Chapter 743

Chapter 743: Pronouncing Like a Demon

Demisette lifted the tent flap and left quickly. As Jesse watched her back disappear outside, he realized that with his growing knowledge of magic, this could become a way to earn money to help pay for fixing up the Mage Tower.

Of course, he couldn’t teach every spell and had to choose carefully who to teach. It was something that needed a lot of thought.

He could even go back to charge the Dark Iron Dwarves for lessons, then make small changes like they did… to get back at them fairly.

But that meant he would need to go out looking for spells himself, like Zardeth did.

From talking to Zardeth, Jesse got the feeling that most of his spells came from other warlocks, especially those in Ironforge. This showed that most spells he gathered were already known by some people in Azeroth.

To get ahead across all of Azeroth, Jesse had to find powerful magic like the Hand of Gul’dan or the Dark Shield, which only Orcs knew about.

The next morning, Jesse went up to the Storm Altar. Kahlor Shadowfist was guarding it today, sitting on a statue’s toe.

From the moment Jesse came into view, Kallez kept staring at him.

Standing in front of the tall Demon Lord, Kallez muttered, "What crazy idea do you have today, you rotten thing? I’ll crush you sooner or later, so you stop showing up every day and ruining my mood."

"Fine," Jesse said casually. "One day when I’m tired of living, I’ll change the contract to say my condition is suicide. That way, even if Kazzak really dies, our deal won’t end."

Kallez sneered, "My wish to kill you isn’t strong enough to bind me in a contract. Do you think you’re that important to an Ered’ruin lord?"

Jesse replied, "That’s good, because it means you don’t want to kill me that badly yet."

Molofeel was tilting her head, peering at the Shadow Power in the Blade of Eternal Darkness. She chuckled at Jesse’s words.

Kallez ground his sharp teeth but stayed quiet.

"Today I’m here to learn from you, Lord Kallez," Jesse said seriously. "This should be our first big talk as master and servant. Why not start by telling me what magic you know."

"I know more spells than I can count," the Doomlord boasted. "But you’ve never heard of nine out of ten of them. Most of the rest, you can’t learn as a mortal. What’s the point of telling you? Actually, many ‘spells’ are just everyday skills for us Ered’ruin, but you mortals make a big fuss over them…"

"For example, flying." The Doomlord tried to flap his huge brown wings, like a giant umbrella about to open. But the binding magic circle held him tight, making his body shake and letting out a low growl of anger.

Seeing this, Molofeel’s smile faded a little. Jesse sensed she minded having her wings torn off.

Jesse said, "I can’t do that. How about starting with the spell you used on me?"

Kallez mumbled the name in Ered’ruin and said, "This spell, in Demonic, is called Cripple. Are you sure you want to learn it? I don’t think your soft little mouth can say our ancient words right."

"Humans don’t make sounds with ‘soft lips,’ demon," Jesse shot back. "But I won’t know until I try. I’m learning Ered’ruin now, after all."

"Teaching you is no big deal," Kallez grumbled, trying to lift his arm. The magic circle glowed and yanked him back hard. The move was too much and caused a stir; the Storm Altar grew restless, and warlocks resting in the far camp looked over.

Jesse raised his arm to signal everything was fine. Kallez growled, "Free me! Like this, I can’t do anything, let alone teach you spellcasting!"

"Just tell me the words," Jesse said. "I saw the hand moves when you cast it before."

Kallez ground his teeth unhappily and chanted, "In, Ka, Ke, Wa, Ra… Li, Ka, Ga, De!"

When the Doomlord spoke in Ered’ruin, his voice felt totally different. It was impossible to write it down exactly. Jesse could only barely think of similar sounds in Common or other tongues.

No wonder players in the game didn’t have this skill; only the Doomguard could cast it. The hard part was here. Jesse cleared his throat and said, "In…"

As soon as he made the sound, it felt too weak. Did he really need a demon’s throat to say the spell?

The Orc nearby had been listening. Jesse turned to him and asked, "Can you say this spell with your people’s voice?"

"Let me utter such a demonic spell… impossible," the Orc said. "This is the sound of fel magic, Master Seso. To copy it, we might need a language curse."

"Do you know the language curse?" Jesse asked.

Kallez laughed right away.

"That’s a curse," the Orc replied. "Someone hit by the language curse babbles nonsense in demon tongue, but they can’t control it. It might help mimic a demon’s voice, but you can’t cast spells that way."

"Try it on me," Jesse said in Language Orcish. "Kahlor Shadowfist."

"You want me to curse you with the language curse?" The Orc looked shocked and asked in his own language. "Yes," Jesse said.

The Orc nodded, pulled out a short staff from his belt, and muttered a quick spell. Jesse felt a strong heat wrap around his head and neck.

He tried to ask if the spell worked, but only jumbled demon words came out, making Kallez laugh.

Even though it was wild demon talk he didn’t understand, Jesse had to admit the Orc was right. His voice did sound closer to an Ered’ruin now. At least mimicking was easier.

Jesse frowned and calmed down. He could feel the curse’s power.

Could he fight back against this spell? The caster was just an ordinary Orc warlock.

He glanced at Kahlor, opened his lips, and struggled to speak.

At first, it was uncontrollable demon sounds, but then he started to get the hang of it. "In-Ke… In-Ka…"

Hearing the start of the Cripple spell, Kallez stopped laughing.