Chapter 304

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Chapter 304: Whose Flesh, Whose Will

How could the soul of an Orc Warlock take over a living body?

Because I am Teron Gorefiend! I do whatever I want! No one can stop me, especially not you, Jesse Seso.

Even I can’t!

But I did it, Jesse. Please wake up…

"Jesse wake up!"

A hard punch like a rock hit his face.

Jesse blinked, feeling the cold rain hitting his forehead and lips.

A dark shadow loomed in front of him, with dark skin, deep purple beard, and long black hair flying in the wind like a demon from doomsday. Jesse felt like a helpless rabbit caught in the giant hand of the shadow.

"You’re awake. I thought you would never wake up, Jesse Seso. Who is in control here now?"

The shadow smiled.

"How much of your mind is left? Why aren’t you speaking? Have you forgotten my name, too? Is this your weak soul? You disappoint me. Is this feeble will what guides this body?"

"Teron’gor," Jesse whispered the name. The shadow fell silent for a moment, surprised that Jesse spoke the name.

He suddenly raised his arm, and Jesse’s head was hit hard, making everything spin before he fell heavily on the ground.

A dark figure stood far away, like a black statue.

Where am I?

Dark clouds rolled in the sky, rain felt icy like hail, his hands, legs, all frozen and numb.

Heavy footsteps approached through the water step by step towards him, Jesse tried to stand up to resist, but felt powerless.

Not knowing which bone was broken, unable to move.

Before his mind could process, he was suddenly lifted up.

The dark figure asked, "Do you think you are powerful in Dalaran? Was that a real victory? If so, what is it now?"

A lightning bolt streaked across the sky, illuminating the dark figure’s face.

The Orc with black skin, covered in scars and terrifying dark purple runes, eyes all white as if suffering from severe cataracts, emanating a frightening power of darkness.

He opened his mouth slightly and smiled, whispering, "Tell me, Jesse Seso, admit that you lost."

Jesse chuckled, and Orc immediately grabbed his hair and pulled it hard. Jesse felt like half of his scalp had been ripped off, but he didn’t feel any pain. He lowered his head, coughed a couple of times, trying hard to catch his breath and keep his senses, but it seemed like he couldn’t breathe in or out.

"Admit that you lost, Jesse Seso, I will give you a comfortable death," growled Orc.

"You’d better give me the most painful death, Teron’gor," Jesse said, tilting his head.

Orc suddenly reached out and dug into Jesse’s eye socket. Jesse felt dizzy for a moment, then felt a release, as if he had lost something.

Jesse felt like he couldn’t see anything, only a blood-red color in front of his eyes.

Somehow, he felt no fear or worry. Even though he could hardly resist the cruelty of the other, it seemed like everything around him was still under control.

Jesse coughed and said, "I’m thinking, Teron’gor."

"Can you… not kill me?"

"I want to kill you, which is easier than squashing an ant," the shadow replied softly.

"Then why haven’t you killed me yet? Is it because you don’t really have control here?" Jesse asked, raising his head.

Teron’gor grabbed Jesse by the neck and lifted him up, and Jesse’s vision finally cleared a bit.

He looked at the shadow in front of him, now tinged with red, its anger almost like flames about to burst, the heat almost reaching a scorching level. The orc extended a finger, pointing at Jesse’s forehead, softly chanting, "Tol’vir As’gar Ani…"

Jesse could tell that this was the Curse of Agony spell, slightly different from the one Surena had cast, but overall very similar.

However, this Curse of Agony turned out to be a dud, unlike Surena’s, as nothing happened.

Teron’s expression froze, and Jesse coughed, asking, "What kind of silly spell is this?"

The orc roared again, "Tol’vir…"

"Tol’vir As’gar Zir’ni!" Jesse shouted out the spell loudly before the orc could finish!

Teron’s hand suddenly shook, he let go of Jesse and threw him to the ground, clutching his chest and coughing uncontrollably. He took a few steps back, his face filled with disbelief.

Jesse sat on the ground and raised his arm.

"Oh no…"

Teron’s eyes widened, his lips trembling, saying, "No, no, Lord Gul’dan, I… I… this can’t be… Lord Gul’dan, I don’t know… no… impossible!"

He first held his eyes, then started to frantically pinch his eyeballs, screaming madly, shouting, "Gul’dan is dead, there’s no Gul’dan in this world anymore! This is an illusion… impossible, you can’t deceive me with Fear, you damn… no, how can this be?"

Jesse sat paralyzed, watching him rolling and struggling on the ground. When he stood up, his face was covered in blood.

"You’re not Gul’dan, you treacherous Angol! I should have slashed your brain long ago! You actually think you can deceive me with these despicable tricks? What do you want, my power? Do you think I can’t see through these unconvincing illusions of Jesse Seso, Vereesa Windrunner, all just fabrications you created? Did you pry into my memories? Let me go! Scum! Beast!"

He stood up and roared, "You have betrayed the Horde! Betrayed the Shadow Council! You dog! Admit your mistake now, you still have a chance!"

He punched at the air but hit nothing, cursing in Orcish language. Jesse asked softly, "Who told you the name Jesse Seso?"

"Jesse Seso… is it really you? I feel your soul, it truly is you…" Teron Gorefiend hoarsely exclaimed, "Let me out, Jesse Seso, I don’t want to be here anymore. Where are you, Jesse Seso?"

He searched back and forth, his anger turning into confusion on his face.

Before long, the Orc on the ground started vomiting continuously, spewing out puddles of black water with dead bodies, followed by relentless coughing.

"Tell me who told you the name Jesse Seso, and I’ll let you go," Jesse said.

Upon hearing this, Teron’gor raised his head and said, "You’re lying, I know you’re trying to deceive me, you won’t fool me! I am you, you are me! But why doesn’t the shadow obey me? Why?"

"Because this place has never been yours," Jesse said, arms outstretched, "deep down, you know it too, otherwise you wouldn’t be trying to make my will yield. So who is deceiving whom? You are deceiving yourself."

"Gul’dan is dead, I am the greatest warlock in this world! I know everything, you can’t teach me anything, kid!"

Teron’gor’s voice was extremely hoarse, his hysterical roar echoing in the wild of this rainy night.

Jesse said expressionlessly, "But you were never cut out to be a warlock, Teron’gor, after all these years in the Shadow Council, don’t you realize it?"

"Nonsense!" Teron’gor yelled loudly, running towards the sound, trying to grab Jesse.

"You don’t even know who I am, you have no idea what I’ve been through, you arrogant human brat!"

"Gul’dan never believed in you," Jesse stepped aside and continued, "He chose you to be the first Death Knight not only because you were loyal to him, but also because even if turning you into a Death Knight failed, it wouldn’t be a waste. He believed that you would perform much better as a Death Knight than as a warlock!"

"Who are you?!" Teron’gor shouted in Orcish towards Jesse, "Who are you?! You are not Jesse Seso, you are a Nathrezim, did Kil’jaeden send you to mock me? Ha, you demons! I see through you!"

Jesse asked slowly in Orcish, "Did Kel’Thuzad tell you my name?"

"Kel’Thuzad?" Teron’gor’s expression calmed down, he said slowly, "You will never know, at least I can still make you suffer, no matter who you are… I won’t tell you the answer!"

Orc suddenly burst into laughter, until his hair started falling out, his skin began to tear, the pain turned his laughter into uncontrollable screaming.

He raised his hands high on the ground and said, "You win, I only hope your soul is torn apart by thousands of Felhounds! I hope you end up more miserable than Gul’dan! I curse you!"

As he continued to shout, his body rapidly withered, eventually compressed into a dark mass by a powerful force of shadow, Jesse felt a splitting headache, suddenly opening his eyes in severe chest compression.

All around was quiet and dark. Suddenly, Jesse sat up, feeling like various mumbles and fleeting images were rushing through his mind.

A vast blue sky, endless grassland, and a solemn stone monument on top of a high mountain.

A deep cave, a Demon Lord with a fat body wriggling, and countless shouting Orcs.

A huge gateway shimmering with terrifying void fel magic, a terrifying warlock in a black robe, holding a staff covered in skulls.

Darkened corpses, piercing roars, crying humans, elves, crazily howling dwarves, a legion of black-robed warriors wielding blades and axes, and undead zombies.

A black giant shadow at the cliff edge, a magic eye watching, black dragons soaring in the sky, and a midnight purple city-state.

The tense face of a young human…

Pain… resentment… a departing black dragon, a sneering black demon, and a faint whisper… Anduin, Lothar…

These remaining memories flickered like watching a movie, with most scenes passing by before becoming clear.

He wanted to remember these images, but could only grasp a few of them. The rest seemed to flow by like water, quickly fading as Gorefiend’s will burned.

The most memorable thing for him was looking at the human on the high platform in Dalaran.

Recalling this image, Jesse felt like he was staring into a deep abyss.

Who was that, Kel’Thuzad?

Maybe… the human appeared old and was wearing a long robe.

Soon, this memory also began to shatter, fragment, gradually disappearing from his mind, leaving only a faint concept for Jesse to ponder on. No, more important than these images were those whispers!

After the images shattered, only the voices continued incessantly, replaying. The most profound voices in Teron Gorefiend’s memory were the whispers coming from the mouth of the Orc Warlock, apart from the curses!

Jesse immediately cast an Arcane Intellect spell, trying to remember those voices as much as possible.

He could distinguish the demonic contents, he had to recite them, imprint them in his mind, instead of letting them vanish with Gorefiend’s demise!

He kept repeating these mumbled words until even the voices in his head slowly faded away, like distant echoes.

At that moment, a sharp blade pressed against the back of his neck.