Jesse somewhat regretted taking that break on the way just now. If he had mustered up the courage to follow along, he wouldn't have lost track of Greed.
But that guy had basically completely lost his senses. He ran as fast as a rabbit all the way. A slight delay and he would be left far behind.
Jesse lay on the ground and poked his head out to look at the flat ground, trying to search for his figure. Of course... he also wanted to see if there were any dwarves lying down.
There were not only no standing dwarves nor lying-down dwarves in the nearby open space. There were also no human corpses. Only by the river in the distance were two or three charred corpses. Probably unlucky soldiers who wanted to jump into the river to put out the fire after being on fire but were intercepted and killed by the black dragon.
Now no soldiers were running over there. Without cover, it was tantamount to suicide. Once accidentally set on fire, they would hide and ask their comrades to help put out the fire. Not far away, several soldiers were constantly stomping on a comrade whose body was still emitting black smoke behind the wall.
Jesse was already soaked in sweat. He clenched the long stick in his hand, preparing to wait for the black dragon to come around again and try to cast a Weakness Curse on it.
He no longer expected to scare a real dragon with Fear Spell. After facing the black dragon, he realized that using Fear Spell on it was simply a joke.
Thinking of this, he quickly opened his spellbook and recited the incantation of Weakness Curse again. This time it was much more serious than confronting that panther. He must not make even a single mistake. More importantly, he found that he could no longer be as calm as when facing the panther.
Around the black dragon, Jesse seemed to be able to feel the shadow energy radiating from it constantly pressing on his clear consciousness, making him more and more nervous and panicked.
If one was not a mage who had used shadow magic, they would definitely not be able to distinguish that this was the pressure brought by the black dragon's magic and would just think they were afraid.
But now, Jesse could clearly feel that his emotions were being pulled by the shadow energy released all around the black dragon in waves. The soldiers must be more or less the same.
This might be the existence that Zaenor warned about, the one deliberately releasing its own dark power, the shadow creature hovering in the distance...
Just as Jesse was memorizing the incantation, he suddenly heard a rustling sound on the steps of the watchtower not far behind the wall.
He listened carefully for a while. It was a series of languages he couldn't understand at all. But although he couldn't understand the language, he recognized the voice!
"Wait!" Jesse climbed onto the wall and looked over there. Just as he saw a short dwarf with his back to him running up the steps of the watchtower.
When he called Greed's name again, there was no response.
There was a clattering sound of gravel from the watchtower. The black dragon seemed to have heard his movement and moved over here a bit. Jesse immediately lowered his head to hide.
Damn it... Greed, don't go and die. Wait for me!
"Archer! Circle around to the back and force him back! The mages wait here for him to come. Arcane energy is too ineffective. Use ice magic instead. Attack with ice magic! All arcane apprentices quickly go and help transport the wounded. Damn it!"
The commander's voice coming from somewhere was quite loud. However, a rumbling low voice surprised everyone present.
"Do humans... think... I don't understand?"
The black dragon let out a series of strange clicking laughs. He climbed to the other side of the watchtower again and separated himself from the archers who were preparing to cooperate with the mages by circling around to the other side. Only then did the knight captain on that side shout: "He's gone to the other side! Get out of the way! Everyone get out of the way!"
The black dragon let out another roar. A gust of air blasted the air into a curve. Jesse didn't see the firelight, but heard a violent explosion coming from the other side, followed by a series of screams.
Jesse left the wall and came to the side of the black dragon. Hiding aside, as soon as he looked up, he could see the black dragon's tail swaying back and forth above his head.
He was already prepared to cast Weakness Curse. He was also prepared for the possibility that it might be ineffective and then be counterattacked by the black dragon.
His hand had already touched the bottle of shadow protection potion. His heart was also beating right next to his hand...
"For Khaz Modan!"
The chaotic noises in the whole field were stopped by this roar. This was the only dwarven phrase Jesse could understand! He left the wall and looked up, watching that dwarf holding a warhammer jump down from the top of the tower!
In a flash of lightning, Greed directly slammed a Thunderclap on the black dragon's head!
After a burst of white light and a rumbling loud noise, Greed actually didn't fall down. The hammerhead of that warhammer was stuck in the black dragon's concave and convex skull!
The black dragon roared in pain and its whole body shook. It frantically shook its head. While Greed held onto the hammer handle tightly and refused to let go no matter what, swinging back and forth in mid-air like a torn sack.
Hold on...
Jesse left the wall and raised his staff and shouted towards the black dragon - Anunigi, Durzala, Kana!
Although his voice was completely drowned out by the black dragon's roar, as long as the surrounding shadow power could hear it, it would be enough.
Although he didn't know if the Weakness Curse had taken effect, suddenly one of the black dragon's claws loosened during the shaking and slipped down a large section. Eventually, it caused a chain reaction that led to the collapse of a large section of the watchtower's wall. The black dragon could no longer hold on and fell to the ground together with a large amount of broken bricks and tiles.
Jesse jumped aside to avoid these flying stones and dust. The black dragon fell down under the stone wall and rolled for a while. Just as it was trying to stand up, there was a obvious crack on its head. The purplish-red evil blood flowing out stained its entire neck.
"The black dragon has fallen! Everyone follow me! Kill him and rescue the dwarf brother! We will hang his head on the town. Defenders of Hillsbrad!"
The commander shouted. Soldiers holding short swords and spears everywhere rushed out. But where was Greed? Buried under the stones?
The black dragon squeaked and swung its tail at the soldiers holding shields who were charging over. Jesse circled around its body and rushed onto the ruins. Just as he saw Greed who didn't know if he had been hit by stones. He was fainted in a pile of gravel.
Jesse dragged this 200-pound dwarf and wanted to take him away from this chaos first. Suddenly, Greed coughed and spat out a mouthful of dust. The black dragon seemed to be triggered by something and suddenly turned around.
"You short worm, still alive!" The black dragon insulted in awkward Common Language. At the same time, its chest had bulged up. The crimson fire was about to surge up to its throat!
Damn it!
Jesse felt his hair stand on end. In an instant, as if possessed by divine power, he pulled Greed up and threw him directly under the still-standing remnant wall of the watchtower.
Then he also jumped over... The fireball exploded behind him. The gust of air kicked him into the watchtower. He crashed into a pile of broken tools, armor and clothes. Fortunately, there was some cushioning so he didn't break a bone.
He patted the small flame on his trouser leg and looked at the potion on his robe. A bottle of mana potion had broken and disappeared. Only a little glass shard was embedded in his clothes. The other bottle seemed to be okay. And the shadow protection potion was still there.
Greed was completely blocked by the wall and didn't receive the impact of the fire. But although the soldiers outside the watchtower quickly surrounded the black dragon while it was looking back, the following battle didn't seem to go smoothly.
The black dragon roared wildly. Even if this guy was seriously injured, it still couldn't be easily dealt with by dozens of soldiers and militiamen who had temporarily gathered. More reinforcements were needed!
Wasn't Southshore the gathering place of Dalaran south of Alterac Mountains? Why are there so few mages? Where did those mages from last night go? Are they all out working during the day?
Damn it... Jesse was trapped in this watchtower. Once the black dragon forced back those soldiers and found time to turn around and give him a bite, wouldn't he be finished together with Greed and this watchtower?
Jesse patted Greed's face and said: "Greed! Wake up quickly, wake up quickly!"
He found that his hand was trembling uncontrollably. That throw of Greed just now seemed to have exhausted his strength. Both of his arms were aching faintly.
Greed slightly opened his eyes. As a result, he coughed again. This time he spat out some blood. And this blood was all carrying purple shadow energy.
What's going on?
Was he corrupted by shadow?
If not treated urgently, shadow corruption could very likely cause permanent damage! Jesse pulled out the cork of the shadow protection potion. He knew that this protection potion could only prevent subsequent continuous damage and couldn't treat existing damage. So it had to be used quickly without hesitation.
He must not let Greed die.
Jesse gave him a slap to make him more awake. Then he pried open his lips and poured the potion in. Fortunately, this guy still had a conditioned reflex like drinking. Even in a coma state, when he touched something a bit irritating, he opened his mouth. There was almost no spilled potion.
But now what? If that black dragon attacks inside again, is there any defense measure?
No. But Jesse knew that this bottle of potion couldn't help him withstand a fireball either. Since it was used, it was used.
Couldn't he risk casting Mage Armor in this situation?
If he had known that he would be dealing with such a scene, he should have practiced well on the ship...
Now the key was that Greed's situation was very pessimistic. The shadow damage could be delayed a bit by the potion. But what about other internal injuries?
Since he had spat out blood, he must have been injured in the previous battle. Being hit by stones or bumped by the black dragon could all cause fatal injuries that couldn't be seen on the surface.
Jesse was already at a loss. He didn't know any healing spells and could only watch him deteriorate like this?
"No, there is another way." Jesse's panicked hands and feet gradually calmed down. He took down the mana potion and poured it into his mouth to replenish the fatigue from casting Weakness Curse and running all the way.
This way was - quickly kill this black dragon so that Greed could get treatment as soon as possible.
He opened his spellbook and saw the Life Drain spell. He recited it silently.
With the加持 of Arcane Intellect, he didn't need to read it too many times.
He tightly held his staff and walked to the door of the watchtower that had already collapsed by half. He looked at the black dragon who had its back to him and was constantly spitting fire at the soldiers in front of him.
At his feet, there were already five or six soldiers lying down. Some were painfully crawling away. Some had already died or fainted.
Watch me drain you to death.
He raised his staff high and pointed at the black dragon with his other hand, shouting:
Elaman, Siliondor!
The shadow magic light of the staff pierced through the tattered cloth tightly wrapped around it. The black dragon suddenly turned around and stared at this warlock who was attacking it. Its wings and front claws actually started to tremble violently.
"You... dare!"
He roared wildly and gathered another ball of fire. However, Jesse didn't dodge or avoid but repeated the incantation loudly again!
"Uh..."
This time the black dragon coughed violently. The bulging chest also went out. A cloud of black smoke sprayed out from between its lips and teeth and drowned its head.
At this moment, the wound on its head burst open again without warning, spraying out a ball of blood. And this blood didn't fly into the sky but all flew towards Jesse's side and drenched him and the ground under his feet.
Jesse didn't dodge either. He continued to concentrate. He knew that the spell hadn't ended and was still continuing. He must concentrate and continue to channel until this black dragon was drained to death!
He couldn't doubt his own power. Because last time when he was casting a spell, doubting his own ability led to the failure of Mage Armor halfway. This time, even if he couldn't kill this guy, he had to believe that he could.
Tinnitus replaced the roar of the black dragon. He felt his brain and chest getting more and more swollen. A mouthful of blood vomited out. But he didn't look at it at all. He just stared at the black dragon's eyes.
The color of the black dragon's scales darkened a bit. The already injured wing membrane also shrank a bit. It seemed that it was also starting to panic. It insulted for a while, but Jesse couldn't hear clearly at all.
The black dragon scratched with its front paw and propped up its body from the gravel. It turned out that its lower body had been injured by the collapsed city wall and it was difficult to move. But this time it still completely freed itself and approached Jesse.
It kept opening its mouth and roaring. But in Jesse's view, it was all silent. Until a spear suddenly stabbed into its ankle.
The black dragon roared and finally couldn't hold on. Another spear, and another spear. The silver-armored soldiers with the emblem of Lordaeron rushed up and repeatedly stabbed long weapons between the black dragon's scales.
The black dragon let out a weak moan and finally fell down and fell at Jesse's feet. Its trembling eyes slowly closed.
Is it over?
Jesse couldn't hear anything or see anything clearly. There was only a burning sensation all over his body and a severe nausea inside. He felt that his palms were full of blood spots and his vision was reddish and blurred...
A wave of nausea surged up. He vomited a large mouthful of purple pus and blood on the black dragon's head...
Only then did he feel better. His hearing and vision were restored a lot.
He looked blankly in front of him and saw a group of Lordaeron soldiers rush in and support him. An officer shouted: "These two people have been injured by the black dragon's shadow damage. A priest must be found quickly. Go and call a priest! Many alliance soldiers defending Alterac have become disabled for life because they weren't rescued in time!"
"Priest! Priest!"
"The injury of the Wildhammer warrior is lighter. Take this Dalaran mage back first!"
"He's not a Dalaran mage..."
"This is the ring of the mage guild of the Kingdom of Stormwind!"
"Who cares where he is from? Do you know so much because you want to be admitted to the Kirin Tor? Hurry up!"