Chapter 302

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Chapter 302: Whose Side Is Fate On?

Although this was a human wearing familiar Stormwind cavalry armor, his presence did not make Jesse feel at ease at all.

This was definitely not a friendly place, and ghosts were not comforting beings. While the other person did not show any hostility, Jesse was prepared to eliminate him immediately.

"Who are you?"

"Are you asking for my name, mage?" the soldier lowered his head and said, "I don’t remember… Although it’s on the tip of my tongue, I haven’t been able to recall it. I need to focus on remembering more important things, and my name is clearly not one of them."

"At least you can tell I’m a mage," Jesse said, this time not wearing the Wizard’s Sanctum emblem.

"You hold a magic wand," the soldier said. "You look like a young scholar, easy to tell."

Just then, Vereesa heard the voices and walked over. The weapon in her hand shone with a golden light because of the Blessed Wizard Oil, but the ghostly soldier didn’t seem afraid.

"There is another elven lady…" the ghost said. "Why have you come here? To this place of the dead? Have you fled here?"

"No," Vereesa said coldly. "Instead, you should tell us why a human like yourself died in the dwarf city?"

"Not here, no," the soldier said. "I was following General Lothar to chase after the forces of Orgrim Doomhammer, but we were ambushed by the Blackrock forces near Thaurissan city, it was a bloody battle."

"I thought I could take down that Orc scout that was fleeing in panic, but I soon discovered he was just bait to lure me in. When I realized my grave mistake, it was too late."

"My mount was cruelly cut in half by those Orcs, one Orc sliced my neck, one Orc Warlock burned my skin with Black Magic, after falling off the horse, they took my warhammer and smashed it into my head… I am certain it wasn’t a dream, but the brutal truth I witnessed."

Jesse fell silent for a moment, just listening to these descriptions made him unable to imagine what the knight had been through.

"Have we failed?" the soldier asked.

"The whole war?" Vereesa said, "No, we won, but there are still many Orcs scattered here. But we won. Soon our army will enter the Dark Portal, fight back to their homeland, and let these darn monsters know that there are consequences to their actions."

"We won?" The ghostly figure seemed to become clearer, then faded again.

"But since we won, why… I feel like I have an unfinished mission. I must save Anduin Marshal Lothar, he is in danger."

"Marshal Lothar has already sacrificed." Jesse said, "Orgrim defeated him in a duel."

The soul fell silent for a moment and said, "I also died, didn’t I?"

Vereesa frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Death doesn’t mean the end." The soul lowered its head and said, "Even if the marshal has died, it doesn’t mean he has found eternal peace. What’s going on…"

"Forgive my forgetfulness, two… wait, I remember now, Marshal Lothar’s body is still on that battlefield."

"Someone has been trying to find his body… I must protect his remains from evil defilement. I remember, I remember it all!"

When Jesse heard the voice of the soul, he felt like he had been struck by lightning.

The battlefield in front of Blackrock Spire was so chaotic that after the battle, many bodies could not be found, including that of Anduin Marshal Lothar. To honor him, a statue was erected in the center of Burning Steppes, serving as a memorial and a tombstone.

Did the Death Knight come here to look for Lothar’s body? Was the body at Raven Hill Great Mausoleum just a decoy he searched for after being injured?

After arriving at Blackrock Mountain, he tried to seek help from Blackhand. Blackhand might have guessed his intentions and refused to help him, fearing he would gain too much power from Lothar’s body.

So, did he go to Badlands to seek help from The Shattered Hand instead?

"How do you know?" Jesse asked.

"I have seen that person," the ghost said.

Jesse and Vereesa exchanged a glance, and the ghost continued, "He’s as elusive as a reaper, his soul more evil than the most terrifying Orc I’ve seen… You are a mage from Stormwind, right? If you swear allegiance to the king like me, you should help me find Lothar… Marshal Lothar’s body, before that evil spirit does!"

"Do you know where Marshal Lothar’s body is?" Jesse asked.

"Leave this city and head west, mage," the ghost said. "There’s a burial pit of Orcs over there, with many human and Orc bodies piled up. I can feel the tormented spirits wailing there, but it’s much quieter now compared to before."

"But how do we leave this place?" Vereesa asked. "There are dwarf ghosts everywhere, and we’ve been blocked every time we tried to leave."

"I can guide you out of here," the ghost said firmly.

"You can leave this temple?" Jesse asked. "Then why didn’t you leave earlier?"

"My existence depends on the presence of an altar here," the ghost whispered. "It took me a long time staying here to understand why I couldn’t move on to the Shadowlands with other spirits… At first, I thought it was because my faith in the Holy Light was not strong enough."

"But now with your help, I believe I can bravely depart from here. My spirit is enough to lead you out of this dwarven city, and after that, it’s up to you. I am tired of this endless darkness."

"As long as I can serve Marshal Lothar for the last time, protect him from evil corruption, as long as I can contribute to safeguarding the Kingdom of Stormwind, as long as I can find eternal rest by Marshal Lothar’s side."

As the ghost spoke, his form seemed to become much clearer, and Jesse could even see his features.

He was a plain-looking man, with a small mustache, not much different from the old soldiers on the streets, giving a sense of familiarity akin to Stormwind.

But something just doesn’t feel right, no matter where.

This seems too easy.

Learning about the Death Knight’s plot, understanding how to leave this dwarven city, a noble soul willing to sacrifice themselves to help them, knowing everything…

Especially connecting this worrisome temple with the altar mentioned by the soul.

This temple worships the Flame King, maybe even the Old God. What kind of altar could it have?

Wait… Jesse realized he was thinking too much about the Old God, this abandoned temple gave him too many wrong hints.

Putting together these familiar elements again – the mysterious altar, soul, Death Knight, body…

Jesse feels like everything is familiar, but he can’t remember where he heard it before.

Is this some kind of déjà vu?

Wait, isn’t this the task about the ancient Orc soul in Shadowmoon Valley?

An old Orc asks you to collect the belongings of the deceased Teron Gorefiend for divination, but in the end, you will realize that he is actually…

Teron Gorefiend himself.

Darn it.

Jesse felt a shiver, realizing that the ghost in front of him was not a Stormwind knight at all!

The other had taken over the Shadow Temple and was using its power to sustain his existence, this was the demon who wanted to take the body of Lothar!

Jesse glanced at Vereesa, the elf seemed to have not noticed anything.

She was not sensitive to ghosts, which was normal, as the ghost in front of them did not emit the typical aura of a ghost.

Even if it was him, without the past experiences, how could he make connections?

Because he was not a normal ghost but a soul of the Lord of Deceit, who was good at disguises and deception! Could a regular human ghost do this? Could he hide his dark and evil nature as a dead being so perfectly? This time, he must not escape.

"Then lead us out of here, sir," whispered Jesse.

"I am at your service," nodded the spirit, passing between Vereesa and Jesse, heading towards the hall.

Jesse tightened his grip on the blade coated with Blessed Wizard Oil, and stared at Vereesa with wide eyes.

Vereesa noticed something off in Jesse’s eyes, saw the knife he held tightly, looked at the spirit in front of them, and mouthed something.

Jesse’s steps quickened, gradually catching up behind the ghost, Vereesa also understood and accelerated to keep up.

Simultaneously, both picked up their blades, the ghost sensed movement behind and turned around, only to be pierced by two daggers tainted with holy power!

Golden light flashed, the ghost let out a hysterical scream, but soon the commotion turned from piercing to dull and terrifying, darkness descended around, engulfing even the golden light!

The ghost’s color suddenly turned purple and then swelled, the soul power where they stabbed dispersed instantly, a sinister cough reverberated through the entire hall.

Jesse realized it was about to flee again, and immediately waved his hand to release a fierce fire towards the entrance of the temple. The fire burst into a golden ball that spread from the door frame to the roof, causing a terrifying scream to echo in the hall!

In the bright light of the flames, a fierce ghost crawled up from the entrance to the deep roof of the temple, wandering around the entire temple.

"Well, well, it seems this game is ending faster than I expected. Fate doesn’t seem to be on my side, not from the beginning. But I’m not surprised, because I know who I am. I never planned to choose the easy path! However, this doesn’t mean I won’t punish those who betray and hinder me…"

"It’s him," Vereesa said coldly, looking towards the depths of the temple.

The soul roared, "The traitor thought he could take advantage of my weakness, but his ambitions faced a shameful failure because I am Teron Gorefiend, and he is just a insignificant character. He will die, a painful death, unable to escape my grasp in the end."

"And you… I have to admit, fate hasn’t completely abandoned me, considering it brought you all to me! Just like that traitor, you will pay the price you deserve, right here, right now!"