Chapter 540

Chapter 540: Invitation

The Tauren were quiet and reserved, especially the older ones who hardly spoke a few words. In contrast, Mosa stood out in the village like a lively young girl.

Most of the residents here only spoke Tauren language. A few could speak a few words in Elvish, but their level was far below Mosa. So when this group arrived, they had no contact with other Tauren. Even when they came to deliver food and water, they did so in silence.

Jesse was curious about when and where Mosa learned the Night Elf language.

However, after the intense battle with the harpies, he didn’t have much thought to spare on these unimportant questions.

Vereesa couldn’t sleep well, tossing and turning. Even when she managed to fall asleep, she would suddenly be awakened by nightmares. She didn’t say why, but Jesse knew it was because of him. It had been a long time since he had tried to use his fear magic on a group, and its power was indeed more than expected.

His lower back had been aching faintly. When he went into the cave and had Greed take a look, it turned out to be a bruise, probably from being hit by the arrow.

Greed was hurt a lot by the harpy’s claws during the battle. His face and neck were covered in scratches and blood now.

For a Gryphon Rider like Greed, being scratched by bird claws wasn’t a big deal, but Mosa still carefully treated his wounds.

Greed, the dwarf, sat in front of Mosa with his chest puffed out and head held high, looking unconcerned. Mosa, who was much taller, was gentle as she cleaned his wounds and applied herbs.

Jesse asked Vereesa, who was cleaning weapons beside her, "Why isn’t Mosa using Natural Magic to heal? Did he use up too much energy in the previous battle and now can’t cast spells?"

Vereesa replied, "The Tauren believe their magic comes from blessings of the Earthmother. Using it casually without urgency is considered rude. Plus, we have enough herbs for treatment in the village. There’s no need to call upon nature’s power again."

Jesse nodded and said, "You’ve talked to her so much lately, you’re almost like a Tauren expert now."

"Of course," Vereesa lifted her head and said, "The Tauren are a part of Kalimdor. Whether they become allies or enemies if Quel’Thalas returns here, it’s important to understand them as much as possible."

"You really do think far ahead," remarked Jesse.

"Don’t forget, my goal is to become a Ranger Lord, or an Aleraar Alanalas as you call it, Jesse." Vereesa put things aside, leaned against the stone wall behind her, took a bite of fruit, and looked at him, "Gathering information about Kalimdor is a crucial part of this journey."

Looking at the elf in front of him, Jesse suddenly thought of in the game later, when Kael’thas Sunstrider announced that the survivors of Sunwell would be renamed Sin’dorei, that is, Blood Elves. After that, Vereesa and many elves who did not want to accept fel magic gradually left Quel’Thalas and established the Silver Covenant, still insisting on calling themselves Quel’dorai. Vereesa later became their leader.

At this moment, he really couldn’t connect the young elf in front of him with the image of the Silver Covenant general in the game. After all, the two were too familiar.

The next morning, Jesse was still lying comfortably on a fur blanket, not wanting to get up, and Greed and Vereesa were sleeping next to him, so he had even less reason to get up.

At this moment, heavy footsteps could be heard outside the cave, as if a Tauren was approaching.

Jesse looked up and saw the giant shadow over the cave entrance over three meters high. The Tauren was carrying a huge totem pole on his back, holding a long spear in his hand, wearing heavy leather armor, completely armed.

What’s going on? Is he planning to come in and purify evil?

Jesse subconsciously glanced in the direction where Molofeel was hiding. Could the Tauren have sensed the presence of demons?

Impossible… Unless these guys really have the ability to "Detect Demon," which not many Orc Warlocks possess. Are they really going to charge in and kill their own teacher just by smelling a scent?

However, Jesse was still prepared to escape from here. Just when he was on high alert, Mosa walked in.

She saw Jesse and spoke with a very strange accent, saying in a universal language, "Invite, Jesse, ceremony, deceased."

Jesse seemed to understand what she meant.

Did Tauren want to invite them to a funeral?

At that moment, Greed woke up, sat up, and saw a giant over three meters tall in front of him. He immediately became alert and even reached out to touch the axe beside him.

Vereesa woke up, and Mosa quickly explained the situation to her. As Jesse had guessed, the ceremony to bid farewell to the deceased from last night was about to begin, and the village elders hoped they could participate as well.

After Mosa left with the Tauren Warrior, Jesse turned back towards the direction of the succubus and said, "Stay in this cave, Molofeel, don’t go out."

The soul of the succubus hidden in the shadows trembled slightly. Jesse knew she had understood his meaning.

"Are we going to attend Tauren’s funeral?" Greed straightened his clothes and asked, "Do I look messy?"

"You have a warrior’s demeanor, Greed, no need to worry," Jesse said as he adjusted his robe and checked the buttons, making sure not to reveal the Demonic Rune hidden inside.

"Tauren are a group of people who greatly respect warriors," he added.

"Well, I will follow you then," Greed patted his stomach and swiftly followed Mosa towards the cave entrance.

"To be honest, I am a little nervous," Vereesa adjusted her hair and said, "If we make any actions that are not in line with their customs… will they blame us?"

Jesse glanced at her and said, "If a Tauren messenger from afar scratched an itch or flicked its tail at an elf’s funeral, would you consider it disrespectful and kick it out?"

"We absolutely cannot allow Tauren into Quel’Thalas," Vereesa said.

"Alright, maybe your elves have some quirks, I believe Tauren must be more tolerant," Jesse said, picking up his magic wand, adjusting his sword and continued, "If it’s a stranger from afar, they probably wouldn’t expect you to do everything right. I think just showing respect in your heart is enough."

"Okay, I think I understand what you mean," Vereesa looked at him sideways, slightly displeased, and said, "But I did remind you, remember to call us Quel’dorai."