Chapter 136: Post-War Summary

This hunting operation allowed these few people to show off on the ship properly. Wherever they went, people kept expressing gratitude. Even those strangers who initially looked fierce also expressed their thanks.

The woman was injured and resting in the cabin. Although the ponytail man was much more seriously injured than her, he was still awake. When Jess and Gerred went to visit him, he kept staring at these two people with his eyes open, trying to prove that he was still very energetic.

Among the people who went down before, three died. Surprisingly, there were still some who survived. The black panther didn't specifically hunt those who were running and hiding. Including First Mate Gazik, although he was injured, he barely survived. No one had expected this.

Although they took a great risk, It must be said that this time Jess earned the largest sum of money. After all, he really got a gold coin, and half of this gold coin was his own, not to mention there were also some silver coins.

Originally, he was still considering whether to sell the bead bracelet on his wrist. Now it seems that even if he doesn't sell it, the remaining travel expenses in Lordaeron will definitely be enough.

Just keep this bead bracelet as a souvenir.

In the passenger cabin, the bare-chested man was bragging to some people he knew around while drinking rum.

"That black panther... it's truly worthy of being the star of the Gurubashi Arena! Every claw is as if it wants to tear the ship's bulkhead. Now if you go down and take a look, there are claw marks and imprints everywhere. I'm worried that it will scratch a hole in this ship... If it weren't for this, I wouldn't have been so beaten up. Fortunately, we won in the end! Ha!"

"Of course, the brothers and sisters who fought with me are also one by one more powerful. Without them, I might have been torn to pieces long ago. Especially that dwarf!"

As he said this, he raised his glass towards this side. Gerred and Jess also returned the toast friendly.

Listening to the exaggerated account of the bare-chested man, they didn't have any intention of joining in.

Jess was quite normal. He had never liked being ostentatious. Now that he had mastered these dark magics, he was even more careful to keep a low profile as much as possible.

Gerred, who usually loved to show off the most, was very quiet this time, which made him a bit curious.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

"I thought you would use that fear spell." Gerred said in a low voice: "But in the end, you used another magic, right? Is it also shadow magic? This time I can't say for sure, Jess. But... but I seem to have seen your staff glow."

His gaze was aimed at the long stick on the table. Jess unconsciously covered it with his hand.

"When that cheetah rushed towards you, I heard your incantation. I guess it was some kind of weakening or fainting magic that made that beast confused, unable to recognize directions, and not knowing how to attack. I can tell. Without you, maybe in the end we wouldn't get any money, and we would all be injured in vain. Anyway, I had already planned to go all out." Gerred took out the dagger from his waist and shook it.

"That's the case." Jess said: "But I was worried that there might be someone among those three who could recognize shadow magic, so I was always a bit cautious."

"Don't think too much." Gerred said: "I just inquired a little on the deck. That long ponytail and this one who is talking are both hunters from Booty Bay. They haven't dealt with orcs or faced trolls head-on. That woman is a veteran. Only that woman... might be able to recognize your spell because she participated in the orc war and encountered orc warlocks. But when you cast the spell, she could barely stand up. She should know nothing."

After Gerred said this, Jess felt much relieved.

"Speaking of which, are you sure you can kill that black panther?" he asked again.

"Don't forget I have a shield." Gerred said: "This time I'm not bragging. As for that orc in Redridge Mountains, if I can't beat him, I just can't beat him. If he doesn't use magic, we can still compare. But that would be meaningless. As for this black panther, it is indeed much stronger than an ordinary leopard. But I feel that part of its reputation is due to the exaggeration of arena operators and audiences. I am confident in challenging that guy alone. Of course, the premise is that at least give me a knife or something. If I have nothing in my hands, it's over. I just cut my nails."

He suddenly leaned over and asked: "What do you think if we form a team and go to the Gurubashi Arena to compete in the future? Find a reliable teammate, and maybe we can make a lot of money!"

"There should be a limit to courting death, Gerred." Jess gave him a blank look. "Stop it... If you want to go, go by yourself. Anyway, I won't go looking for death and be blamed by you for holding you back or something."

Jess didn't want to suddenly encounter a three-person group led by a human barbarian, assisted by a night elf druid, and ambushed by a blood elf rogue while fighting.

Especially if that human barbarian sees him, he might say: "Oh, isn't this so-and-so? Do you remember we met in Stonefort?"

Of course, it was more than ten years later that Varian Wrynn's barbaric split personality became a gladiator. If Jess and Gerred formed a team and debuted as gladiators now, it would be almost impossible to live for another ten years and have the chance to meet them.

Gerred said with a smile: "I was just joking. But seriously, if the level of the beast contestants there is worse than this one, it's still quite easy to make money."

Whether it's easy to make money or not, Gerred's words basically have no reference value. This guy is at the level of punching Dasn Thoribain's cousin into the air and making him fall on his face.

Jess had no doubt about his strength. Going to the arena would definitely earn a lot of money.

But after all, it's a job that literally exchanges life for money. People who go there are often not simply for making money. Either they are captured slaves, or they are so fanatical about fighting that it's more important than their own lives. Generally, if people have other choices, they won't go there to ask for trouble.

Jess said: "Anyway, regardless of whether this leopard is of a low level or not, I was almost scratched with several holes. If I were caught like that ponytail man, just recovering from the injury would waste who knows how much time and money."

"But thinking about the scene at that time, being able to calmly cast spells in the face of such a leopard." He concluded satisfactorily: "I think I'm still quite capable."

Gerred said with a smile: "I said it long ago, Jess. You are more of a man than you seem on the surface."

"What the hell?" Jess's smile suddenly disappeared. "Don't I look like a man?"

Gerred laughed even more happily. He grabbed Jess's face and pulled it. "Look at your smooth little handsome face. If you were thrown into Blackrock Depths, your backdoor wouldn't last for three hours."

"Get lost." Jess pushed his hand away all at once and said: "Don't touch me, you damn gay."

"If only I were gay." Gerred sighed and said: "Damn it, these few days on the sea have made me restless. The few women on the ship are so delicate that it feels like they will break if you touch them. The only one who can fight is also injured."

"It won't be long. When we land at Southshore, go find the valkyrie you long for." Jess said.

Gerred laughed a few times until the expression on his face gradually faded.

"I still want to mention that arena thing, Jess. Of course, I'm not asking you to go and fight in the arena or anything. But you said that you would hold me back..."

He shook his head and said: "I have a feeling that now I might not be able to beat you."