Chapter 269

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Chapter 269: New Residents of the Forest

The carriages from Moonbrook were mostly carrying food supplies, squeezing Jesse and Vereesa into a corner next to each other.

Unlike the strong scent of other Elf Mages, Vereesa only had a light grassy scent on her, as she was a Farstrider who had grown tired of wearing perfume while wandering in the forests full of trolls.

Thinking back to Morgan’s joke earlier, Jesse realized that he didn’t need anything extra for this trip with Vereesa.

Not just because of the tight schedule, or Greed’s experiences, but also warnings about being cautious around elves.

Of course, he didn’t believe that Vereesa Windrunner truly belonged to the kind of immoral character described by Greed.

Perhaps more troubling was Molofeel, the succubus who had been warping his views on relationships these past few days, making him feel uneasy even around regular people.

This shouldn’t be the influence of Shadow Power, right? Is it?

Thinking this, the carriage suddenly stopped.

The person in front said something for a while, but Jesse was distracted and didn’t hear clearly.

Looking ahead, it seemed like something was blocking the road. "Wolves? Are there wolves?!"

The coachman of the carriage asked.

"Wild wolves? Scare them away! Don’t let them block the road, cursed wild beasts!"

Two men holding steel forks jumped off the carriage and walked towards the front. At this moment, Jesse noticed that Vereesa seemed not to pay much attention upfront. She raised her head and twitched her nose, saying, "No, Jesse!"

Before she finished speaking, several indiscernible things suddenly flew out from the gloomy woods on both sides of the road, heading straight towards the two men holding steel forks. Suddenly, a jarring arrow accurately hit one of them, while the other crashed into one of the men, knocking him to the ground. The man lay on the ground, mouth agape, unable to shout.

Jesse looked closely and realized there was an axe stuck in him!

What kind of spooky thing threw the axe so fast like a flying knife?!

"Ogre!" Vereesa shouted, "Everyone, be careful!"

"Ogre?!"

"What?!"

The convoy suddenly became chaotic. Vereesa pulled her bow and shot several arrows into the forest. Roars and growls were heard from the woods, the roar was deeper and more furious than any wild bear…

Suddenly, a tall tree by the road was broken, and a giant figure over three meters tall leaped out. This guy had his mouth half open, his teeth were as thick as a hippo’s, and his eyes stared blankly ahead without looking around.

He held a huge stick that seemed to be made of tree trunk and swung it horizontally towards a carriage in front. The carriage driver was scared and jumped back directly, the hit smashed the carriage to pieces. Then, he smashed the rear of the packhorse that failed to escape from the carriage into a puddle of blood!

Wolf howls echoed around, Jesse jumped down from the carriage. Suddenly, a rumbling sound of footsteps came from behind, as he turned around, he saw an Ogre blocking his view stopping right in front of him, holding a small axe that seemed disproportionate to its size.

Looking up, an arrow was already on his forehead. The Ogre stared at Jesse for a while, laughed foolishly a few times, then fell backwards. The impact of the fall made Jesse’s feet numb.

Under the carriage, Jesse heard some footsteps and looked down, a gray wolf was about to bite his leg. The wolf had a sturdy collar around its neck, looking like something made by Orcs, it had scratched Jesse’s skin badly, but it was not a Worg, it was a local forest wolf!

Is this Ogre’s pet?

Jesse kicked the wolf away and heard Vereesa shout from above.

"Jesse! Over there!" Vereesa shot an arrow which went straight into an Ogre’s belly. The Ogre paused, then frantically clawed at its belly, cursing.

Jesse held a magic wand from Wyrmkin, following the direction pointed out by the elf, he saw an Ogre running towards them with a club raised.

He cast a spell called Scorch Curse, a burst of fiery red heat exploded on the Ogre’s shoulder, flesh and bone scattered in a strange pink mist in the air.

The Ogre, shocked, stumbled a few steps with only a few muscles holding its arm together. Jesse cast another spell towards its head, causing its skull to shatter, falling backward into the nearby bushes.

Jesse didn’t have time to see the tall creatures fall, another Ogre came running with a howl from behind. These monsters in battle were completely unpredictable, as powerful as they were imposing.

Jesse turned to cast Fear on the Ogre but just one look from him made the fierce expression on the Ogre’s face disappear, leaving it stunned in place.

"Wizard… wizard… scared…"

They shouted Orcish language to warn each other, soon distant Ogres also heard the shouts and started shouting too.

"Wizard! There is a wizard!"

"Run!"

An Ogre was charging towards the road with an axe raised, hesitating for a moment upon hearing his companions shout to run, an arrow went through his forehead instantly.

His two blank eyes looked up at his own head, reached out to scratch, grabbed the arrow trying to pull it out, but collapsed as soon as he pulled hard.

Vereesa had just pulled out an arrow from behind, panting as she looked towards Jesse.

"Jesse… your eyes."

"What?"

Vereesa touched Jesse’s sweaty forehead and her eyes lit up for a moment.

"Your eyes were full of darkness just now, are you okay?"

"I… don’t feel anything special."

Listening to Vereesa’s words, Jesse even thought he might be consumed by darkness again.

But he didn’t feel the urge to kill uncontrollably, he only wanted to save the caravan members who were defenseless in front of the Ogre and were helping him to Darkshire.

But thinking back to earlier, it seemed he hadn’t cast any spells yet and that Ogre was affected by a Fear spell.

What’s going on? Wasn’t that his Fear spell? Are there other warlocks here?

He looked around the forest, but there was no sign of anyone.

There were four Ogre corpses around, each pierced by several arrows in vital areas, except for the one blown up by Jesse.

The rest of the caravan was still in complete shock, they hadn’t even reacted to the Ogre attack.

"There are Ogres here?" Vereesa asked.

"I don’t know," Jesse said, looking at the bodies around them. "They were probably blocked by the expedition army and couldn’t return to the Dark Portal, so they got stuck here."

"Why are they so afraid of you?" Vereesa asked again.

Jesse asked, "Do you understand Orcish language?"

"I know a little," Vereesa replied.

"It was the two travelers we brought from Raven Hill who saved us… the elf and the Fire Mage!" Someone shouted from somewhere.

"Damn it… without them, we would have been done for. Why are there Ogres…"

"What are your names? I must take your names back to Stormwind, mage!"

"He is Jesse Seso," Vereesa replied.

"Master Seso… I will always remember this name."

"Is anyone injured? Up ahead…"

"Yes… Baralas took an axe to the shoulder, he’s under the wheel. Please rescue him first! Do you have any Healing Potions or herbs… he’s badly hurt!"

"I do." Jesse took out a bottle and said, "I have some here."

"I feel bad taking Master’s for free," the leader of the caravan said. "I’ll pay!"

Frantically, he took out two gold coins and a pile of silver coins from his pocket and put them into Jesse’s pouch.

"This is too much…"

"This is not just for buying medicine, it’s also my gratitude to the master and that beautiful elven lady. Without both of you, our group would surely have perished. Falling into the hands of those monsters would be a fate worse than death!"

Jesse handed the Healing Potion to the leader and glanced at the coins scattered in his bag. After a moment of hesitation, he said, "Vereesa, you should have some of this."

"What are you talking about? Keep it all." Vereesa whispered, "I’m running out of arrows, Jesse. If they didn’t suddenly retreat, I would have fled with you. There were too many of them, and I’m not confident in fighting those big guys with a knife. I can’t guarantee hitting the vital points every time."

Jesse swallowed and asked, "Did you sense any other spellcasters here? Like warlocks or mages?"

"No," Vereesa replied, "Just you. You’re not pretending there’s someone else to take credit, are you?"

"No, I just…" Jesse wasn’t pretending, as he wasn’t sure how he scared off those Ogres either.

But he was the only warlock in the whole convoy. Who else could it be?

"Help me pull out the arrows, Jesse, and see if there are any usable ones left," Vereesa asked. "It will take me a long time to do it alone."

Jesse nodded and approached a fallen Ogre’s body.

Even in death, the monster was still terrifying. Jesse felt a sense of unease standing in front of it, as if what he saw was not real.

However, Ogre is not a native creature of Azeroth, so it’s normal to find it strange.

If he was the only warlock here, it means he just used Shadow Magic without casting a spell.

This reminded him of that crazy night when he seemed to have set fire to the boar’s body without reciting a spell.

While thinking about this, he tried to pull out the arrow from the Ogre’s forehead, only to hear someone shouting from behind, "Hurry up, help Miss Elf find her arrow! Quick!"

The people in the caravan quickly searched the Ogre’s bodies for arrows, wiped off the blood, and handed them to Vereesa. Vereesa was a bit embarrassed but kept thanking them. However, many arrows were broken or unusable, so they only managed to salvage four or five that were still usable.