Chapter 151: Dragons Also Have Parents

"You're not dead either, are you?" Gerred pointed at him and said, "Tell me! Did you want to lead us to the mill in the south and then let that warlock ambush us?!"

"How could that be." The elf frowned and asked in a suspicious tone, "I did kill him. Could it be that when you went there, he jumped up again? Maybe it's because I don't understand the anatomical structure of orcs well enough. Maybe their hearts grow between their legs."

After saying that, the elf chuckled twice. Gerred knocked on the table and said, "Be serious! That warlock was definitely not killed by you. It was killed by that worg. That place is that warlock's hiding place. If it weren't for that worg killing him, who knows how many traps he might have set waiting for us to go and die. Confess honestly!"

Hearing what Gerred said, Jess did think that there really seemed to be no definite sign on that corpse indicating that it was killed by the elf.

But just saying that it wasn't the elf who did it, isn't that a bit too simplistic and crude...

But he really couldn't say anything to defend the elf. He could only see if Gerred had any other reasons.

"That guy did put some things to protect himself." The elf's blue eyes dimmed slightly. He picked up the teacup and took a sip, then said softly, "But as an elite of the Farstriders, those little gadgets can't stump me. Compared to forest trolls, his methods are really much rougher."

"Then you still got caught in that animal trap, Farstrider?" Jess asked. As soon as he heard this, the elf choked and coughed twice.

"That was a special accident under special circumstances."

He then looked at Gerred and said, "First of all, worgs are creatures from the orc world. And all the worgs that come here through the Dark Portal are all mounts trained by the Horde. There are no wild ones. After losing their masters, those worgs can even become warriors and help other orcs fight. You can imagine the relationship between worgs and orcs. It may be very similar to your relationship with gryphons."

"Don't insult gryphons." The dwarf said coldly.

"It's just an analogy to help understand." The elf continued, "Every orc warlock is a high-ranking officer and advisor in the Horde. I think that warlock is the same. The specifications of his outer robe and such are very high. After all, I have fought against the orc army and I understand some things. Looking at these two things together, what do you think is the chance that a worg would turn around and attack its high-ranking master?"

Gerred seemed to want to say something, but he swallowed his words.

He hugged his arms and leaned on the table. His fingers tapped on the table a few times, as if he wanted to find some other reason to get back at him, but he couldn't think of anything suitable all of a sudden.

The corner of the elf's mouth lifted slightly and he asked, "Could it be that you were thinking of coming to find trouble with me. After thinking about it for two or three months, you didn't even consider such a simple contradiction?"

"What?" Gerred said unhappily, "What's wrong with me being suspicious?"

Before Jess could say anything, the dwarf suddenly turned around and said, "Say something! You usually have so many big principles, but now you're silent? Whose side are you on?"

Jess looked at the two of them and quickly said to the elf, "Yes, ah, well, we really didn't find any arrows or anything. We just saw a snarling worg waiting for us there."

The elf said, "Even if that orc is a warlock, his cheap life is not worth even one of my arrows. If there is no damage, how could I just leave it there? As for the worg, everyone gets hungry and needs to eat. Even the corpse of its master is nothing special. Just a lump of fat. There's no need to be loyal to a dead person, right?"

Hearing this, Gerred completely lost his temper. He took his cane as if he was about to leave.

The elf's arcane shimmering magic eye swept over his cane and asked, "What's going on? Did the two of you become disabled by that worg? That's why you have such a big grudge? One with an arm wrapped and the other with a leg bandaged."

"You also know that two months have passed." Jess said, "This is an injury from somewhere else."

"Wait." The elf said, "I heard that Mavral was killed by a one-eyed Wildhammer dwarf and a Stormwind mage under twenty years old. Could it be you two?"

"What's Mavral?" Jess asked.

The elf stroked his long eyebrow, smiled and said, "It's a dragon. Sorry, I was thinking too much. But this is really a bit too coincidental."

"The black dragon that died in Southshore?" Gerred asked loudly, "That idiot who dared to court death on my head actually has a name?"

Jess looked at him and said, "It's normal to have a name, Gerred. That dragon is so big. Wouldn't his parents give him a name? It's not like those groups of baby dragons that just hatched from dragon eggs."

"What? Dragons even have names given by their parents. This is even more absurd than him having a name!" Gerred turned to look at Jess again.

"I'm just guessing..." Jess said.

Looking at the opposite side of the table again, the elf was already stunned.

"So it's you." He murmured, "The Farstriders have been tracking Mavral for a long time. We lost him in Silverpine Forest. I didn't expect that when he appeared again, he had already run to Southshore. Although I didn't directly participate in the operation in Silverpine Forest, I know that dragon is quite difficult to deal with. You two. If it weren't for you killing him, perhaps many rangers of the Farstriders would still be risking their lives hunting his trail in Hillsbrad. Alright, to apologize for my rudeness just now, I'll pay for your drinks."

"Too late." Gerred said, "I already paid just now! Why don't you pay for our lunch instead."

"No problem!"

The elf directly took out two gold coins from his bag and put them on the table. With two crisp sounds, Gerred's eyes were already fixed. The bitter melon face of Theron II on it was clearly visible.

"Okay, okay." The dwarf mumbled and sat down and said, "I won't care about that matter before."

Compared to Gerred's focus on eating, Jess is more concerned about these elves tracking the black dragon.

"Since you have been looking for black dragons, do you know why black dragons are so rampant recently?"

The elf looked at Jess and said, "It's very abnormal, right? Human, you think so too. Explaining this matter only with the end of the Battle of Alterac City is simply not convincing."

"We all know that these young dragons obey the leadership of adult black dragons, and adult black dragons are all subordinates of those oldest black dragons. Although their internal hierarchy is not so complicated, it is definitely serious. After the battle is over, it is impossible for them to wander around and waste time nearby for such a long time... If the appearance of a lone young dragon can be explained by chance, the appearance of so many young dragons must have an important reason. But currently the Farstriders haven't gathered all possible clues. In Lordaeron and Dalaran here..."

At this point, he shook his head and said, "Although I really don't want to admit it, the atmosphere of distrust has already spread within the Alliance of Lordaeron. As of today, elves and humans are no longer as compatible as they were during the war. As the leader, the Kingdom of Lordaeron is not willing to share key intelligence with the Farstriders. Most of the time we can only rely on ourselves. The large area from Hillsbrad to Tirisfal is now your human territory. The quel'dorei have become outsiders. Without the assistance of local rulers, our actions are extremely difficult."

"It wasn't very compatible during the war either." Gerred mumbled.

The elf glared at the dwarf and said, "Of course. Otherwise, Eversong Woods wouldn't have been burned into that state by red dragons."

"Who was the one who only knew how to talk and didn't send troops at the beginning?" Gerred leaned forward and said, "The army of the Horde had already reached Khaz Modan. You were still sightseeing in Hinterlands."

"Likewise, dwarf." The elf said coldly, "Stormwind City didn't fall overnight either. Did anyone see a single dwarf beard in Elwynn Forest? The help you gave to King Llane is probably not even as much as the lava in the Burning Steppes. At least the dark-skinned dwarves there made the orcs hesitate for a while and didn't dare to cross Redridge Mountains and directly attack Stormwind Keep from the northeast."

"You guys deserve it!" The dwarf cursed.

Jess helplessly tried to stop them and said, "You two..."

"I'll go order food!" Gerred slammed the table and stood up and said, "You two have a good chat."

Saying that, he limped and supported himself on the table and walked towards the bar. Looking back at his cane left behind, he angrily continued walking.