Chapter 430
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Chapter 430: The Savior’s Story
For a moment, Jesse wished he could just die and be done with it.
But soon, he tried hard to suppress that thought with what little consciousness he had left.
He couldn’t die!
Can’t die…
But it really hurts too much.
Jesse wanted to use his hand to touch somewhere, to comfort the pain a little, but he couldn’t move at all, and it was impossible to touch anywhere because his whole body felt like it was being crushed and torn by something.
Sticky, unknown liquid was oozing from all over his body, wet and hot. He had a strong desire to wipe it off with his hand, but he couldn’t move.
The pain made him feel cold and hot, he wanted to stretch or even just move his eyes… just anything to move a little.
But he couldn’t move at all.
He should have thought about this when trading his life for the shadow.
It was unbearable to trade once in the past, and now he couldn’t remember how many times he had traded before that demon.
I can endure it," he silently said in his heart, "Damn it, can’t hold on anymore… it was really a pleasure at that time, and now the pain is real.
Jesse wanted to shout loudly, but his mouth and throat wouldn’t cooperate. It felt like something sticky was blocking all his passages – mouth, blood vessels, nose…
He lost consciousness many times due to the pain, then regained consciousness. He felt like there were many blurry figures swaying in front of his eyes, all seemingly trying to torture him.
He felt like a monster placed in the Alchemy Room, as if these people were planning some dreadful tests on him.
For a moment, Jesse started hating these people even more. He wanted to get rid of them all, to stop their torment, but he couldn’t.
At some point, a blurry figure began to appear, unlike the others. It was like a warm lake under the sun.
The figure reached out a hand to Jesse. He had a feeling that holding that hand could help him escape from everything.
He just needed to raise his hand…
Is this death?
Has death come knocking?
No, no…
The blurry shadow seemed to engulf everything in his mind like a dark starry sky.
No, Jesse wanted to say, no…
He recognized the face of the shadow, tried to pull his hand back, rejecting this chaotic proximity, until…
Until…
Until he opened his eyes.
He stared blankly at the wooden beams above.
A blanket was draped over him, an Arcane magic lamp hanging on a shelf at his feet.
The narrow room felt chilly, he struggled to sit up, but suddenly felt a sharp pain all over and had to lie back down.
This is a very ordinary small bedroom, reminding Jesse of his tidy apartment in the Mage Quarter.
After a while, he tried to slowly sit up, this time much smoother, not as painful.
He was wearing a set of gray shirt and linen pants, his previous robes, shirts, and hats were all gone.
Azuresong Mageblade… my Azuresong Mageblade.
Damn it, as he stepped down from the bed, he felt his feet go weak and almost fell to the ground, only managing to stand by holding onto the nearby table.
The sword and magic wand were nowhere to be found, along with the medicine pouch that Ursula gave him to always carry with him.
Jesse looked at his hands, they looked much thinner than the familiar appearance, bones protruding under the skin, looking like someone with anorexia.
What was more frightening was that they were covered with scars, holes, and tears…
He swallowed hard, almost unable to believe this was his own body, touched his face, feeling bones under the skin.
He opened his shirt and looked at his chest, stomach, all covered in scars as if torn apart, with bandages in some places, and still feeling some hidden pain inside.
Jesse limped towards the door, leaning on the wall trying to reach out and pull the door, surprisingly, the door opened easily, which he didn’t expect.
In the passage ahead stood a mage wearing a Kirin Tor purple robe, who immediately grabbed the short sword in his hand when he saw Jesse.
He seemed familiar, but Jesse couldn’t remember where he had seen this person before, maybe on the battlefield, maybe in the Mage Tower, probably on the battlefield as a Battle Mage.
Anyway, Jesse couldn’t recall.
After staring at each other for a while, the mage finally said, "You’re finally awake… but you’re not supposed to come out according to the orders."
"Where am I?" Jesse struggled to squeeze out these few words from his lips.
"Nethergarde," the mage said.
Jesse nodded and closed the door, then leaned on the wall and moved back to bed.
At least it wasn’t a demon guarding him, so he felt a little more relaxed.
He wasn’t surprised by the attitude of the mage outside the door.
Doing such a thing, especially in front of numerous soldiers from the alliance, as well as many mages, paladins, priests, and rangers, watching him boldly throw a Shadow Meteor at someone.
Thinking about this, he couldn’t help but gasp.
He instinctively touched the pocket on his chest and realized that his pocket watch was also missing.
Of course it’s missing, all his clothes were changed, the room was spotlessly clean, he was completely stripped.
At that moment, he heard voices outside, the door had good sound insulation, the voices sounded very close but he couldn’t make out what was being said.
After a while, the door was opened.
Malin stood at the doorway looking towards him, Jesse felt he looked even thinner and weaker than before, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.
Jesse couldn’t tell what his expression meant at that moment, was he about to be sentenced for something, like death penalty? Life imprisonment? Exiled like Kel’Thuzad who later was revealed to be researching Necromancy?
Jesse’s mind was in turmoil now, just like after a fight in class, watching the head teacher march towards the scene in a rage.
"Mr. Seso…" Malin paused and said, "You died in battle under the Mage Tower in Nethergarde three weeks ago!"
Jesse stared blankly at the old mage for a while, then said after a moment, "I understand."
"Jesse Seso is a hero of the Alliance, the savior of Nethergarde," Malin said, sitting on a nearby crate. "In his final moment, he sacrificed himself, vanquishing the demon lord Azgath and thwarting the demons’ intention to advance north."
"The Dark Portal has been closed, Lothar’s son and other soldiers of the expedition army stayed in another world to protect all of Azeroth, to permanently block the demon invasion gateway."
"Mr. Seso and countless defenders beneath the walls of Nethergarde who gave their lives to prevent the demons from corrupting this world… will be forever remembered by the entire Lordaeron Alliance."
After speaking, Malin took a deep breath.
"So, how do you feel now?"
"I…" Jesse looked at his hand and said, "How did I get these wounds?"
"When you were rescued, you looked like a body swallowed by shadows," Malin said expressionless, "Many initially thought you were a victim of magic, not its user."
"Of course, many mages witnessed the whole process at the Mage Tower…"
General Sylvanas’ vial of Sunwell water couldn’t completely heal your injuries. It was only after the help of many priests and naturalists from Quel’Thalas that your condition finally stabilized.
"According to Frewn, the royal advisor and senior botanist of Sunstrider, at that time, you looked like a demon corpse without a heart, rather than an injured human."
"Why did they save me?" Jesse asked.
"They had to save you," Malin said, "No one in Nethergarde wanted you to die. Everyone wanted to bring you back. Yes, your magic did scare many people. I know many were worried about what you might do when you woke up."
"After all, it’s only been three years since the Orc War ended. People are still haunted by shadow powers and demon hearts. Countless people are still in the pain of losing loved ones, my good student."
Jesse looked at the scars on his hand, nodded, and remained silent.
The old mage said, "Now, shouldn’t you tell me about those magic things?"
