Chapter 274

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Chapter 274: Progress

Hearing Jesse’s question, Wolfe suddenly became nervous.

He looked at his wife, then at the young man in front of him, and asked, "What are you going to do…?"

Jesse replied, "I think you already know. She is not your wife at all. She is just a shell driven by dark energy, poorly imitating the beauty of Mrs. Wolfe. Her true soul has long departed with the disease."

"Don’t say anymore."

"Since you’ve cared for many dying people, you may guess that there are souls in this world," Jesse said. "If you care for this insane puppet that has taken over your wife’s body for the rest of your life, how will you explain to her when your soul reunites with your wife’s? If this puppet harms innocent people, do you think she will forgive you? Indulge in evil magic with her body attacking others?"

"No…no… but what should I do?" Asked Wolfe with wide eyes. "Should I kill her myself? Should I stab her in the head or as you said, smash her head with that candlestick?!"

Jesse glanced at the undead and said, "I can try to help you remove the forces driving her to move like a machine, leaving only your true wife, the body that once housed her soul. This is at least a part of the person you truly loved, giving you a chance to bury her."

"How is that possible…" Wolfe said almost in despair.

"Are you willing?" Jesse asked.

Wolfe looked at his "wife" who was still twitching her eyes uncontrollably, and nodded hard.

"Are you sure, Jesse…" Vereesa whispered.

Jesse looked at her and whispered, "Don’t worry, even Gorefiend has experienced it, why fear a woman."

"Eraman, Siliondor."

He calmly recited the spell, without using the power of a magic wand, just reaching out his hand, and suddenly Eliza’s once smooth skin rapidly aged, her soft black hair turning grey and withering.

Wolfe began to cry uncontrollably, continuously uttering his wife’s name, until the magic ended and Eliza weakly slumped against the wall, he then rushed over to support her lifeless body.

"Eliza, my love… You, truly beautiful…"

Wolfe held his wife’s frail body tightly, bowing his head he said, "I don’t know why, sir, but I feel much lighter now, she left me looking like this, never changing. That man in black made her young again, sickly young, something I could never accept, she was no longer the youthful version I remembered… I must have been insane to agree to his request."

Jesse said, "Let’s arrange a funeral for her, Mr. Thomas Wolfe, the townspeople and the residents of Raven Hill will surely want to pay their respects."

The old man nodded, Jesse and Vereesa left the small house and stood outside, it was already late.

"Are you really planning to leave this Necromancer here like this? He resurrected a Death Knight." Vereesa asked in a low voice.

"Inform the Wizard’s Sanctum once we get back."

"Why not tell that Elburok?"

"Dealing with magic affairs or going to Wizard’s Sanctum would be more professional," explained Jesse. "And I’m worried that the people of Darkshire might handle him roughly. After all, he is a doctor. Morgan told me that both Darkshire and Raven Hill need him now."

"I hope the mages can come up with a suitable solution, like strict monitoring, or maybe even imprisoning him for a few years…" He looked around and said, "It seems that the so-called gift from that man in black is what Greed and I found at that Gnoll’s place. The Alchemist just threw the things there and ran off, then the Gnolls picked everything up."

"I hope this guy didn’t stash any necromantic items elsewhere. If the mages find them, he won’t face such a lenient punishment."

"So, what does he mean by Gallanarash?" Vereesa asked. "Is it a place name?"

Jesse said, "Gallanarash is Orcish language, it means Shattered Hand tribe. I believe there must still be remnants of the Shattered Hand on Azeroth, and they are willing to serve the Death Knight we are searching for. He may want Mr. Wolfe to find the whereabouts of the Shattered Hand Orcs."

Vereesa sighed and said, "Right now, I feel like I’m being tossed around by him."

"This is a huge progress, isn’t it?" Jesse smiled and said.

"Indeed, thank you, Jesse," Vereesa said.

Badlands, a barren land to the east of Burning Steppes and similar to the northern Redridge, is a desert devastated by the explosion impact of Blackrock Mountain, but not as extreme as Burning Steppes.

In the game, there is a tribal outpost called Kargath Outpost, built to honor the former leader of the Shattered Hand tribe – Kargath Bladefist.

Jesse had heard that some soldiers from the Shattered Hand who failed at the Dark Portal fled north to Badlands. Perhaps Chief Thrall named the place not only to commemorate Kargath but also to allow the lurking Shattered Hand tribe nearby to peacefully join his new tribe instead of joining the tribe at Blackrock Mountain.

If Gallanarash signifies a certain location, it most likely refers to that place.

"If you confirm the location, do you plan to go alone?"

"Yes, Sylvanas does not want humans to be involved."

"If you are gone for a long time this time, I cannot just sit idly. I will definitely inform the king. By then, it won’t be as simple as being involved, it will be much more troublesome than now."

"So you think I will definitely fail, and cause trouble for you?"

Just as Jesse was about to say something, he suddenly felt nauseous, ran into the nearby forest, leaned against a tree, took a few breaths, and then vomited a mix of black and yellow pus-like liquid.

"Darn it…"

His whole stomach was in excruciating pain, caused by the dark necrotic energy that had disturbed him earlier. Even though it was just the necrotic power of an ordinary resurrected zombie, he couldn’t digest it.

Vereesa caught up and took out a Healing Potion from her bag, uncorking it.

Jesse sat aside, took the potion and drank it in one gulp, finally feeling a bit better.

He gasped and said, "You’re very strong, Vereesa, I have no doubt about that. But the other side is also tough. Don’t take unnecessary risks. Your sister definitely wouldn’t want you to be in danger."

Vereesa frowned, leaning against a tree trunk without saying a word.

Jesse caught his breath, slowly sat on the ground, rummaged through the bag for a while and asked, "Where did all the biscuits and dried meat I brought go?!"

"I ate them all," Vereesa said impatiently.

"Then what am I supposed to eat?!" Jesse asked.

Vereesa pointed to the distance and said, "There’s an inn in the town! Didn’t someone give you a lot of money?"

"This is terrible…" Jesse threw the bag aside, and the clinking sound of coins echoed as they hit the ground.

He sighed deeply as he gazed down the pitch-black road ahead.

After a while, Vereesa said, "I’m sorry!"

"Finally realizing you should save some food for your companions?" Jesse asked.

"No," Vereesa said with her head down, "You’re right. I shouldn’t have gone to find that Death Knight alone. I know very little about his power now, and I don’t understand the Shattered Hand either. If he is really as you say, even Orcs would call him the Death Wish… I don’t know how it will end."

Jesse glanced at the female elf and finally felt relieved.

"Okay, I accept your apology. Do you have any food left over there?"

Vereesa looked down at him, took out an egg from her pocket, and said, "Here!"

"Where did these eggs come from?" Jesse asked as she picked them up.

"The humans outside gave them to us while you were sleeping in the tent," Vereesa said.

"Have you been hiding these for so long in case I starve?"

"I thought I had eaten them all, only just realized I missed one."