Chapter 70

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Chapter 070: We Will Arrange It for You

One moon had already disappeared behind the Redridge peaks, and another moon was about to set. In two to three hours, daylight would come.

Remember last night, when you looked down from the city wall, the sun had not set yet.

How long has he been dazed? Has this night passed by so quickly?

Jesse could no longer distinguish whether the battle lasted longer or if the time he spent sitting here after the battle was longer.

The one asking the question was Colonel Troteman, who no longer had the disdainful look of someone watching an inexperienced young man in his eyes.

"It… it was me who sent it," Jesse nodded and said, "Not long after you left, the Gnolls arrived and I was trapped here."

"What did you use to send the signal?" asked the soldier behind the colonel, kicking the Gnoll limbs on the ground.

Jesse paused for a moment. "Yes, what did I use to send the signal?"

Fireball? No, the signal gun. But there’s no signal gun here. Blast it, who has time to think about how to explain things afterwards at such an urgent moment? He scratched his head and looked around.

The soldier asked, "What are you looking for?"

"I’m looking for… for…" Jesse suddenly said, "A scroll, it’s a scroll. I brought a Fireball magic scroll from the Wizard’s Sanctum. I intended to use it for self-defense on the way because I haven’t learned magic yet. I notified you using the Fireball magic scroll. I thought there should be some left, but…"

The explanation seemed quite convincing, none of the soldiers doubted it. Then the colonel asked, "Did you kill these Gnolls by yourself?"

Before Jesse could respond, the colonel picked up the black sword, now burnt into a charred stick, and examined it. "What’s the deal with this?"

Looking at the sword, Jesse felt unbearably cold all over his body. Even wrapping himself tightly in clothes couldn’t withstand it. He not only depleted his strength but also seriously overdrafted due to the inexplicable enchantments.

He was about to speak, but the sudden cold made him tremble uncontrollably, almost unable to answer the Colonel’s question.

After a while, he finally said, "I don’t know, they’re all dead, I must… I must survive, I must kill all the Gnolls that come up."

"I don’t know about that sword," Jesse swallowed, planning to blame the Gnolls.

"That… sword suddenly caught fire, must be dark magic."

"His judgment is correct, seems like evil magic from the Gnolls." A soldier looked at the sword and said, "I can smell the stench of shadows, just like those Orcs, Colonel Troteman. We couldn’t find that Darkweaver, maybe he just used some magic to lead us away, then joined in this attack. These barbaric Gnolls, they think they can’t win with swords, so they want to burn his weapon. If we had come back a little later, the consequences would have been unimaginable."

"Look at his hands, damn it… this poor brother."

"Mr Jesse Seso, sir?"

Someone patted Jesse, he looked up and saw Colonel Troteman staring at him.

"Do you know, you bravely saved Stonewatch Keep with our courageous soldiers, the soldiers below told me, if you hadn’t attracted the attention of most of the Gnolls with fire up there, they might all have been killed. The other lookout towers were all knocked down by the Gnolls first, only here… because of your heroic resistance, it didn’t fall. It’s much more gruesome here than I expected, I’m having some difficulty… I can’t even imagine what you’ve been through tonight."

"We have many people hurt and fallen, but Stonewatch Keep still stands here," Colonel Troteman said. "This matter must be reported to King Varian."

"Go rest now, Jesse Seso, the day is almost here. You must be exhausted, your eyes are bloodshot, looking almost like an Orc."

"His hand needs treatment, the burn is severe."

"Quick, find those mages, priests to help."

"Many people are hurt… Priests may need some time to come up, we also lost a mage, found his body in the forest."

"Martin Harold, a student of Master Morganth, seems to have been decapitated by a Gnoll."

"Even mages were killed?"

"Unbelievable, this young boy in his teens managed to kill seven or eight Gnolls all by himself."

"He seems to be from Lordaeron."

"Lordaeron Kingdom…"

"General Turalyon is also from Lordaeron."

Listening to the noisy conversations of the surrounding soldiers, Jesse felt uncertain.

It wasn’t because of the Gnoll attack. Honestly, after experiencing life and death with Greed multiple times, he is now much calmer than before.

What made him uncertain was the dark power suddenly triggered by himself, the fear that his shadow secret might be discovered by the soldiers of Stonewatch Keep, or even more people.

Frankly speaking, he would rather this matter not be reported to Stormwind. If this matter becomes too big and someone notices his secret, it wouldn’t be Morganth who is immediately expelled from Stormwind, but him.

Yeah… and Morganth, as a scholar privately studying Shadow Magic, will he notice his strangeness? If this matter reaches the king, it will definitely attract an investigation from the Wizard’s Sanctum as it involves the Gnoll Darkweaver incident.

It’s almost certain that Morganth is responsible for this matter.

It’s so chaotic. It was supposed to be just delivering a package this time, how did things suddenly turn out like this? He had just managed to defeat so many Gnolls, which should have been a reason to be happy, but now he had to worry again.

But if there was no darkness, would he have a chance to survive?

"Will you tell my name to the king, Colonel Troteman?" Jesse asked.

"Certainly, even though you are not one of us, we will not steal your credit," Colonel Troteman chuckled.

"I’m thinking, maybe you shouldn’t mention me."

The people all turned, Colonel Troteman asked puzzledly, "Why? You will be honored by the king. Not to mention the chance to meet the king in person, if you’re lucky, you might even get two gold coins or something. I don’t quite understand, this is what you deserve."

At this point, the few gold coins that Jesse could possibly get had lost their appeal.

"Honestly, I was not allowed to bring out the scroll without permission, because I heard it’s dangerous on the road," Jesse said. "If the king finds out about the signal flare incident and my boss is told about it, he knows I don’t know any magic and I’m just a courier, I will definitely be punished."

"I see," Colonel Troteman ran his hand through his thorny hair, "it’s indeed quite tricky."

"We can tweak it a bit," a soldier next to Troteman said. "Just say he found a dwarf signal gun dropped by a sentry in battle, then continued to fire it catching our attention or something, the result is the same anyway."

"Makes sense. I’ll leave it to you to write the report, John," Toddman said, patting Jesse on the shoulder. "You have nothing to fear now, Jesse buddy. We’ll even help you with it."