Chapter 718

Chapter 718: Possible Summoning Targets

Jesse returned to Moonbrook late at night. He checked on Aarna at the inn’s stable, then went to his reserved room.

Jesse spread the scroll on the table and studied the runes under the flickering candlelight. Saenor hopped onto the table, staring curiously. Molofeel leaned in and said, "This incantation needed a lot of power, Master."

The imp lifted his head. "Maybe that’s why Mor’zul failed. If those warlocks weren’t ready for the summoning, the ritual would drain their own energy! The Twisting Nether doesn’t care about lives like you do, Master."

"Perhaps that’s why I sensed warlocks dying from demons," Molofeel added.

The imp nodded and chuckled. Jesse asked, "Can you tell what demon this incantation is meant to summon?" Molofeel replied, "I can’t. This spell for a specific demon has too many personal words, Master."

"The succubus is right," the imp said. "It could be a Mo’arg general or a Nathrezim…"

"Not a Nathrezim," Molofeel cut in firmly. "I know the incantations for Nathrezim, little one. They’re very different from most demons."

"Well, since you say that…" The imp scanned the runes again. "This demon feels big, so it needs strong energy to summon. A Nathrezim wouldn’t need that."

"Big?" Jesse felt his eyelid twitch and whispered, "It can’t be an Eredar, right?"

He thought of Archimonde and Kil’jaeden, the Eredar leaders. In the game or story, they had huge, mountain-like bodies.

But he knew Mor’zul and those half-skilled warlocks couldn’t summon one to Moonbrook. The conditions were too strict.

"Eredar aren’t that tall," the imp said, looking at Jesse. "Ah, Master, I know what you’re thinking—those tall Eredar mages from the Dark Portal invasion. Ha! Their magic tricked you. They used spells to make themselves big. Eredar aren’t really that tall. They love to show off… It’s their nature. They’re smart but too proud. They think they’re masters of magic and battle leaders, strutting around unharmed…"

Saenor made sense. Jesse recalled Archimonde enlarging himself during the Azeroth invasion.

"Could it be an Annihilan?" Jesse asked. "A Pit Lord?"

The demons fell silent. Jesse said, "If Mor’zul plans to summon a Pit Lord, I won’t help him. I must stop him. We can’t handle that."

The imp examined each phrase on the scroll and suddenly said, "I see familiar words, Master. Let me check the incantation from the Satyr cave! My memory’s fuzzy."

Jesse nodded and laid out the copied scrolls they found from Vyletongue.

He put the scroll for summoning Dethmoora aside. The imp compared them and shook his head. "Not here."

"What about these?" Jesse placed the copies from Dethmoora’s belly nearby. The imp studied the "Necromancer" scroll, possibly linked to Ulthalesh. Jesse’s eyes caught the magic circle diagram.

It wasn’t the Kaldorei demon-binding circle from the Satyr, but one Dethmoora used to contact a demon.

Jesse remembered it well since he and the imp drew it together. When the imp mentioned familiarity with Mor’zul’s spell, Jesse spotted runes on the diagram that matched phrases on Mor’zul’s scroll.

"Here," Jesse pointed to the circle’s runes and then to Mor’zul’s scroll. "Is it these spots?"

The imp dropped his scroll and hopped over. "Yes… yes, Master."

"So, Mor’zul wants to summon the same Demon Lord Dethmoora tried to reach?" Jesse asked.

"Seems likely," the imp said.

"Don’t say ‘likely,’" Jesse said. "Can’t you read these diagrams? Aren’t they Demonic characters?"

"They are Demonic," Molofeel said, "but they’re a sound-based version of ancient Ered’ruin, Master. It’s hard to pin down the meaning, like ‘Anar’Anaras’ in Common…"

Ranger Lord.

Jesse glanced at her. "I see. So, is Mor’zul’s incantation flawed?"

"I think the phrasing is off," the imp replied. "The scribe might have missed the breaks between phrases. We demons don’t need Common punctuation when chanting, but for summoners like you, such errors weaken the magic! I’ll fix the spell using Dethmoora’s runes, Master."

Jesse looked out the window. "It’s past midnight. How long will it take?"

Saenor said eagerly, "Give me a Centaur Soul Shard… Master, I can speed it up! Two or three days."

Jesse sighed and pulled a shard from his demon bag’s pocket, tossing it to the imp. "If this incantation uses Ered’ruin language, is Mor’zul summoning a Doomguard?"

"Likely, Master," the imp said. "A big Doomguard…"

Jesse muttered, thinking. Then it hit him: the Doomlords.

They ruled the Ered’ruin clan, towering giants. They weren’t as bulky as Pit Lords but were taller and far stronger than ordinary Doomguards. Though similar-looking, they were almost a different race.

In the Burning Legion, they were high-ranking leaders. Even low-level Annihilan generals obeyed them. The most famous Doomlord in the game was Kazzak.

After the Scourge Legion summoned Archimonde, the Burning Legion invaded Azeroth. Kazzak followed Archimonde to Azeroth. After the Legion’s defeat, he took the Dark Portal. Later, under Kil’jaeden’s orders, he reopened it for the Burning Crusade. He returned to shattered Outland, leading the Legion against Illidan Stormrage, who called himself Outland’s king.

In the Burning Legion, Kazzak ranked only below Archimonde and Kil’jaeden.

Summoning such a Demon Lord was as bad as summoning a Pit Lord. "Could this spell summon a Doomlord?" Jesse asked.

Molofeel said, "I doubt Mor’zul can summon that, or a Pit Lord, Master." The imp added, "Master, you should see what preparations he made…"

Jesse nodded. "Fix the incantation first. I’ll ask Mor’zul again."