Chapter 87： Coastal Fishing Village

In the afternoon, Jesse left the farm and continued north on the road. After crossing that high slope and walking for a while, he saw the sea level in the distance below the high cliff.

After walking for about two or three hours and when the sun was already setting on the sea, he finally saw the fishing village that Fabron had mentioned.

This place is even more depressed than Fabron guessed. From here, it seems completely deserted and abandoned.

Only the fish-drying racks and such haven't been removed and are just left there, and no one has come to destroy them.

This so-called fishing village has only four or five houses, all of which are very sturdy wooden houses. There is even a two-story building in the middle. But after being abandoned for several years, it looks old and damp. Jesse wandered around this fishing village for a long time but didn't find a single person.

It seems that the veteran's request will be postponed. Maybe when there is time, he can go back and ask for specific names and such.

Fabron said that the people here have all moved to Stormwind. Maybe if he asks again when he returns to Stormwind, he can also get some clues?

Thinking of this, Jesse didn't want to meddle in other people's business anymore. That soldier seemed strange anyway, and he didn't want to get himself involved in strange things.

Standing in the open space in the middle of several houses, this seemed to be the place for drying fish in the past. Even now, there is still a salty and fishy smell. The cold sea breeze blew over and made Jesse shiver terribly. The dampness seemed to penetrate into his bones. When he thought that these houses would still have to endure the same wind and rain for many years to come, he felt that they might not last long.

Since there was no one here, then he could do whatever he wanted.

Walking into the largest house, there were some relatively large pieces of furniture left inside, and there was even a bed. But the bedding and such on it were already very damp.

The ground was all slippery algae and wet mud. Various unnamed green plants covered the walls. Even though the sun hadn't set yet, the room was already extremely dark. But anyway, this was a place that could shelter from the wind and rain and provide a little warmth.

Jesse opened his warlock robe and said, "Come out, Thaelno."

The imp jumped out and appeared, shouting, "I thought you had forgotten about me!"

As soon as this little demon covered in fire appeared, it cast a pale greenish glow. Jesse said with some concern, "Can you make the fire on your body less intense?"

"This is the external manifestation of my surging heart, master." Thaelno said, "Do you want me to suppress my nature?"

"Suppress as much as you can." Jesse said, "What if you set this place on fire and burn me to death?"

"If you burn to death, I'll be free!" Jesse and the imp said this sentence at the same time. After finishing, Jesse glared at him and said, "Say it again and I'll step on you."

"Ha, I remember! The master's order cannot be disobeyed!" Jesse went upstairs and found a place that was still relatively dry. He shook off the dust on something like a tablecloth, wiped the table and chair, sat on the chair, took out a book on Orcish pronunciation guidance that he had brought with him, and started memorizing.

Since Fabron said it was safer to look for it at night, then he would listen to him this time. Thinking that if he was suddenly spotted by murlocs during the day and had to run a half-hour marathon, he felt a bit worried.

"Does the master plan to read here until night?"

"Shut up."

In the evening, as it got darker and darker. While holding the biscuits he had brought, Jesse was reading. When he felt that he couldn't see clearly anymore, he said to Thaelno, "Jump onto the table."

"Yes!" Thaelno, who had been standing silently for two hours, jumped up and said, "Is there any task?"

"Keep your emotions stable." Jesse said, "Don't have any fluctuations. Let the fire on your body emit little by little."

"Although I don't know why... but, I must obey the master's order!"

The imp tried his best not to move around too much. Instead, he sat on the table little by little, facing Jesse's eyes. Sure enough, the heat coming from him was not so jumpy anymore.

"Very good, very good." Jesse brought the book closer to the imp and continued memorizing.

After communicating with the shaman by the lake, Jesse realized that for Orcish, tone and stress are extremely crucial. Of course, this is also very important in many languages he has learned before, but it seems that the students learning Orcish in Stormwind didn't pay much attention to this point.

Perhaps it's because they don't have as many opportunities as Jesse to directly listen to an orc speak. Instead, they learn from teachers. Or perhaps they really didn't understand its importance.

In short, he began to pay attention to the manifestation of tone in Orcish runes. Which parts of a rune represent tone? Slowly, he also began to notice some patterns.

An Orcish rune is composed of different small symbols. Some represent pronunciation, some represent tenses, some explain meanings, and some can explain the context. It seems rough and clumsy, but in fact, it's quite complex.

Slowly, Jesse also felt that he could find some fun in it. After all, pictures are always more interesting than just letters. Sometimes, he can also see the culture of the orcs from the shape of the runes, some things unique to Draenor.

For example, the rune representing sheep. Human books simply translate it as sheep. But as a time-traveler who knows what Draenor looks like, Jesse knows that this sheep is actually the long-legged and high-horned Draenor specialty, the talbuk.

It got darker and darker, and Jesse felt that he vaguely heard some sound.

Like singing.

"Be quiet." He ordered the imp.

Looking out of the window, there seemed to be something on the coast. Blinking, it disappeared again.

Although the flame coming from the imp in front of him was already stable enough, on such a dark night, it still reflected a jumping and shining reflection on the window. Jesse said, "Move aside a bit."

The imp obeyed and jumped off the table. Jesse pressed his face against the still-intact glass and looked out. Looking closely at the beach, he realized that there was indeed something squatting right where the tide could just touch.

Could it be a murloc?

Jesse observed for a long time. The shadow squatted motionlessly. Judging from the silhouette, it didn't look like a murloc. It was like a real person, squatting or sitting there, looking at the sea without moving.

Didn't Fabron say that there was no one living here anymore? When did that person appear there?

"Can you see that person?" Jesse asked Thaelno.

"Yes, I can see it! I can see it!" The imp excitedly pressed against the glass and asked, "Why does the master ask this?"

Could it be that the fishermen who went out to sea have returned?

Jesse was a bit doubtful. All the houses here seemed to have been abandoned for a long time. If there were still people living here, then the living conditions would be too miserable.

But considering that this is at least a house. After a little cleaning up, it is countless times better than the refugee camp outside Stormwind where rain can hardly be sheltered. There is nothing hard to understand.

Jesse planned to go out and take a look. Maybe that person knew where the soldier's wife had gone.

"You hide in the bag first and don't show up. I'll go down and see what's going on." He told Thaelno.

At night, the sea was pitch-black and nothing could be seen. Except for the sound of the sea constantly hitting the beach, everything seemed to be submerged by the darkness.

Jesse stood on the beach and looked around. Making sure there were no signs of murlocs or other monsters, He turned his gaze to the blurry figure in the distance.

Now it was even darker than when he was in the house before. The silhouette could only be seen as an unclear outline in the moonlight.

The shadow was extremely thin. With long hair and the shape of the chest and waist, it looked like a young woman.

At this time, he also heard the singing clearly.

The beauty of the night,

Can be witnessed by the twin moons.

The beauty of the sea,

Calm or turbulent,

You and I can witness.

Because I have heard,

The whispers you bring with the tide. May it carry this longing away and let you know.