Chapter 259

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Chapter 259: Evidence

Humbury Medeiros followed Jesse back to the hollow they had been to earlier. He seemed a lot calmer than before, as if the effects of the spiritual curse had mostly disappeared.

"Is he alright?" asked Humbury. "My son Ka’ark, is he injured?"

"Not completely okay," said Jesse.

"What happened to him?"

"Similar to what happened to you, but he is temporarily safe for now," Jesse asked, "Do you not remember what you did earlier?"

Humbury said, "I felt like I saw a demon, thinking he was going to hurt my son, so I…"

"The demon you mentioned is me," Jesse said, extending his injured arm, "This is your doing, Mr. Medeiros. I am not a charity worker, if you do not intend to compensate properly, I will discuss this matter with the sheriff of Lakeshire when you return."

Upon hearing this, Humbury quickly said, "Mr. Mage, I really didn’t know what I was doing, that woman cursed me, that’s why I felt dizzy, I am truly sorry, I will make it up to you."

"So, what exactly happened?" Jesse asked as he checked the wound on his arm.

Humbury hesitated, "Someone told me dragon scales can be sold for money, for several gold coins, and a treasure hunting group will accept anyone who can find dragon scales. They said they would search together on the north side of the mountain, share the profits, so we agreed to meet inside the cave up there. My son and I just entered and felt too hot, almost fainting, but then a woman approached me, she told me…"

He scratched his head, then said, "She said she could save me before the world ends. She said even if Orcs attack Lakeshire again, I can survive. I don’t know why, but I believed her."

"That’s a Wyrmkin," Jesse said. "A creature that is part dragon and part human. I think she can use dark magic to influence people’s minds, making you see her as a human. Your son was also affected. When I found him, that Wyrmkin was casting a spell on him."

"A creature that is part dragon and part human… Why did it want to find me?" Humbury said as they walked. "Is it related to that dragon scale?"

"I can’t be sure, but is that dragon scale still in your possession?" Jesse asked.

Humbury replied, "It was taken by that woman, no, that creature."

Upon hearing this, Jesse thought he should carefully search for the Wyrmkin’s body again.

However, Jesse was very concerned about the mention of being saved before the world ends.

Could it be the Twilight’s Hammer? It shouldn’t be.

The Twilight’s Hammer was a clan created by the Ogrewarlock Gugar, who worshipped the Old Gods. It would take many years for them to develop into a cult.

Now, Gugar and his loyal Orc fugitives have not yet recovered from Gul’dan’s death. They are now considered traitors even among the Orc tribe, and it is surprising that they have swiftly started activities in the Redridge area.

Leading Humbury to the mountain pass, he saw his son sleeping against a tree.

"Ka’ark?"

Just as Jesse was about to tell him that his son may not have fully recovered yet, Humbury rushed forward.

He gently tapped the young man’s face, and Little Medeiros slowly opened his eyes.

"No… no…"

As soon as he woke up, he was so scared that he retreated, scrambling around the trees until Humbury called his name several times, which seemed to help him regain his senses.

"Dad? Is that you?"

"Did I hurt you… Ka’ark?"

"No…no…"

The two people hugged each other tightly, the son started crying in pain, and the father had a look of regret and pain too.

"I told the sheriff Longscale’s secret, dad, I was afraid they would deceive you…"

"You did the right thing, Ka’ark, or else we would have been in big trouble."

Old Medeiros turned to look at Jesse, saying "thank you" repeatedly. Jesse looked at the two of them, thinking about his experience in Redridge that Humbury had just mentioned, wondering who had tricked him into coming here.

If it wasn’t the Twilight’s Hammer, could it be the Cult of the Dragon?

In the game, the Cult of the Dragon is a strange organization made up of orcs, humans, and draenei in the shattered world of Draenor.

They seem to be dedicated to helping the black dragons hatch and nurture their young in the Blade’s Edge Mountains. In return, the black dragons find ways to bless them – turning them into Wyrmkin.

When players arrived in Blade’s Edge Mountains, the Cult of the Dragon strangely gathered a large group of humans as followers, even though at that time, only the Night Elf forces had reached the location.

The Wyrmcultists, who live on Blade’s Edge Mountain, surprisingly do not have many Night Elves among them. They are mainly made up of orcs and humans. Where did they get so many humans from?…

Jesse guessed that the Wyrmcultists may have been existing on Azeroth all along. They followed the black dragons into Draenor, helping them sneak dragon eggs to the Dark Portal.

After settling in the mountains of Draenor, they became assistants to the black dragons in hatching dragon eggs.

Could the encounter between the father and son be the way the Wyrmkin recruit followers to worship the dragons here?

Luring them to a place through some means, and then controlling their minds?

If the son hadn’t slipped away quickly and encountered Jesse, both of them would probably have been brainwashed into worshipping the black dragons as cultists.

If they were taken back to Lakeshire or even Stormwind, who knows how much trouble it would cause. After they regained some clarity, Jesse led them to find the Wyrmkin corpse lying on the ground.

"Can you see anything? Jesse asked.

Neither the father nor the son could say anything. The son stepped forward tentatively and said, "It seems familiar… is this the creature that turned into a woman and deceived us, by all that is holy."

"He didn’t turn into a monster," explained Jesse. "She just used magic to deceive your minds, her true appearance has always been like this."

After hearing Jesse’s words, Little Medeiros stared at the Wyrmkin for a long time without saying anything.

Jesse walked to the body, carefully searched through her clothes and accessories.

Apart from some wrist guards of unknown origin, a torn dark red cloak almost too big for a human to wear, and some clothes that didn’t fit human sizes, there was nothing else on her.

"The dragon scale is not on her," Jesse turned to Old Medeiros and asked, "Are you sure she took the dragon scale?"

Humbury replied, "If that woman is her… then yes."

Jesse could probably guess what the Wyrmkin was here for, she was probably here to eliminate evidence of the black dragon’s existence, and the scale might indeed have been dropped by a passing black dragon.

That’s right, she destroyed the dragon scale, but left herself here, isn’t that even more incriminating evidence?

"Could you lend me the dagger, Mr. Medeiros?" Jesse reached out her hand.

"Okay." Humbury handed over the dagger, feeling guilty on his face.

Jesse took it and stepped on Wyrmkin’s neck.

The father and son looked at the mage, who was under twenty years old, with a complicated expression. The mage rolled up his sleeves, held the knife in his left hand, inserted it between the rough scales, and slowly cut off the entire Wyrmkin’s head. He then kicked and stomped the head, almost no blood left.

"The head is mine, the rest is up to you. I suggest you report this to the sheriff in Lakeshire to be cautious." Jesse took a few breaths and said, "I will take this back to Stormwind to report. By the way, can I borrow a cloth bag?"

"Here…" Little Medeiros handed Jesse a cloth bag, saying, "Thank you for saving my father’s life, mage, and mine too."

Jesse took the bag and returned the dagger, smiling, "No need for thanks. Let’s calculate the medical expenses for my wound now, gentlemen."