Chapter 297

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Chapter 297: Blackrock and the Shattered Hand

Now, Jesse finally had time to think about the problems between the Blackrock Clan, The Shattered Hand, and the Black Dragons.

Since the Blackrock Clan has already settled in Blackrock Spire, and the former Warchief Blackhand’s two sons are about to claim leadership here to restore the traditional Horde, they are actively reaching out to other surviving Horde clans in Azeroth, such as Dragonmaw, the Blood Ring, and other wanderers, trying to rebuild the Horde.

However, not all orcs agree with them. The Blood Ring clan believes that the Horde of the Blackrock Clan is just a group of disorganized people. They have always planned to find an opportunity to return to the Dark Portal and join the Horde now led by Ner’zhul, rather than staying in Azeroth to follow Blackhand’s sons.

What about the Shattered Hand?

The Shattered Hand is one of the highest-ranking clans in the Horde and is likely to oppose this new "traditional" idea from Blackrock.

In turn, Blackhand’s sons, including the current Blackrock Chieftain, Rend, would find it hard to accept them entering Blackrock Spire.

They were surely very worried that the Shattered Hand chieftain, Kargath, was among these wandering Orcs. If he reached Blackrock Mountain, Chief Red would be in big trouble.

Both in strength and reputation, the sons of Blackhand could not compete with Kargath Blade Fist himself.

Of course, Jesse knew that Kargath didn’t ultimately stay in Azeroth, but instead withdrew back to Dark Portal with the Horde.

However, the Blackrock Clan trapped here may not know this. Could this be one of the conditions for the Blackrock Clan to accept the alliance with the Black Dragons? To let the Black Dragons drive away the Shattered Hand Orcs wandering around Redridge?

What about that Death Knight?

The Death Knight’s relationship with the Blackrock Clan is very poor. The Blackrock Clan feels betrayed by Gul’dan because he chose to take a group of elite troops to the Tomb of Sargeras to find "power equal to that of a god" at the most critical time of the Horde’s battle, and Teron Gorefiend and his Death Knights were Gul’dan’s confidants.

When Teron Gorefiend came to Azeroth to search for the three artifacts, he had sought help from Blackrock Spire before, but he was rejected.

Even disregarding this relationship, the threat of the Death Knights to the Blackhand brothers’ rule is significant.

So, it was quite normal for Angol the Deathwish to seek support from the wandering Orcs because he didn’t have many other options south of Khaz Modan.

Of course, all this was just Jesse’s guess. Sitting here with nothing to do, he could only let his mind wander. After all, he hadn’t seen the Death Knight yet, and had no idea about the location of the Shattered Hand Orc in the Badlands.

"Jesse, your…" Vereesa pointed at Jesse’s nose.

Jesse wiped it with the back of his hand and found out that blood was coming out.

"It’s okay," he wiped the blood off and said, "This is normal."

"What about your eyes?"

"Um… yes," Jesse wiped the sticky blood from the corner of his eye.

Jesse remembered facing the baby dragon just now, besides feeling anxious, excited, and resisting, he had many other emotions.

Concern for Vereesa getting hurt, fear of suddenly dying accidentally…

After all, he had used too much Shadow Magic. If it were in the past, it would be difficult to avoid losing control of emotions, whether it was becoming irritable, bloodthirsty, or something else.

However, now his heart was pounding, with some difficult-to-control anger, but more because of the damage to his clothes, especially his cloak.

The rest was just the fear from almost being swallowed by the Shadow Flame just now.

No emotional outburst caused by the power of the shadow?

It doesn’t seem very obvious.

But Jesse knew that shadows were good at sneaking up on you when you least expected it, so he couldn’t let his guard down.

"You don’t seem like you’re not worried." Vereesa leaned against the wall and looked over, taking out a cold cheese from a bag of food as she spoke.

"Are you sure you’re okay?"

"This is the aftermath of that magic," Jesse confessed, "and after using Shadow Magic in battle, I need some time to calm down, not just physically, but mentally… I need to cool down."

"Are you worried that you’ll gradually lose control because of the shadow?" Vereesa asked.

"Of course, after all, if I went crazy, wouldn’t I be putting you in danger?" Jesse chuckled.

"You didn’t learn Shadow Magic just to know me," Vereesa said, "Is it because of an incident that you’re being so cautious, related to that dwarf? Does he know you’re a warlock? I know Dwarf Wildhammer despises shadows, Grim Batol was destroyed by shadows."

"He knows," Jesse said, "But he’s not too concerned about my issues right now."

Vereesa hesitated for a moment and said, "I’m not surprised."

Jesse nodded, sighed, and leaned against the wall.

The elf’s swallowing was very careful, showing that her wound still hurt. Jesse also touched his food bag and only found a strap left. He realized it must have been punctured by the Shadow Flame.

"That’s unfortunate," Jesse rubbed his face to perk up, and at that moment, Vereesa handed him a piece of smoked meat.

"Keep this for yourself, you’re injured," Jesse shook his head and said, "I will go outside and see if I can find any food or something. After all, I’m a mercenary, and you’re the boss."

"Will there be an extra charge for dealing with this black dragon?" Vereesa asked.

Jesse laughed and asked, "Do you have any money?"

Vereesa licked her chapped lips and said, "Let’s put it on hold for now, we’ll settle it later. Do you know if there’s anything edible outside?"

"Scorpions or other creatures that can survive here. We don’t have many choices left at this point," Jesse said. "Are you okay staying here by yourself?"

"You should worry about yourself," Vereesa said, glancing over and warning, "Be careful not to get stung by scorpions."

"I have an antidote with me."

Jesse picked up a magic wand and put on a cloak, feeling uncomfortable with a large piece missing from his shoulder and the right side, but at least it could cover him up.

He looked at Vereesa’s long knife and asked, "Can I borrow that to chop some wood?"

Vereesa threw the knife over to Jesse, who caught it steadily. Seeing her strong throw, he realized she was probably just in pain from her injury and not threatened by any wild beasts.

After covering their faces, they walked out of the low ruins. It was eerily quiet nearby, with no signs of life or movement, only a sense of stillness.

This time the clothes are torn, the cloak is in tatters, two fragile bottles of medicine are broken, the skin still hurts, not going back to find that black beast to draw some blood, really sorry for the trouble this half of the night.

The sky has turned completely black, Jesse walked back the same way, the burning crimson flames have been extinguished, almost pitch black in front of him. The faint glow was not moonlight, as the moonlight couldn’t penetrate the clouds here. This dim light was from the lava fire light coming from the volcano top, shining here so it wasn’t completely pitch dark.

As he got closer, the air was still filled with the scent of that dark shadow.

Jesse cast a Light Spell and looked around, his energy couldn’t sustain much longer, he could only roughly see the direction where the scales from the previous battle were dropped, put out the flames, walked over, and picked up the intact ones to put in his bag.

Malin said that black dragon scales were valuable, but the one Medeiros found was clearly larger than the one from this young dragon, looking like as big as poplar leaves on the ground here.

But whatever could be picked up would still bring in some money.