Chapter 253
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Chapter 253: Bonfire
After establishing the Soul Link, even though Molofeel was invisible, Jesse could almost sense her location by intuition. As for any side effects, Jesse had not experienced them yet.
Since imp understood the Soul Link and did not warn Jesse, it meant that this succubus was indeed looking out for him. Even if there were side effects, they should be far outweighed by the benefits she brought.
The smell of blood… Jesse was very familiar with it, as it was the scent of the blood flowing in his own body. Every time he fed on a target full of life force, he was forced to savor it carefully.
However, now Molofeel decided to get hurt for herself, a fact that made it hard for Jesse to feel comfortable just because she was a demon.
The next morning when they arrived at Lakeshire, Jesse rode his horse over, tied it up, and went to inquire about the family members of Mr. Medeiros.
However, when Jesse went to the small house of the Medeiros family according to the address provided by the mayor, there was no one at home. Jesse had a feeling that things might get complicated.
Luckily, a lawman recognized Jesse as the mage who had killed many Gnolls in Stonewatch Keep, showed him the way to the mountaineer’s cabin, and explained how to navigate the forks in the road.
According to the lawman, if they walked quickly, they could probably get there in half a day.
After meeting up with the two demons again, Jesse looked up at the road leading to the mountains, remembering the rainy day when he had fought the Orc Shaman with Greed last time.
What would be the result if they saw that Shaman again this time?
Molofeel looked at Jesse, holding the black sword blade in her hand, and said, "I smell a scent of battle desire on our master. Am I right?"
"Can you feel that?" Jesse asked in amazement.
"What the master thinks is none of your business!" imp shouted.
The succubus lowered her eyes and stared at imp, saying, "If it weren’t for the master protecting you, you, this scum, would have died a hundred times over, do you understand? Shut your mouth, you misshapen freak birthed by a ghost mother."
"Pah! Pink-skinned fairy."
"Harmless." The succubus chuckled coldly and said, "Sounds like a compliment to me!"
Jesse sighed and said, "Last time Saenor saved me down by the lake shore, Molofeel, stop thinking about killing it all the time."
"Did you hear me, you ignorant fool!" imp stood tall and said, "I am the true companion and servant of the master, at best you are just a toy for pleasure!"
"Is that so?" The succubus glared at imp, then turned to Jesse and asked, "Master, am I just a pleasure toy to you? I can’t help but feel…"
"You are all my friends," Jesse interrupted her, "Let’s hurry on our way, we’re too close to Lakeshire here. If the militia passing by sees you two, they will try to punish me on the spot." With that, Jesse headed towards the path in the forest.
"I don’t want to be friends, I want to be a toy…" mumbled Molofeel as he caught up with his steps.
"Ah! Crazy person!" imp shouted angrily.
When they came here with Greed before, they stayed in the foothills area, without climbing higher.
This time, Jesse kept walking up along the path, until he reached an open area without trees blocking the view. Looking into the distance, with the clear weather and dry winter air, he could see a large dark area of Elwynn Forest further south.
And at the origin of that darkness was a grey mountain range directly to the south of the mountain range where Jesse was. Jesse knew that beyond that grey mountain range lies Deadwind Pass, where Karazhan, the dark tower, was located.
He couldn’t see any part of the Karazhan tower structure, of course.
From this distance, the shadows of the mountains at the edge of sight were only about thirty to forty kilometers away. And continuing south from that grey mountain range, there might be over a hundred kilometers to truly reach the base of the tower.
But the terrifying energy released by Karazhan, Jesse could already feel it from here.
Void, shadow, endless power leaked from invisible places, causing palpitations. At this moment, he noticed Molofeel beside him was paying attention to another direction — southeast.
He followed the succubus’s gaze and saw the dark, indistinct mountains in the distance that stretched to the edge of his vision.
Even though it was hard to see clearly, Jesse knew that it was the vast Black Swamp.
He had once seen a rough area of The Black Morass on an early map of the Orc War, which was a wet wilderness as big as the entire Kingdom of Stormwind, blocked to the north by the mountains of Khaz Modan and stretching all the way south to the territory of the Gurubashi trolls.
Jesse knew what Molofeel was looking at – she was looking in the direction of the Dark Portal.
Before the Dark Portal appeared, no one, whether human or troll, wanted to venture into that swamp and go to that place. But at this moment, it had become the most terrifying battlefield on the entire continent.
However, when Jesse looked over there, he couldn’t see anything, after all, the Dark Portal was even further than Karazhan.
"I haven’t eaten properly for a day. I need to eat something. You guys find a place to rest. It seems a bit far from that cabin." Jesse rummaged in his pack, took out the dry bread he had prepared, and sighed.
"Don’t you like eating this?" Molofeel asked.
"What else can I do?" Jesse sighed and said, "It’s winter now, there’s not much fruit to eat on the mountain!"
"Do you want to eat meat?" The succubus looked towards the distant hill and asked, "Would you like me to prepare some meat for you?"
"Can you hunt?" Jesse asked.
The succubus sneered, laughed lightly, and disappeared in front of Jesse’s eyes. Jesse could feel her swiftly dart into a bush in the distance.
Yes, magical invisibility, is there a more terrifying hunting advantage than this?
Since she’s gone to find food, they should now set up a barbecue grill here with the imp.
"Go help me find dry grass and twigs, Saenor!"
"Yes!"
Jesse commanded the imp while looking around for small forked twigs. He found two of similar thickness to stick them into a somewhat flat small clearing, then kicked away any debris around, leaving only a mound of soil.
He didn’t want to accidentally start a wildfire here in the winter.
After all, setting a fire to burn a mountain, sitting in prison.
After setting up the grill with imp, Jesse looked at imp and said, "Step back."
Imp jumped onto a nearby rock and stared at Jesse, asking, "What is the purpose of the master’s stance?"
"Practice magic," Jesse muttered, watching the fire while softly chanting, "Kibimophrosas."
With a loud bang, the flames that erupted caused the entire grill to collapse on the spot. Jesse took several steps back in fright, watching the kindling with sparks scattered everywhere…
"Master, what are you doing?! I collected this so painstakingly! Ahhh – it’s on fire! It’s on fire!"
Although imp grumbled, he also jumped around excitedly, watching the burning kindling flying all over the sky and shouting non-stop.
Jesse hurriedly stomped out the scattered sparks, to prevent a wildfire.
"Quick, help me… What are you yelling about?"
Alone with a ghost, they busied themselves for a while before setting up the grill again and lighting the fire with the remaining embers. It was so cold that Jesse started to sweat.
Jesse noticed that this time the flames had no shadows, just pure fire burning.
Did he really release an effective Scorch Curse?
Thinking about the uncontrollable madness of the past few days… Besides feeling guilty about his teacher, he was not as uneasy as before.
Perhaps that’s why he could easily control the power of shadows, preventing them from engulfing the fire magic he ignited.
With these thoughts in mind, he pulled out a burning twig from the fire, watching the small flame at the top until it gradually thickened in its flickering, turning more red, eventually becoming as terrifying as blood, like a devil murmuring while dancing wildly in the gradually darkening dusk.
Jesse used his fingers to extinguish the dark red flame, crushed the charred part of the stick into purplish-black ash, and blew away the remaining half of the stick he casually tossed downhill off the cliff.