Chapter 105: The Grammar of the Nathrezim

Life Drain...

When he returned home at night, Jess originally wanted to have a good sleep and make a long-term plan the next day. But thinking about that piece of paper and the spell effect, he couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

He wanted to see if he could refine this extremely ineffective Life Drain spell into a real spell. After all, his initial dream was to organize these half-baked warlock spells into their original texts and use his understanding of demon languages and orc languages and other incantations.

He suddenly sat up and said, "Saeuno, come out. We have work to do."

"Why do we have to work again?!" Saeuno came out of the bag unhappily and said, "There is no more paper! Saeuno is so tired!"

"Do some other work." Jess climbed out of bed and pulled out the few pieces of paper that Gakin gave him from under the bed. He carefully looked at the line of incantation.

"Ulamang, Siliento."

"What are you saying?" The little imp asked curiously.

"Don't you understand?"

"Why should I understand!" The imp grabbed Jess's piece of paper and looked at it. He said, "Ah, demon language written in common language letters. The pronunciation methods are different. How can it be pronounced accurately?" Jess asked again, "So, what does this demon language mean?"

"Is this a spell? I can't tell." The imp looked back and forth and said, "This seems to be... transformation, transfer, vitality and so on. But as a spell, the grammar is not quite right. This writing is like the ancient language of the Nathrezim!"

"Don't tell me you don't understand the Nathrezim's stuff." Hearing this, Jess was already a bit desperate. He rubbed his temples. This little imp was also unreliable.

"Who said I don't understand!" The imp looked at it and said, "Although I don't know many Nathrezim words, but if according to their pronunciation, there should be a liaison here. There should be a liaison between vitality and transformation! So, that is... Ulamang, Siliondor! In addition, you need to pronounce like the big wings of the Nathrezim, vibrate with your throat, lower your voice as much as possible, and drive your shadow energy as much as possible. After all, those guys are flesh and blood condensed by shadow. They are not ordinary demons!"

"You are really an expert." Jess couldn't help but sigh.

"Only the miserable mortals will sigh at this knowledge, my master!" The imp hopped and said, "As long as you live long, you know more!"

"I can't sleep tonight if I don't try this. " Jess looked out of the window and estimated the time needed to leave the city. But the patrols in Stormwind at night are very strict, especially in the latter half of the night. If caught by the guards and they find his bag, stick and so on, and then check carefully, he will be imprisoned again.

"Or just practice on you." He looked at the imp.

"No... master!" The imp fell to the ground with a thud: "I don't want to suffer! What if I die?!"

"My magic power is not that strong, Saeuno." Jess said: "If I could suck you to death all at once, would I still be so embarrassed when fighting with that naga? Think about it?"

"Forget it, master. Come on. Just show a little mercy on me!"

Jess smiled and picked up the piece of paper from Gakin. Just as he was about to start according to the casting gestures written on it, he thought of a problem.

This spell extracts life energy. Does a demon have life energy?

This thought immediately calmed him down.

"This spell transfers life energy." Jess asked: "If a demon like you doesn't have life energy in its body and I forcibly extract it from you, what will happen?"

"The Nathrezim, right?" The imp muttered: "I've heard of the life drain of these demons, master. What they extract is not life force in a narrow sense, but 'vitality'... That is to say, all living beings, even shadow beings, even undead beings, as long as they are beings driven by energy, have their own energy driving force. And what the Nathrezim extracts is these forces."

"They can transform the extracted life into death shadow, pollute the extracted arcane energy into fel energy, and then digest it for their own use. Probably only the Holy Light cannot be successfully extracted. After all, the energy essence of their extraction of vitality is still shadow power."

"If this spell is really the vitality extraction of the Nathrezim, I suggest that the master should carefully choose the target. I definitely have nothing to extract. Even if I am sucked to death, there is not much vitality. After all, I am such a poor little thing!"

"Forget it." Jess said: "I'm too sleepy today. Let's talk about it another day."

The imp finally breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the bag and disappeared in a burst of arcane light.

Lying on the bed, Jess was still glad that he didn't start extracting without thinking about anything.

What if some fel energy is extracted into the body?

If this fel energy causes damage to his body and he needs to find someone to treat him, how can he explain it? It's better to find an opportunity to leave the city and practice on mammals first, just like what Gakin has been doing.

There are so many things to do! Just thinking about it makes his head hurt.

He needs to make a mage robe, prepare for the orc language exam, attend the warlock gathering. In a few days, when Gerred recovers, he can't slack off in sword practice.

But if he wants to become stronger, he must work hard and seize every opportunity to improve and not waste time.

Thinking of his life in his previous life where he slacked off at work every day and was lazy at home, he didn't expect to be energetic in this world.

After all, in Azeroth, if you don't find a way to become stronger, you will really die.

During this period of time, he has obtained a lot of good things. Those most beautiful and precious naga belly scales can bring in an income of dozens of silver coins if each can be sold for more than 5 silver. If the merchant is right, the bead string can be sold for 40 silver coins. Although he is a bit reluctant, Jess thinks that maybe this bead string also has some strange magical energy that can seduce people like the naga. It should still be sold if it needs to be sold.

This kind of unclean thing will be a disaster sooner or later if kept around. But silver coins are clean.

Plus that orc order... It needs to be sold to an antique dealer. If it can be sold for a few gold coins... it can really almost buy a toilet.

It has been only more than a month since he made up his mind to make money and buy a house for his parents in Stormwind.

Although he can't expect to find something as valuable as that order letter every month, this is the benefit brought by improving his own strength.

If he doesn't have enough strength, he won't be able to seize the opportunity even if luck comes.

Now when he mentions making money, it's all counted in dozens of silver coins. At the beginning, he had to risk his life for even two silver coins.

In the future, if he goes to a higher level, such as becoming an apprentice mage, or going further on the path of warlock, or making his body stronger and being able to deal with more dangerous situations, he will definitely be able to make more money.

There are still more than ten years before the disaster of the Scourge. As long as he is patient, as long as...

Thinking of this, he felt that he had really been on the verge of death several times this month. However, if he doesn't take risks, there will be no improvement. Today at Gakin's place, Erlan pushed him hard against the wall with all his strength to interrupt his spell. When he fought back, he felt that dealing with Erlan was not as difficult as when he first went to the basement of the Slaughtered Lamb.