying in the alley on this rainy night.

Jesse walked down the stairs, and to be honest, he felt like he could barely walk anymore.

If it wasn’t for the fact that the spiral alley Duchamp mentioned was not far from here, he might not have had the strength to continue walking that way.

Coming down the stairs, Jesse casually glanced at the spot where Teron Gorefiend’s body had fallen, only to see a faint shadowy glow.

Curiously, he moved over and saw a piece of shattered black metal on the ground, with a circular blood-red gem shining with shadowy light in the middle of the pile.

Is this the glowing gem in the middle of Gorefiend’s warhammer?

Jesse was about to walk over when he saw a shadow stand up next to Gorefiend’s body.

It was a zombie.

Jesse didn’t want to fight him again, but then he remembered he had an elf’s knife.

Holding the knife, he approached, and the zombie left Gorefiend’s body and walked towards him, carrying a broken sword.

The zombie stumbled towards Jesse, who swung the knife and cut off the zombie’s arm holding the sword.

The zombie’s arm immediately burst into a silver flame, then turned into real fire, making the zombie step back several paces in pain. Jesse caught up and chopped off its head with one strike.

It would have been better if he didn’t have to use the knife…

Gorefiend’s body had turned into a black mess, just like the previous Death Knight, only the burnt cloak still retained its shape.

Jesse picked up the shiny gem and placed it on the gem holder of the magic wand, and it fit perfectly.

However, should he really say "perfectly"?

Perhaps this gem was originally taken off from this magic wand.

Jesse wanted to cut off the outer layer of cloth wrapped around Teron’s body, and use a piece to wrap the magic wand. When he cut the cloth with a knife, it suddenly burst into flames!

Oh… this knife, it really doesn’t have eyes.

Jesse stepped back, watching the cloth catch on fire. The flames flickered in the rain, then quickly extinguished.

He tore off a burnt piece of cloth, tightly wrapped the magic wand and the gem on his head, making sure nothing was visible from the outside. Then he slung the magic wand on his back and walked out of the alley.

Tonight, he had probably spent all his magical power, unable to use it anymore. His body and mind were on the verge of being destroyed. Thinking back on the crazy hallucinations when he used Life Tap on the rooftop, he almost felt like it wasn’t himself anymore.

Do warlocks in the game feel this excited when using this magic?

Unbelievable.

Walking alone on the streets of Dalaran, he relaxed and noticed some residents peeking out of the windows.

They had no idea what was happening in the city, thinking it was just a monster invasion or an Orc sneaking in.

His left shoulder was getting more and more painful, and he was losing strength.

Is the dark power obtained at the cost of life about to disappear?

After walking for who knows how long, Jesse suddenly saw a shop by the street named "Bronzebeard’s Ale".

The streets here were indeed twisted, so this must be Hornbeam Alley, right?

Jesse walked up and knocked hard on the door.

"Is anyone there?"

"Open the door!"

"I am looking for Greed Thunderfist, does he work here?"

After saying this sentence, someone finally opened the door.

A dwarf inside peeked out and said, "Who are you?"

"I am Greed’s friend," Jesse said.

The dwarf looked him up and down and said, "He ran off a long time ago!"

Indeed.

Jesse sat down on the ground, feeling a sudden rush of pain all over his body.

Greed must have rushed out to look for Jesse, but they probably missed each other along the way.

He crouched on the ground, burying his head in his right arm for a while to calm down.

So, we need to walk back.

Now the howl of the black dragon can no longer be heard, and the city is much quieter than before.

Jesse struggled to stand up, was about to turn back, and saw a dwarf standing still at the end of the street, looking just like those resurrected guards.

Looking at the dark figure, Jesse felt a mix of unknown emotions welling up inside.

Fear, despair, sadness, or…

Even facing Teron Gorefiend didn’t make him so scared.

Jesse’s lips kept trembling, he blinked to clear away the rain, and gripped the knife tightly in his hand.

Then he saw the dwarf also raising the war hammer in his hand, the war hammer of the Gryphon Rider from Southshore who had died. Both started running at the same time, Jesse gritting his teeth, while the dwarf went mad and started shouting loudly. Jesse couldn’t help but shout back, breaking into a hoarse voice, and the dwarf ended up turning from shouting to sobbing.

When they were about to crash, Jesse felt like something was not quite right.

Do dead people cry?

"Wait, wait, wait! Slow down!"

Jesse shouted to stop the car, and the dwarf seemed to understand and stopped. Then the hammer in his hand suddenly sparked a bit, and then went out.

"Are you dead or alive?" Greed pointed to his nose and asked.

"Of course I’m alive!" Jesse threw everything in his hands on the ground and lay down directly, yelling at the sky, "You almost scared me to death!"

"You think I’m not?!" Greed yelled and kicked him in the leg.

"Ah!!" Jesse sat up in pain and shouted, "Do you know what I’ve been through? You jerk, how dare you kick me?"

"I’ve at least killed three undead who I thought were you!" Greed pointed at Jesse and said, "Every time I encounter one, my heart skips a beat!"

"I almost killed Teron Gorefiend," Jesse said, staring blankly.

"What?" Greed paused for a moment, and asked, "Is it the Teron Gorefiend I think of?"

"It is the Teron Gorefiend you were thinking of," Jesse said, looking at him. "I killed a Death Knight to find you, fought with Teron Gorefiend himself, and he even stabbed me in the shoulder."

"Ah? Your shoulder?"

Greed wanted to reach out and touch but hesitated.

Jesse pointed to his shoulder as all the pent-up emotions of the night rushed out.

"Look at my blood, Greed… Look at how it’s turning black. Just to find you, just because you keep recklessly seeking death every time something happens! If only you treasured your own life a bit more, I wouldn’t be in this state!"

After venting out, Jesse realized – if Greed truly changed, would they still be friends?

"My mistake, Jesse," Greed said softly, blinking, "But your blood is red."

"Um…"

Jesse looked at the blood on his hand, it was indeed red.

Is this because of the potion?

Upon careful consideration, after drinking Vereesa’s potion, the pain did decrease significantly. Although his shoulder still hurt, it was no longer the intense pain of being pierced moments ago.

Now, his anger had also diminished quite a bit. Just a moment ago, he thought he was a goner, even if he didn’t die, he would have to pay with half his life.

Sitting on the steps under the eaves, contemplating the strange potion, it didn’t seem like the revival potion Kaffir had, nor did it seem like any red life-saving liquid. The color of the potion was indistinct, just plain odd.

Thinking back, Kaffir seemed to have recovered quite a bit after just a sip, while he had taken a big gulp… Vereesa seemed slightly startled.

At that time, he was completely consumed by the torment of the necrotic energy, too preoccupied to think about these questions, only when he relaxed could he properly reflect, that potion seemed to really be something out of the ordinary.

Could it be extremely expensive?

But is a noble elf like Windrunner short of money?

However, it’s not quite appropriate anyway, so maybe I should ask seriously when I return the knife to her.

Speaking of the knife…

Jesse looked to his side and the knife was nowhere to be seen.

"My knife."

"Yours?" Greed looked at the knife in his hand and said, "This is an elf thing, how did you get it?"

Jesse wiped the rain off his face, sat up, and said, "Of course it was given to me by an elf. I was fighting with Kaffir Brightwing and a female ranger against Teron Gorefiend. After that, I said I was going to find you, and the female elf saw that I didn’t have any weapons in my hand, so she lent me this one."

"This is…" Greed tilted the knife and said, "A good thing, and it’s enchanted, why would she lend you this knife? Is she not afraid you’ll run away with it? If this thing is sold…"

"That’s why no one will lend you things." Jesse snatched the knife back.

"I was just kidding," Greed said. "Tell me how you fought Teron Gorefiend. Missing that battle was a real shame."

"Let’s find a place to hide from the rain. We don’t know if there are any undead outside."

"Come to my house."

Jesse talked about how he left the meeting and followed Greed to his rental place. The room wasn’t much bigger than Jesse’s house in Stormwind, and it smelled strongly of mushrooms.

"Keep talking, I’ll help you check your wound."

Greed opened an old cabinet, pulled out his sack, and started rummaging through it.

Jesse sat on the bed, took a few deep breaths, and had to admit that Vereesa’s potion was quite potent – the taste of death in his mouth was gone.

He then finished telling the whole story, just downplaying the part where he used Life Tap at the end.

Greed walked over with a few bottles and jars, examined Jesse’s shoulder, took out some ointment, and said, "Sounds like that female elf played a major role."

"She’s Vereesa Windrunner," Jesse said.

"What?! The younger sister of Alleria Windrunner?" Greed shivered.

"That’s right," Jesse grimaced and said, "Can’t you be more careful when applying the medicine?"

"Got it, so this is the Windrunner Family’s knife?" Greed glanced at the knife on the table and asked, "Did you try cutting something with it?"

"I did, but you didn’t see," Jesse said, "If you turn into an undead, I can stab you again with it to let you experience it."

"It’s worth dying under this knife, my little brother," Greed sighed and said, "By the way, Jesse, I can only give your shoulder wound a simple treatment. The black dragons seem to be retreating, I don’t know when the city will settle down. When that happens, you should visit the pharmacists in Dalaran who can heal."

"Is it really serious?" Jesse asked.

Greed continued, "As you said, Teron Gorefiend pierced your shoulder with your magic wand… The wound should have been very frightening, but now there are signs of recovery, are you sure it was pierced? How painful was it?"

"Extremely painful," Jesse said, "I was pinned to the wall, what do you think?"

Greed said, "Are you still not feeling faint after being nailed to the wall? Why don’t you stay here and spend the night, don’t go home. It’s raining heavily outside, and there may be danger. Tomorrow, I will take you to the pharmacist."

"Okay," Jesse took off his shirt, lay down slowly on the bed, each movement was very painful.

Once he lay down completely, he felt his head buzzing loudly.

Looking at the wall in front of him, thinking about everything that happened tonight, Teron Gorefiend’s whispers still lingered in his mind and wouldn’t go away.

Greed picked up the hammer and said, "You sleep, I’ll go outside to check the situation on the street."

The door slammed shut, and Jesse remembered the question he hadn’t had time to think about earlier because he was too nervous.

Why did Teron Gorefiend know his name?

Who told him?

As he thought about it, he fell asleep like that, he was too tired.