Chapter 178

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Chapter 178: Dream of the North

Big snow falling, a lonely young man struggling to walk in the snow, each step blocked by thick snow and blizzard, feeling like he might fall at any moment before stabilizing each step.

Jesse thought this dream was too strange, why was he running in the snow and only wearing a thin coat.

Where is this place, is it Northrend?

He had never been to Northrend, why was he dreaming of something related to Norjingde?

Looking around, all he could see was white, things further away were completely blocked by the snowstorm, was this even a dream?

After walking for who knows how long, Jesse suddenly saw a tall shadow far ahead, was it a tower or a church?

The tall tower of Northrend… could it be the Dragon’s Rest Temple?

The Dragon’s Rest Temple is where the dragons live, and the snowy plain where this Titan tower stands is the place where dragons go to die, many dragon bones buried here, so it’s also called the Dragonbone Wasteland.

Looking in that direction, the towering tower was so tall that it gave people chills. Maybe it wasn’t as exaggerated as some super tall buildings of the 21st century, but standing alone in the snowy plain, far enough to make people feel oppressed.

No matter where this is, at least the shadow ahead is the only "thing" in sight, keep walking towards there, maybe it will wake up.

Even though Jesse felt the icy wind, but in just a single shirt, he could not freeze or die. He shivered and moved forward for who knows how long without collapsing due to exhaustion.

Climbing over a snowy slope, a second shadow appeared in the field of vision, much closer, on the edge not far ahead.

It was a person.

"Hey! Who are you, can you take me out of here?"

Jesse shouted and stood still, waiting for the other person to respond.

The man turned his head and glanced over, he was a male human, black hair, around forty years old, with a slight mustache on his lips.

This man wore a simple brown thick outer robe, like a nobleman, and also like a soldier, but what’s more noteworthy is his appearance…

He was so charming, it made Jesse feel a little uncomfortable.

He looked a bit like a middle-aged Tom Cruise, with the charisma of George Clooney, but there was something supernatural in his eyes and eyebrows that made it hard for others to believe it was a real face.

But since this was in a dream, it was all right.

"Who are you?" Jesse asked.

"You come to my place and ask me who I am?" the man asked, not too pleased.

Jesse said directly, "I guess once I figure out who you are, I can leave this place."

"Then go ahead, take a guess, who am I?" the man asked.

Jesse looked at him, his gaze blurred to a faraway tall tower in the distance, reminiscing about the man’s words – this was his place.

"You…"

Jesse suddenly opened his eyes, his whole body was completely soaked in sweat.

Sitting up, the sky was already bright, Greed sat on a chair looking at him.

"You had another bad dream. What did you dream of this time?"

"Uh…"

"You can’t even say this? You have too many secrets."

"Okay, a black dragon." Jesse said.

Greed rubbed his beard and said, "Coincidentally, I also dreamt of a black dragon last night. It was really scary… Did the black dragons who attacked Dalaran last night scare both of us? Since after Southshore, it wasn’t the first time I dreamt of black dragons. It’s so painful, sleep used to be enjoyable, but these days, I’m a bit scared before falling asleep!"

Jesse, still thinking about Greed’s words, had not yet had time to ponder, when waves of sharp pain began to intensify from his shoulder…

"Wait… why does it hurt so much! It’s getting worse." He turned on his side and fell onto the bed, sweating from the pain.

"I thought you looked calm yesterday. I thought Lordaeron people were tough guys, but turns out you’re just exhausted!" Greed quickly rummaged through the cabinet and said, "Hang in there, let me see if there’s something to ease the pain… Maybe you were too rough when getting up after getting hurt, couldn’t you be more careful?"

"Is this also my fault?!" Jesse pressed his head against the headboard for a while until Greed came over to change his medicine and bandage, it took a while before he felt a bit better.

"You really should go to the pharmacist’s, Jesse," Greed said as he helped him tie it up.

"Of course… I’ll go now."

Jesse slowly moved his body like a bug, took a deep breath, and his head was starting to feel dizzy from the pain.

He tried to remember the person in his dream, but it was becoming fuzzy now.

If Jesse’s guess was correct, that person was most likely the Dragonfather himself, Deathwing, or at least his son, Nefarian.

After being tormented by shadows, having a nightmare didn’t surprise Jesse, but dreaming of such a huge dragon… that was unexpected.

There aren’t many black dragons left who dare to call the Dragonblight their home.

Maybe when Deathwing tried to control the situation last night, the terrifying shadow power he released affected himself, resulting in this dream. And Greed dreaming of the black dragon further proves this.

Jesse has never seen Deathwing or his sons, let alone their mortal forms.

Perhaps it’s the memories in the black dragon blood that gave him a slight impression of those ancient black dragons.

"Speaking of black dragons, they didn’t break in yesterday," Greed sighed, sitting on the bed and said, "The mages here resisted bravely, even killed a dragon whelp. The black dragon fled in the middle of the night, should be unable to break through the mages’ defenses several times. Instead, the situation in the city was more chaotic, but after the black dragon retreated, the mages quickly regained control of the situation, but things were already very bad."

Greed glanced at Jesse’s pocket watch and continued, "I went to the pharmacist this morning, it was crowded with people, most injured last night were not mages, but the civilians in the city. The Death Knight killed many people."

Jesse thought about the undead encountered last night, the damaged buildings, and the hidden civilians. What Greed said was not hard to imagine.

"How about, are you ready to leave?" asked the dwarf.

Jesse nodded, picked up Vereesa’s sword, tucking his torn shirt from being tormented by Gorefiend last night under his arm.

The style of this sword was too different from Jesse and Greed’s usual attire. It would definitely cause trouble if exposed. The incident of being caught at Stormwind Prison last time still haunted Jesse a bit.

Jesse looked at the magic wand again and said, "You should keep this thing with you for now. Don’t take it out before leaving Dalaran."

"Finally scared, huh? I thought you didn’t care when I saw you carrying this thing around these days," Greed said while packing.

Besides the Orc, hardly anyone could recognize what it was before. Not even the magic wand experts in Stormwind knew.

But now… the situation is a bit different.

Jesse was worried that the Gorefiend gem on this magic wand would bring unnecessary trouble, so he decided not to bring it to the main city area.