Chapter 307

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Chapter 307: Proof

"What should we do next?" Vereesa asked.

Leaning against a stone pillar, Jesse glanced at her and said, "Do you still want to head north? To find that Angol the Cursed? Teron Gorefiend wanted his help before, Vereesa. I saw that man in his memories."

"Is he the traitor Teron mentioned?" Vereesa inquired.

Jesse remembered the scene of the dark demon he saw, in a wide tent made of giant beast bones and hides.

Outside the door is a vast desert stretching endlessly, the Death Knight with a dark face is sneering at this side, which means he is facing Teron Gorefiend.

The Death Knight is wearing Stormwind infantry armor, although severely corroded due to shadow and death magic, the style is still recognizable.

He must be Angol, as described by Thomas Wolfe, also known as Abercrombie, the Death Knight who took over the body of a military officer he had healed, must have also taken the accompanying armor.

Angol is a subordinate of Teron, and since he dares to smirk like that, it means Teron can no longer control him.

"I think so," Jesse replied, "After we defeated Teron in Dalaran, he fled south. I believe the Black Dragon abandoned him, not taking him through the Dark Portal, so he had to seek refuge with his subordinates. It seems his subordinates are not very loyal either. In his memories, I heard them discussing Anduin Lothar. I think Angol might also be looking for Lothar’s body and betraying his weakened master for Lothar’s body. Maybe that’s why Teron curses him so furiously."

Vereesa asked, "Are you sure it’s him?"

Jesse said, "I can see some sand and an Orc camp. Given our previous conclusions, Angol should be located in the northern wilderness, not far from the northeast of Blackrock Mountain. The Death Knight in the memory image must be him. If it’s him, he has been there for the past month or two, considering we defeated Teron Gorefiend in Dalaran just over two months ago. If he still intends to seize Lothar’s body, he won’t easily leave that place, especially since he has already betrayed his master for it."

Vereesa said, "I guess that confirms his whereabouts?"

"I suppose so," Jesse said. "I think we should head back to Stormwind first, or at least return to Lakeshire. We’re running low on potions, you’re out of arrows, and I…I still don’t know the full extent of the impact Teron Gorefiend has had on me. I’ve been feeling the lingering death energy since earlier, so I want to get checked at the Cathedral of Light. The priests there told me not to delay if I’ve been affected by the undead corruption."

"So I need to go back soon and take Farstriders with me to hunt down that Death Knight in the north, to put an end to this." Vereesa nodded and said, "There were too many surprises on this journey, the black dragon… and the souls in the ruins of this city. When I first saw those Shattered Hand Orcs, I thought we were lucky, but it turned out to be a series of misfortunes." After a while, she said hesitantly, "But we did kill Teron Gorefiend, so after everything quiets down, I can’t even believe it’s true."

"After all, he is the one who killed my brother, Jesse." She looked over and said, "Maybe he didn’t do it himself, but he gave the order. Those Death Knights, those assassins loyal to Teron Gorefiend, entered Windrunner Village and killed many of my kin…"

"But Lirath shouldn’t have been there, he… he loved playing the lute, loved kindness and music. He especially liked playing his favorite song ‘The Maiden of Silverlight Lake’ by himself. I know how much he loved it…"

Vereesa lowered her head and paused for a moment.

Jesse asked, "Was it the song you played in Eastvale?"

The elf nodded slightly.

"He just never forgot that he was a Windrunner, he begged Sylvanas to teach him how to be a warrior, how to be a ranger, because he knew Sylvanas favored him the most, in her heart… his brother meant more to her than the Sunwell."

"But Sylvanas wanted him to pursue his talent, like becoming a court musician in Sunstrider’s palace. We all knew he could do it, in fact, he was already doing it, even Prince Kael’thas loved his performances. It was truly an amazing achievement, and you can imagine how strict the Sunstriders are when it comes to art and beauty."

"So, he came to me. At that time, I was just an apprentice, but I felt it was my duty as a sister to help my little brother achieve his dreams, or maybe it was just for fun, I don’t know…"

"But actually, he is a true Windrunner, even though he is physically weak and young, he learns very quickly."

Speaking of this, Vereesa’s face was already full of tears.

"He just wants to use his power to protect his family." she said softly.

Jesse nodded, he didn’t know what to say, and he knew it was best not to say anything about this.

The two of them remained silent for a while until Vereesa gradually calmed down.

"The third one is the Scepter of Sargeras." Jesse said.

"Even before Teron Gorefiend went to Dalaran, his Death Knight subordinates had already gone to the Tomb of Sargeras to seize this Sacred Tool. If Teron’s plan in Dalaran went smoothly, he should have met up with those Death Knights nearby and rushed to the Dark Portal together."

"But now the black dragon clearly completed this task in his place. You can tell General Sylvanas that she doesn’t need to bother looking for the third Sacred Tool anymore."

"Is all this from what you saw in Teron Gorefiend’s memories?" Vereesa asked in surprise.

"Of course," Jesse said. "Otherwise, how could I have known?"

"Look, Vereesa, we defeated Teron Gorefiend, so I could see things from his memories. Otherwise, Quel’Thalas wouldn’t have known what to look for."

Vereesa wiped away her tears and whispered, "But how can I prove… after all, he’s already passed away."

Jesse removed the shadow gem from the magic wand’s handle and handed it to her, saying, "Take this back as evidence. Don’t forget to give it back to me. It’s not a gift for you, and don’t sell it to Reliquary."

"I will definitely return it to you." Vereesa held the gem close to her chest, nodded, and said, "Thank you, Jesse."

Jesse took a sip and said, "Teron Gorefiend’s spirit, the black dragon, this stone as evidence, and so much precious exclusive information your sister values. How do you reckon? I now think that sword doesn’t quite measure up."

"Not enough," Vereesa said.