Chapter 149: Dear Mr. Setho

Dushan took down his mage robe from the hanger and rushed out of the door. Jesse sat on the stairs in a daze for a while, muttering, "Dragon slayer..."

Although Jesse knew that it was his best brother, it would be false to say that he wasn't a bit disappointed at all.

But he couldn't tell anyone what he had really done to that dragon. Letting everyone think that it was Greed who gave the black dragon a critical blow could hide the truth and protect himself.

As long as the dragon was killed, helping the townspeople of Southshore, avenging the injured and victimized people, and saving Greed, The empty reputation of being a dragon slayer is just so-so.

But thinking this way was somewhat of a consolation to himself.

Jesse scratched his hair and felt his head hurt a bit more.

Going upstairs and returning to his room, thinking of the scene when he confronted that black dragon, he even doubted a bit. Was it because he was so eager to kill that dragon with his own hands that he had an illusion of casting magic?

That is to say, he deceived himself so much that he even believed it.

Could it be that he didn't cast any Life Drain at all? Everything was just a nightmare he had after passing out due to the influence of shadow energy after being hit by the black dragon's dark magic?

How could he determine what really happened at that time? If only Zaenor were still here. He must have witnessed the whole process.

But now that imp didn't know where he had gone. Maybe he jumped off the gryphon and committed suicide out of fear of the arcane power of this magic city when he was brought to Dalaran.

"Did the master call me just now?"

Zaenor suddenly appeared under his ribs, scaring Jesse so much that he shuddered. Immediately, he grabbed him and ran up the stairs to the door of his room.

"Why did you suddenly pop out? Why didn't you show up earlier?"

He looked downstairs and made sure that there was no one else in this house except himself and the imp before he felt relieved.

But this was Dalaran...

Jesse glanced out of the window. Since two thousand years ago, Dalaran had been an anti-demon headquarters. If Zaenor suddenly appeared on the street and several arcane floating cannons suddenly appeared in the sky to obliterate him, Jesse wouldn't be surprised.

"Because there were people in the house just now, master. If there are people in the house, I can never show up. This is your order to me!"

"Executed thoroughly. Verbal praise is given." Jesse said, "Now I ask you a question."

The imp jumped up and then fell down, straightening his back and saying, "Please ask, master!"

"When dealing with that black dragon, did you feel the situation outside? Let me put it bluntly. Did you feel my casting?"

"Of course I felt it." Zaenor said affirmatively, "The master killed the black dragon with Life Drain. Of course, he was already beaten very badly. Otherwise, you would be doomed... Won't you be angry because I told the truth?"

"No."

Not only was Jesse not angry at all, but even that bit of reluctance gradually subsided.

If it weren't for Greed's hammer blow, the development of the whole thing would be uncertain.

He had always been within the attack range of the black dragon. Maybe he would be burned into a pile of charcoal if he was not careful.

Greed was undoubtedly the real dragon slayer. When he faced that dragon, he was in a flurry and didn't look like a hero at all.

"We are now in Dalaran. Here live the most powerful mages of humanity, and these mages hate demons." Jesse looked at Zaenor and said, "So for the sake of your own life, you still need to hide in that bag for a while."

"Understood!" The imp said and then jumped in again.

Jesse was about to seal the bag when he saw the letter he had brought here, intending to sell it to a noble who was learning Orcish. It was Teron Gorefiend's secret order.

Thinking of the raid on Alterac Valley launched by Teron Gorefiend and the subsequent Orc crisis that spread throughout the mountains... including the problem of the rampaging black dragons. Regarding this black dragon incident, he had always felt something was wrong.

That black dragon flew to Southshore and didn't seem to want to directly destroy anything. His attack targets were very random. He basically burned wherever he flew.

And the black dragons in Azeroth are not solitary wild monsters that pursue eating people, eating beasts, snatching treasures, and growing as big as possible as their life goals.

The ancient black dragons of Azeroth, including Deathwing and his first-generation children, ruled the Blackwing Legion. Whether they are adult dragons, young dragons, or even wyrmlings, they all obey the orders of these ancient leaders.

A young dragon who dares to risk his life to attack an important stronghold like Southshore and finally loses his life can never be acting randomly or venting personal anger.

Plus, as Dushan mentioned just now, Southshore was not the only place attacked by black dragons.

What were they trying to do?

Why are these young dragons causing troubles everywhere? Could it be to distract the power of Dalaran, draw the tiger away from the mountain, and then launch a concentrated raid on Dalaran?

Impossible.

Although Deathwing did attack Dalaran later, it was also to create a fake death that deceived the whole world and pave the way for his next plan.

And that fake death was also quite a failure. Krasus, the red dragon mage, noticed the abnormality.

For creating a magnificent fake death, is it necessary to set up all these scenes and do these operations that waste one's life? He should have rushed forward when Dalaran's defenses were at their tightest and let everyone believe that the death of the father of black dragons was the result of the joint efforts of the entire magic kingdom.

Wait, cold sweat seeped from Jesse's nape.

He opened that order that he had translated from the beginning and read it from beginning to end again.

This time, he found something that he hadn't noticed at all when he first translated it because his proficiency in Orcish runes was limited at that time - the tense problem!

The verb "collect" for collecting the three artifacts written by Teron Gorefiend is not in the perfect tense but in the future tense.

The meaning of this letter is that the three artifacts will be collected soon. Let his subordinate, the suspected death knight named Angol, pass through the Dark Portal as soon as possible and rush to the Horde to welcome the inauguration of the new chieftain.

The emphasis is on "will be" rather than "have been collected already"!

So which artifact hasn't been obtained yet?

The raid on Alterac City has ended. This is exactly the exchange condition that Teron Gorefiend promised to the Perenolde royal family for Medivh's book. He must have already controlled Medivh's book now.

The order says that Gul'dan is dead and the Horde has elected a new leader, Ner'zhul.

Gul'dan went to the legendary Tomb of Sargeras after the Horde's failure, attempting to devour the evil power left by the dark titan on Azeroth. As a result, he released countless demons buried there and was killed by the backlash. The orcs of the Black Tooth Grin clan who followed Gul'dan escaped from the sea and brought back the news of Gul'dan's death and the appearance of Sargeras' scepter. Ner'zhul then planned to send Teron Gorefiend and the death knights to the Tomb of Sargeras to snatch the scepter from the demons.

So at present, has Sargeras' scepter been obtained?

When the tense changed, everything became uncertain.

As for the third artifact... the Eye of Dalaran kept in the treasury of the Kirin Tor. This letter didn't mention it at all from beginning to end.

That was the only artifact that Teron Gorefiend personally snatched. At some time between the seventh and eighth years after the Dark Portal was opened, he sneaked into Dalaran in secret, relying on his subordinates to distract the mages' attention and entered the treasury of Dalaran to take this treasure.

The reason why Teron could enter and leave Dalaran smoothly was all thanks to the offspring of Deathwing, that is, the black dragons!

Could it be that these rampaging black dragons in Hillsbrad are the ones who are trying every means to distract the mages' attention so that Teron can enter Dalaran without too much obstruction?

Originally, this translation error had no impact on Jesse personally. After all, even if he had translated it accurately in Stormwind at that time, the whole thing had nothing to do with him.

But now it was different. He was already in the city of Dalaran. If Teron Gorefiend planned to sneak in here, wouldn't he also be in a certain danger? Of course, this was all just his speculation based on this order. To be sure, he needed to know if the Eye of Dalaran was still in the city.

"Master Carlo Dushan! I'm here again. You know what I want to ask... Ah? Master? Didn't you close the door when you went out? Is there anyone in the room?"

Suddenly hearing Greed's voice, Jesse's heart twitched. All the entanglements about losing the title of "dragon slayer" just now disappeared.

He walked out of the room and just met the dwarf who was about to catch up.

As soon as they saw each other, the dwarf immediately protected his crutch and rushed up, throwing himself at Jesse and pressing him onto the floor.

"You son of a... " He pressed Jesse's neck and shook it wildly, saying, "You scared the hell out of me!"

"Let... " Jesse grabbed the dwarf's stone-like wrist and squeezed out two words from his almost crushed throat and said, "Let go!"

Jesse pushed him away. Greed staggered back a few steps and grabbed the railing. After resting for a while, he said, "You're really recovering well, Jesse. You're even stronger than before!"

When he said this, Jesse also felt that something was not quite right. But he still said, "You almost strangled me to death. Damn it. I'm really fighting for my life."

After saying that, he sat back and leaned against the wall. Only then did he see that Greed's arms were wrapped in thick bandages.

"What's wrong with you?"

"What else could be wrong? I hit a dragon on the head. You can't expect me to come out unscathed, can you?" Greed picked up his crutch and leaned it against the stair railing. He said, "But this is a small matter. It will recover soon. I fell and my leg was crushed. As long as we dwarves rest for two weeks, this kind of injury can be completely recovered. Now it's getting better."

"Are you sure?" Jesse asked, "Can it recover in two weeks? A fracture?"

"Sure. But the priests in Southshore have already treated a lot. Otherwise, I would be disabled." Greed added, "Further disabled."

Jesse glanced at Greed's eye patch and said, "As long as it can be completely recovered, I will take care of you during this time."

"Take care of yourself first." Greed smiled and said, "Yesterday I thought you were going to lie there for the rest of your life. I was even thinking about asking for your parents' address and then sending you there. But now I only know that your father is in Setho. I don't know anything else."

"There is only our family named Setho in Lordaeron. But there are a few in Brill." Jesse said, "But still, thank you for your kindness. Dragon slayer!"

"If killing a young dragon counts as being a dragon slayer." Greed said, "Then this dragon slayer is nothing remarkable. In the past two days, three young dragons have been eliminated. But south of Alterac Mountains, there is only the one we encountered. Generally speaking, it feels like there are at least a dozen dragon slayers. You must also be one of them, Jesse. It's just that when they cut off the dragon's head to celebrate, you were still in a coma. No one denies your contribution just because you weren't there."

"What contribution did I make?" Jesse asked.

Greed looked downstairs and then stared at Jesse sideways with a low voice and said, "I know what you did, Jesse. I was still awake at that time, just couldn't move. But I heard the whole process. You killed that dragon with dark magic, right?"

"Sort of..." Jesse nodded.

"What do you mean by sort of." Greed lowered his head and leaned closer and said, "I saw that under your magic, that dragon seemed to wither. The scales all over his body started to lose color. Do you think I haven't seen this kind of magic before? Don't forget that I am a warrior who participated in the Orcish War. I've heard that those orc warlocks have terrifying magic that can drain the life of enemies. Am I right?"

"I used it in a hurry to save you." Jesse said, "You didn't directly tell those soldiers of Southshore about this, did you?"

"Am I stupid?" Greed said, "I said that I saw you use arcane magic to attract the attention of that black dragon, which gave those soldiers the opportunity to stab him to death. As for what arcane magic, anyway, I'm just a stupid and reckless Wildhammer dwarf. I definitely don't understand. If you don't want to be exposed, you'd better learn a similar spell quickly. I've heard there's something like Slow... By the way, you can say that you blinded him with a Light spell."

Jesse heaved a deep sigh of relief and said, "Thanks, Greed."

"You're welcome, dear Mr. Setho." Greed answered in an affected tone, imitating the accent of Lordaeron. "Speaking of which, just by the magic you used, you are almost one of the most evil warlocks I've ever seen."

Jesse glanced at the warlock bag beside him and thought that if he opened this bag and let you see what's inside, the "one of" can be immediately removed.

Greed patted the railing and said, "Hey, hey. How about it, evil warlock? Let's go out and drink! Although the whole city of Dalaran is a bit sissy, the wine is excellent. The things made by those elves who have nothing to do all day are really extraordinary!"

Jesse was about to say that his burn on his arm hadn't recovered yet. But on second thought, forget it.

"Let's go! Wait for me to leave a note for the teacher."