Chapter 643

Chapter 643: The End of the Unknown Journey

He remembered when the Orcish language meeting was suddenly interrupted. The mage walked in to announce that the black dragon was attacking the city, and Kel’Thuzad hurriedly told everyone to stay put before leaving the hall for unknown reasons.

Jesse thought he was going to handle the defense, but now he suspected he was likely carrying out a mission from the black dragon.

Later, Teron Gorefiend’s body died in Dalaran, and his soul fled to the Badlands, so he was useless to the black dragon.

Kel’Thuzad helped Deathwing get the Eye of Dalaran, which easily won Deathwing’s trust. They kept working together, and after Deathwing returned, he even shared more Kirin Tor secrets with him, which sort of made sense.

He recalled the time in Southshore when a dwarf gryphon, burned by the black dragon’s flames, crashed into the town…

Greed grabbed his warhammer, determined to fight the black dragon to the death.

As Jesse followed him deeper into the burning forest, he never imagined it would affect so many things later. Of course, this was just his own guess, and he had no way to check these matters himself.

He wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol, but he felt his mind uncontrollably digging deeper, or if Deathwing’s black sigil had cast a darker shadow over him, making him more suspicious, negative, and likely to see things in a worse light…

Maybe if he cast Arcane Intellect on himself, he’d think all this was just coincidence, just his own forced ideas.

Even after a bit of self-comfort in his head, Jesse couldn’t shake off one worry—Krasus.

Krasus had said that finding Deathwing’s hiding place involved the whole Kirin Tor leadership, so Kel’Thuzad must have been part of it.

In another timeline, Krasus had fought the father of black dragons and even got hurt, but he survived and escaped, then asked other dragon lords for help after confirming Deathwing’s identity. But that was because Deathwing had many spies but didn’t know about Kirin Tor’s secret moves…

Yet if here Kel’Thuzad was willing to tell Kirin Tor’s plans to the black dragon, wouldn’t Krasus be walking to his death?

Though this arrogant Red Dragon made a bad first impression on Jesse, he was supposed to get help from other dragon lords after finding Deathwing. If he died suddenly, what could Jesse do?

Normally, shouldn’t all the dragon lords gather at Grim Batol to attack Deathwing together, so Jesse could break the Demon Soul at the key moment, return their power, and drive Deathwing back?

But now, the way to break the Demon Soul was unknown, Krasus’s fate was unsure, and it was unclear if the dragon lords would even come.

He couldn’t turn back; he had to push on toward Grim Batol in the east, as if surviving meant obeying Deathwing.

Was this part of Deathwing’s plan?

No wonder he was so confident, laying everything out plainly and not caring what Jesse thought. When he entered Jesse’s dream to put the black sigil on him, Jesse already had no escape.

The sea breeze blew past, and Jesse felt a chill on his forehead and neck, making him shiver.

Right then, he regretted not telling Krasus everything when he saw him at his new house’s door—how Kel’Thuzad was a villain working with Deathwing to harm Azeroth.

Getting locked up as a crazy scapegoat in the Violet Prison, then killed by Kel’Thuzad in some dungeon, might have been better than this.

Now, controlled by this black sigil, he was like a puppet who could only overthink. He had no idea how this trip to Grim Batol would end.

At night, the three entered the fortress. Jesse walked down the long corridor with Vereesa and Greed, and soldiers and officers saluted them along the way.

Their room was an empty soldiers’ dorm with several triple-decker wooden beds. It was cramped, but way better than sleeping outside…

Greed just climbed onto a bed and fell fast asleep. Vereesa sat on a nearby bed, watching a demon step from the shadows and close the door.

She quickly reached for the dagger by her foot but paused, glancing at Jesse. "Did I see that wrong? Was that…?"

Jesse sat on another bed. "I forgot to say I brought her."

Vereesa pointed at the succubus. "No, I mean, is she Molofeel?"

"How sad," the succubus sighed, leaning on the door and spinning her black dagger. "I cried over you three reuniting, and now you say you don’t know me."

Vereesa tucked the dagger back into her boot. "I thought he tried to summon a stronger demon for help in Khaz Modan. The Mageweave on you looks like Burning Legion soldiers."

The demon raised one eyebrow. "Are Burning Legion minions stronger than us?"

"Aren’t they?" The ranger’s voice turned sharp. "The Burning Legion picks the best fighters from the Twisting Nether; you’re just leftover wild demons."

Molofeel’s smile faded, and she gripped her dagger. "We should test that, ranger. You’ll learn Sayaad aren’t like the weaklings you saw at the Dark Portal."

Jesse was lying on the bed, thinking of other things, and only then noticed the talk turning bad. He looked over. "Don’t start trouble, Molofeel."

"I think it’s fine," Vereesa said softly.

"What?" Jesse stared at her in surprise.

"Aren’t you tired?" Greed grumbled from his bed. That shut everyone up.

Vereesa blew out the lamp, and the room went dark. The demon vanished, blending into the shadows.

If Molofeel hadn’t raised her voice to challenge, Jesse wouldn’t have noticed their talk. Lying there, he couldn’t relax.

He was wary of the dark now, of night—even scared to sleep.

Deathwing hadn’t invaded his dreams on the ship, but after meeting Greed and Vereesa, with all the talk and feelings tonight, he didn’t know what Deathwing would think.

Jesse felt like he was facing a test, one that would ruin him if he failed. Even if he passed, there was another test tomorrow, and another…

He didn’t want to close his eyes.