Chapter 707

Chapter 707: The Special Significance for the Elven Kingdom

Jesse watched as Vereesa received the title of Ranger-General. At that moment, the Sun King left the crowd and approached her and Sylvanas.

He suddenly remembered that the Gryphon Riders of the Wildhammer had also fought against the Red Dragons, so he asked the dwarf beside him, "Did they reward you when you returned to Aerie Peak, Greed?"

"They wanted to make me the Thunderfist Lord," Greed said softly. "But I refused. I don’t want to be any kind of lord."

Anasterian was speaking to the surrounding elves. After Greed finished, Jesse asked, "Why? Isn’t the Mountain King also a ‘lord’?"

"But the Thunderfist Lord is an actual ruler," Greed explained. "Accepting it would mean staying at Aerie Peak forever, Jesse. The Mountain King title is just an honor—an empty name. They’re completely different. I’m used to fighting, not sitting around managing people. Still, they gave me the Thunderfist family’s honorary cloak, like this Falanar."

"Where is it?" Jesse asked. "Show me?"

"It’s packed away at Windrunner Village," Greed said. "When we go back, I’ll take it to my father at Thunder Peak. His lifelong dream was earning that cloak, but he died before becoming the clan’s greatest hunter. I want him to know his son achieved it. Want to come along? We can enjoy the mountain views."

"Gladly," Jesse replied. "That matters far more than meeting kings, Greed."

"What?" Kaffir suddenly turned to Jesse. "Was Grim Batol your doing?"

"Why ask now?" Jesse stared back. "Didn’t you know?"

"I do now. The Sun King’s calling your name—Jesse Seso," Kaffir said, tugging his cloak. "You truly don’t understand a word of Sayaad Language? You should at least recognize your own name!"

"What…"

Jesse looked toward the plaza center and realized everyone was staring at him. Vereesa glared, her fingers hidden beneath her cloak, urgently beckoning him.

He walked step by step toward the Sun King, Sylvanas, and Vereesa. When the Sun King called Greed’s name too, the baffled dwarf hesitated before jogging to Jesse’s side.

The Sun King surveyed the crowd and proclaimed something in elven. Gasps rippled through the elves. Jesse finally understood—these nobles and mages knew nothing of what happened at Grim Batol.

Upon entering Quel’Thalas, that guard had called him "dragon-slayer Jesse Seso"… He’d assumed his deeds were common knowledge here. Only a handful knew.

The guards likely learned from Vereesa or Sylvanas beforehand. No wonder most elves ignored him and Greed, while high-ranking High Elves deliberately paid respects—they’d received the news privately.

"Draw your sword, Jesse Seso," the Sun King murmured in Common.

Jesse nodded and unsheathed the Azuresong Mageblade. Instant whispers erupted among the watching Elf Mages.

The Sun King took the silver sword embedded with sky-blue gems. As his fingers traced its shimmering surface, the Azuresong Mageblade sang with crystalline notes.

Raising the blade, he addressed the elves in their tongue. The crowd fell silent. Many turned northward, gazing at distant golden light leaping from the sea into the sky.

Finally, he returned the sword to Jesse with both hands. Confused, Jesse accepted it and offered a slight bow—feeling some response was necessary.

"You, Greed Thunderfist, and Vereesa Windrunner are this kingdom’s saviors, Jesse Seso," Anasterian said quietly. "Henceforth, you may freely enter Quel’Thalas and Silvermoon City unhindered. Our people will honor you and your friend as benefactors."

"…Thank you, Your Majesty."

Jesse spoke hesitantly, unaware his actions held such weight for Quel’Thalas. The Sun King added more in elven. Elves voiced approval, many cheering. Sylvanas smiled—a rare sight.

Vereesa beamed at Jesse beside her, but he only watched Kaffir Brightwing clapping blankly from the crowd, wishing he’d translate everything.

The Sun King announced the banquet’s start. Jesse avoided looking at the elaborately presented dishes the elven servants carried.

"Vereesa… savior of Quel’Thalas? Because I saved the Red Dragon Queen?"

"Far more than that, Jesse," Vereesa explained. "Didn’t you hear the Sun King? The Sun—ah, right, you don’t understand Sayaad Language."

She handed Jesse a sliced flatbread wrapped with smoked meat and purple leaves from a nearby table, taking one herself. "It’s not just the Red Dragon Queen, Jesse, nor just Teron Gorefiend. King Anasterian values the Sunwell’s safety above all. He said Deathwing’s death would greatly reassure the Spellweaver Malygos."

"Ah, I see."

Jesse understood why the Sun King showcased the Azuresong Mageblade—it signified the Spellweaver’s approval.

For ages, Blue Dragons monitored the Sunwell. By reforging the blade with his own scales to thank the trio, the Spellweaver implied the Blue Dragons would raise no further objections.

Though they’d long accepted Quel’Thalas’s magic use and the Sunwell’s role in stabilizing the Ley Lines, the Blue Dragon King’s moods were unpredictable. None knew when he might change his mind.

Seeing that magic sovereign’s scales here offered profound reassurance.

Jesse watched the Sun King speaking with Prince Kael’thas, suspecting only this ruler grasped Deathwing’s death meant to the other Dragon Kings.

"Quit staring, Jesse!" Greed clapped his back. "Grab some good food already!"