Chapter 245

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Chapter 245: "Irredeemable Corruption"

"Among different Orc tribes, the Orcish language used is not entirely the same. The Kirin Tor’s research has found that most of the discovered Orcish language materials are based on a common Orcish language, while each tribe has its own dialect, often with differences too great for Orcs from different tribes to understand."

A slightly older male student finished speaking from his notes and eagerly looked at Caro Duchamp.

Duchamp nodded and said, "Indeed, the rapid development of the Language Orcish that we know of only began in the decades before the war, during the process of many Orc tribes integrating and forming settlements."

"Language Orcish is still a highly dynamic language, easily transforming foreign words with their runes. Scholars from Stromgarde have discovered that some Orcs living in asylums are already using universal phonetic translations, such as the word ‘Arcane’. So, can anyone mention a Language Orcish word that has different meanings between different Orc tribes?"

"Nag’hor," said an older student. "In the Dragonmaw clan, this word means loyal beast, while in other Orc tribes, it refers to a dragon."

"Well said, Mr. Charlton," Duchamp nodded in agreement.

"Are there dragons on the other side of the Dark Portal too?" asked a male student.

"The dragons in Draenor are quite different from Azeroth’s Red Dragons," replied a female student. "It is said that their dragons are more savage and fierce, but also much weaker. For us, those beasts can only be called dragon-like creatures. It’s just that Orcs, upon arriving in Azeroth, immediately started calling the Red Dragons they saw here ‘Nag’hor’ because of the resemblance."

Duchamp suggested, "Yes, here I recommend that everyone can find more similar words to strengthen their understanding of Orc culture, just like this discussion about dragons. It is very helpful for enhancing one’s understanding and application of language. So, who can say a foreign word absorbed by Language Orcish, beyond the universal language?"

"Does nobody know?"

The students looked at each other, some knew a little about the common language words Orc absorbed, but when it came to absorbing Dwarven or Elvish languages… it was a mystery.

"Sayaeldra," Jesse whispered, "comes from Demonic, Sayaad, it’s the name for a female succubus."

"I really don’t know about this," Duchamp said, "Where did you learn this information, Mr. Seso?"

"I overheard some Orcs talking about it in Durnholde," he tried to explain.

"Impressive," Duchamp nodded, "Can you figure out the name for a male succubus based on this Orcish word?"

"Following Orcish language grammar, it should be Sayaerga or Sayaeldum," Jesse rubbed his eyes, thought for a moment and said, "But I haven’t fully understood the word change rules in Orcish language, Master, this is just my guess."

Duchamp said, "Very good, I lean towards Sayaerga. Of course, this is purely based on the patterns of Orcish language that I know. I believe we can find the accurate answer in the great library of Dalaran."

"In fact, the Kirin Tor had conducted deep research on succubi a thousand years ago. In general, succubi are untrustworthy, unpredictable, impulsive, and cruel demons who have a thirst for blood. Their occasional acts of kindness towards humans make them far more dangerous than the volatile Mo’arg Demons."

"So during the early days of the revival of the Kingdom of Dalaran, or after demons invaded and disrupted spatial stability, the common language term ‘succubus’ was for a long time synonymous with irredeemable corruption, especially in terms of desire."

"Of course, this is just a little distraction. Let’s focus back on the words in front of us…"

Listening to Duchamp’s simple explanation, Jesse thought back to last night when one demon unleashed its rage on another demon without holding back.

Now there were no burn marks on him, not because he was immune to flames or gained strong magic resistance when engulfed in shadows last night.

It was because he fully consumed the life force of a large mature Goretusk last night.

Despite not sleeping all night and not remembering the exact casting process, the final outcome was not good. After class at noon, he weakly made his way to the garden, sat on a stone bench, wrapped his coat tightly around himself, and stared into space for a long time.

Now he was starting to understand why the Orcs were feeling down.

The boiling blood cooled, rationality returned, the frenzy of power and desire dissipated, leaving only a cold and sluggish body.

What about the next time?

Will it be the same again?

Like an uncontrollable wild beast, driven by instinct, making irreversible mistakes, hurting loved ones, friends, innocent people, just like what happened to Malin?

Do we really have to go that far?

He found himself back to this problem again.

Watching the mages, apprentices, assistants, merchants passing by, Jesse felt tired and sleepy, could barely lift his eyes.

They all had smiles or calm faces, dressed neatly, walking gracefully, like the vibrant, sunny, hopeful Kingdom of Stormwind.

This Lordaeron man had just crawled out of the dark gutter, a corpse from the aftermath of the Third War in Lordaeron, just dressed in human skin, hiding among the crowd, watching sensitively.

Last night felt like a dream, a journey through hell. But he did succeed—the Shadow Flame, such a powerful offensive magic.

Even afterward, he casually released a dark, bloody flame at the corpse of the wild boar, blowing the already withered body to bits, so effortlessly, as easy as spitting. He didn’t even remember casting a spell.

At that moment, he even thought dealing with that lamb should be like this, not carrying it out and selling it to a fisherman from who knows where. Why is life so difficult? Can’t everything be solved easily with power?

The second fire was even more fierce and terrifying than the one he unleashed on Molofeel’s skin, now looking back, it was like a bomb exploding directly.

People passing by that place in the morning would definitely feel like there was some dark omen or something yesterday, but Jesse had no intention of going back there at all.

But isn’t this what he originally wanted? Isn’t this his purpose of going to that forest, his original plan that couldn’t be disrupted by the succubus.

Mastering the secrets of releasing shadow, having the ability to spread Shadow Flame, he finally got what he wanted, he won.

But what was the cost?

If that wasn’t losing control, Jesse didn’t know what losing control meant.

"Jesse?"

Jesse looked up, it was Amy. "What’s wrong, why do you look so pale?"

"Uh, didn’t sleep well last night."

"Are you going to eat now? I’ll treat you."

"Is it okay?"

"What are you talking about… Come on, let’s go to The Blue Recluse. Hurry up."