Chapter 261

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Chapter 261: Doing a Favor for a Fellow Villager

"Who made these big footprints?" whispered imp, holding his throat.

"Dwarf," Jesse whispered back, "A dwarf has been here recently."

"Is he still inside?" imp asked.

"I don’t know, can any of you smell a living person?"

Both demons shook their heads.

If they were tracking a demon caster, the radars of the two demon servants would have quickly alerted them. When dealing with living people, they were not as powerful as they thought.

"Be careful, let’s go inside and check. If there are Dark Iron Dwarves here, either they are using this place as a shelter or scouting inside. There might be something we want."

This ruin was not a simple space, but an underground dwelling with walls, passages, and rooms. In the unclear view, it was like a maze.

But in the first few rooms, Jesse found some abandoned containers like metal boxes, cans, etc. Maybe there’s gunpowder inside the leftover firearms.

But it’s not clear if it meets Ursula’s requirements.

Continuing deeper, walking along the wall of a corridor for a distance, the succubus suddenly stopped, with Jesse following suit.

"Shh…" the succubus chuckled softly, and Jesse noticed the demonic fire in her eyes gradually fading.

She turned invisible, and without saying a word, Jesse understood what was happening.

There were people around.

Were they Stormwind adventurers? Or dwarves?

Or… Orcs?

It was very quiet around. Not even the sound of footsteps, let alone a breath. Jesse couldn’t believe an Orc would be so patient to play hide and seek with them in the dark.

"Be honest, humans."

A hoarse sound came from behind.

His accent and voice revealed his race, he was a dwarf.

The dwarf seemed to whisper, but in the almost absolute silence, his voice rang clear like a bell.

"Don’t do anything foolish, do you know what a gun is? I just need to pull this trigger and boom… Oh, sorry, I didn’t know you had company, that’s awkward, haha."

Jesse turned around, and the dwarf not far away had a sword blade pressed against his neck from behind by Molofeel.

Under the succubus’s gaze, the dwarf’s eyes appeared a demonic red, his hair and beard a dark red, and his skin blending almost perfectly with the dark environment – Dark Iron Tribe!

The dwarf glanced sideways and asked, "Is this succubus your wife, warlock? She’s quite pretty, much prettier than the succubi I’ve seen in Shadowforge City. You’re lucky, hope you can handle her at night?"

Seeing Jesse’s expressionless face, he added, "Hey, it’s a misunderstanding, let’s go our separate ways, okay? I didn’t mean to harm you, right, if I wanted to harm you, I should have done it earlier…"

"Do you think you have a chance to fire, short one?" the succubus asked quietly.

"Absolutely not, it’s my fault, it’s my mistake," the dwarf let go of the gun, letting it fall to the ground, and raised his hands, asking, "Should I give you some good things?"

"Saenor, take off all the bullets on him."

"Okay, master."

Saenor rushed to grab the dwarf and the dwarf twisted and turned, not letting the imp reach in, making the imp cry out in frustration.

"You have to leave me some, tall one…" The Dark Iron Dwarves looked at Jesse pleadingly, saying, "Really, I want to go back alive! Without this gun, I can’t intimidate those Orcs. You seem like a good person, you don’t want to exterminate us all, right? Look, we are somewhat allies in the fight against the invading Orcs, after all, we are all natives of Azeroth! For the sake of Azeroth…"

"Don’t waste time, Molofeel, let him unload the bullets himself," Jesse said.

"Heavens, you wouldn’t let such a beautiful lady succubus waste valuable magic on me like this, I mean it, don’t let her Charm uh… okay, lovely lady, I’m willing to do anything for you, bullets, sure, I can give you anything."

The Dark Iron Dwarves started stripping off their things, from bags to bullets to daggers to luggage, at an astonishing speed, even throwing aside their underpants and socks.

Jesse looked at the white pants and realized that his previous judgment on the mountain was a bit stereotypical.

"Run to the deepest part of the ruins? No problem!" The Dark Iron Dwarves raised their hands and ran towards the darkness until even the slightest footsteps could not be heard.

It was then that Jesse noticed why he didn’t notice him approaching. The guy was walking quietly without boots, carrying a pair of leather boots hung on his belt to sneak up.

"Hey, what will you do without me?" Molofeel whispered softly.

"I didn’t call you for nothing."

"Can’t even say a word of thanks, master?"

"Thank you for not secretly cutting my throat at night." Jesse cast a Light Spell and said, "Grab the bullets and go, Dark Iron Dwarves have strong shadow resistance, they might wake up soon!"

The three guys grabbed a bunch of bullets, held their guns and ran out, rushing to the mountain, finally stopping near the abandoned dwarf camp.

Jesse checked out the things he collected, especially the gun. Unlike the fast and crazy guns in the game for compromising gameplay, the ordinary gun here was not very accurate, not reliable, and slow to load bullets.

The fire arms of Dark Iron Dwarves might be more powerful than regular ones, but only slightly. However, they should fetch a good price in the Dwarven District.

Plus, Jesse isn’t very good at shooting.

But the gunpowder in these Dark Iron bullets should meet Ursula’s requirements.

Oh, this trip to Redridge.

Jesse looked at the forest covering the mountains to the south, and the barely visible treetops of watchtowers at the edge of the horizon. Taking a deep breath, she asked, "Molofeel, didn’t you ask me to thank you?"

Before Molofeel could reply, Jesse suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her close. The succubus let out a light cry as she was dragged to the ground, unable to hold back a smile.

Looking up at Jesse, she softly said, "Just let me die here, master…"

"I’ll try," Jesse replied.

"I’m still here, damn it!" imp threw a string of bullets to the ground in frustration, saying, "Which one of you two wants to kill me first? I’d rather suffer in the Twisting Nether than continue watching this!"

"Little one, you better not look away, let me show you who the real owner is…"

Molofeel chuckled lightly, but his expression changed suddenly as he bit his lip.

"Owner, what are you… ah…"