Chapter 588

Chapter 588: The Ancient Wall

Molofeel seemed noticeably stronger, with smoother skin and a more powerful body. However, Jesse leaned against the wall for a while to recover, still feeling weak and drained as if she had been affected by a strange and evil poison. Her vision blurred, and her legs even felt too weak to support her as she stood against the wall.

It felt somewhat like a depletion of magical energy, but not exactly the same.

After recovering for a while, he asked, "What kind of magic is this, draining magical energy? Can I learn this spell?"

"This is Sayaad’s magic, almost impossible for you to learn, master," Molofeel said. "Of course, I know Eredar created a similar dark magic, but I also do not remember the incantation. Unfortunately, I do not know as much as that imp does."

"Rare for you to admit, you lazy bum!" Saenor finally dared to speak up.

"Tell me the spell, I want to try," Jesse said.

"Since the master said so…" Molofeel reluctantly repeated the spell in a low voice.

It was indeed the same spell as before, but when she chanted it, Jesse could hardly distinguish the sound it made, it might have been a magical sound, and it didn’t quite match her mouth movements.

"This is not Demonic," Jesse said.

"This is the language of Sayaad, master, it’s hard to pronounce with a human body," Molofeel explained, "That’s why I said you might not be able to learn it."

"Taki…" Jesse tried to imitate, but realized it was completely off.

"Forget it, I’ll stick to practicing Satyr spells," Jesse coughed twice, glanced at her palm, relaxed, and said, "Since you’re back, and Molofeel, you’re energetic again, let’s continue organizing those Satyr scrolls."

"Work… work…" Imp mumbled, "It’s the same wherever we go, Stormwind, Kalimdor, never-ending work, ugh!"

He looked at Molofeel and asked, "I really want to know, why don’t you use such powerful magic when dealing with other enemies?"

"This is magic that extracts power," explained Molofeel. "It is more useful against enemies with strong powers, and most of the time, I don’t have the time or space to chant this spell. Master, to be honest, it was long ago when I used it to torment helpless opponents…

Speaking of which, she leaned in close to Jesse’s ear and whispered, "And after being in contact with the master, the powers of others no longer satisfy me, especially those Satyrs, or other demons’ energies, they just make me sick… For example, do you want my magic to be filled with the pit lord’s fel magic? To make me become violent and easily angered, like a bomb ready to explode at any moment, even though I hate to admit it, when I was loyal to the master Brutallus, that’s how I was, completely different from now. Or others, like the dark magic of Nathrezim…"

She chuckled as she looked at Jesse’s reaction, as if waiting for him to get angry.

But Jesse asked, "So now all the power within you is mine, Molofeel, does that make you more like a mortal?"

Molofeel raised an eyebrow and thought for a moment before saying, "A mortal? I’m not sure, but I’m definitely more like you now."

"After all, I am yours, master."

For a dwarf explorer venturing deep into the Feralas Jungle, or any other ordinary traveler, Eldre’Thalas might be a place that is hard to find even after wandering around for weeks.

Even if one follows the ancient path left by the Highborne, they are bound to encounter dead ends, or be led to ruined towns occupied by Ogres that lead to doom.

But for Jesse’s small team, the closer they got to the depths of the forest, the more they could sense the ancient magic surrounding Eldre’Thalas, especially since the magical seal of this city had been destroyed by Ogres, leaving no secrets anymore.

After walking in the direction of Eldre’Thalas for about four or five days, Jesse had almost fully recovered with the help of the Living Ice Crystals’ restoration and healing. However, Mosa’s gaze towards Jesse seemed much colder, as if Jesse had really put on a show in front of the dwarf and elf with the demon.

Of course, for the Tauren, using that kind of dark magic to exchange mana might not be much different from putting on a show.

On this clear morning, they had just set off from the campsite not long ago when they saw a silver-gray giant wall among the distant tree canopy.

The scale of this wall was unlike any ruins they had seen before. The few people fell silent as they stared at the wall for a while. No one spoke, but everyone knew deep down that this was the wall of Eldre’Thalas.

Jesse placed the Living Ice Crystals back into the box. There was no telling how many Ogre mages and warlocks were present here, or where demons might be lurking, or Kaldorei escaping. Such a powerful Arcane artifact would surely attract unwanted attention.

He did not want to be caught off guard like last time in Deadwind Pass, where he was ambushed by a mysterious mage. The threat level of a resurrected Dalaran Frost mage could not be compared to that of a roaming upper-class Elf Mage looking for prey.

"Which is bigger, this city or Stormwind, Jesse?" Greed asked curiously.

"Hard to say," Jesse replied. "We can only see one side of the city…"

Just this one side of the city, and the end couldn’t be seen to the left or right.

Not long after they walked, they heard some Ogre roaring over the wall, and everyone became alert at once.

"We are gladiators, right, don’t forget," Greed looked at the Tauren nervously scanning the top of the city wall, and said, "Do you know what gladiator means, Mosa?"

"Money, slaves, killing." Mosa said.

"Your understanding is thorough enough." Greed stretched lazily and said, "Look at the composition of our team, a Tauren, a dwarf, an elf, a human, and two demons, this messy composition is simply perfect for an arena team."

"I don’t think anyone here really wants to go into the arena and fight to death except you, Greed," Vereesa said, "If you really itch for it, you can participate in a personal battle… being thrown in there as a wild beast to fight with other real beasts."

"I didn’t say I wanted to go, just role-playing!" Greed looked at Jesse and said, "I think having Ms. Molofeel no longer invisible, having a demon walking beside us would be more convincing, those Ogres would definitely believe us more easily."

Greed’s words made sense, many Ogrewarlocks here would summon demons, so Jesse nodded, indicating that Molofeel no longer needed to hide all the time.

The succubus appeared in the light, revealing her figure, Greed looked at her more and said, "Why do I feel like she’s a bit taller than when we first started, is it an illusion?"