Chapter 155: Choosing the Wrong Opponent

"Since he has never told anyone, how do you, an outsider, know?" Gerred asked in return.

Jess said, "Just think of it as the wealthy person's brother traveling through time and space to warn him, but without letting him find out that he has two identical brothers."

"Amazing." Gerred said. "Since he has the terrifying magic of traveling through time and space, he can easily kill that thief. For example, travel back in time and kick him to death when he was still a child. Why bother warning the rich person?"

"The thief has friends to help. He is very powerful and cannot be killed by a time traveler." Jess patched up the setting again.

"If he has such powerful friends who can resist time travelers, why go and steal a treasure guarded by someone who has little resistance?" Gerred asked in return.

"You..."

Jess was just about to open his mouth to continue patching up to deal with this contrarian, but this last sentence of Gerred suddenly pointed out a place that he hadn't carefully considered before.

—Why does Neltharion help Teron Gorefiend?

In Jess's memory, during Teron Gorefiend's theft of the Eye of Dalaran, there was no decent battle. Teron Gorefiend is certainly a very powerful death knight, but he is not powerful enough to enter and exit the treasury of the Kirin Tor as if there is no one there.

In the end, he was able to do this only because behind him were not only the young dragons of the Black Dragonflight, but also Neltharion himself.

Neltharion doesn't need the Eye of Dalaran. No, with his unmatched power inherited from the Pantheon and the Old Gods, he doesn't care much about the magic of these sacred artifacts.

He helps Gorefiend complete this series of difficult actions only to let his death knight legion help smuggle as many black dragons as possible to Draenor without attracting the attention of others, mainly the other dragonflights.

Further, he also hopes that Gorefiend can lead the Horde to help him build a greater and brand new Blackwing Lair in Draenor.

At this time, the army of the Alliance is probably already gathering at Nethergarde Keep and is about to launch an attack on the Dark Portal. Maybe the battle has already begun. There is not much time left for Neltharion.

So Neltharion is so actively helping Gorefiend carry out various looting actions. He would rather let his noble offspring be ridden by orcs and those death knights. He would rather take the risk of exposing his whereabouts and being noticed by other dragon aspects and personally suppress the defensive forces of Dalaran. Jess realizes that what he is trying to stop now is one of the most terrifying existences on Azeroth. And he has already paid too much to complete his plan. Now it is at the critical moment.

If he comes up with some way and successfully makes the Kirin Tor hunker down and defend the treasury and block Gorefiend, what new tricks will Neltharion come up with in desperation to make him succeed?

Will he personally start demolishing?

The more he thinks about it, the more terrifying it becomes. Helping to kill a baby dragon really made him arrogant. He actually dares to plot against the father of black dragons in this small tavern.

"Where did this question come from?" Gerred asked.

"Just read a novel." Jess made an excuse. "I'm curious about how that thief will steal in the end."

"Really have leisure time." Gerred said. "Anyway, after talking with Mingwing, I have no desire to play anymore."

After having a meal and parting with Gerred, and returning to the rented house, Du Shang hadn't finished his lunch yet.

When he saw Jess step through the door, he said, "I saw the message you left. Since you have a friend accompany you to go out, I have nothing to worry about. But you haven't fully recovered yet. Pay more attention to your body when you go out. The medicine I bought for you has been placed in your room. You can see it as soon as you go up."

"I understand, teacher." Jess nodded.

He was just about to tell Du Shang about the sacred artifact mentioned in that order, but suddenly remembered the matter about Neltharion and swallowed his words back. Not to mention that Jess couldn't directly mention the Eye of Dalaran. Even if he told this matter to Carol Du Shang, what more could he do than himself?

Even, Du Shang definitely doesn't know as much about this matter as himself. If he tells him and lets him rashly go to Dalaran and expose it, he might end up harming him instead.

If he has to do something, he should do it himself.

"What's wrong? Jess Sesoth. You seem uncomfortable." Du Shang asked.

"No." Jess said. "I'm just thinking about going home, teacher."

"Where is your home?"

"It's in the royal city."

"That's very close. Going to the dock and finding a boat can get you there in one day. There are many boats going between Dalaran and the royal city of Lordaeron every day."

"I plan to go tomorrow."

"Isn't this too hasty?" Du Shang said. "At that time, the mages who treated you reminded me that if your condition changes, let me go find them. I haven't had time to go yet, but now your condition can definitely be considered a major change."

"I want to spend a few more days with my parents. Maybe it will be good for my recovery." Jess said.

"That makes sense." Du Shang said. "In short, don't go to the wild. Take a boat directly from here to the port of Lordaeron. There are many people along the way. I believe that if you are really unlucky and have a problem in the royal city, someone will help you immediately. Go up and drink the medicine first to relieve your headache."

Jess was just about to go up the stairs when he said again, "Teacher, I have an orc letter here. But my vocabulary is not enough, so it's very difficult to translate it completely. Is it possible that when communicating in Orcish, could you please help show it and let language learners from all over translate it together?"

Du Shang said, "You hold it and show it yourself. I will go and discuss the time with the person in charge of the exchange meeting in a few days. At that time, your time will be arranged. I won't steal your limelight for this kind of thing. Letters are very important language materials. There must be some very interesting content. Maybe it's related to the transfer of the Horde army at that time. At that time, you can even share the process of getting this letter. I think it will also be an interesting story, right?"

"Indeed." Jess forced a smile and said, "Then I'll go upstairs and rest, teacher."

"Go."

Du Shang stuffed a piece of bread into his mouth and continued reading. Jess glanced at him again and walked up the stairs step by step.

This is the most natural way he can think of to tell the entire Kirin Tor.

He himself came to Dalaran in the name of Orcish language exchange. At the Orcish language exchange meeting, he directly discloses the content of this order. Then polish up the adventure of obtaining this order. At most, give some more vague hints.

This is very natural and logical and will not arouse any suspicion from any aspect.

He hopes that after he publishes this letter, those Kirin Tor mages who know the situation can associate the disappearance of Medivh's book with another important artifact, the safety of their Eye of Dalaran.

If they still don't understand and don't intend to be more vigilant and strengthen protective measures, then simply don't protect it anymore. Let it be whatever it is. Anyway, Jess can't control it.

Sitting on the bed, looking at the medicine that Du Shang placed here, a small tube of light purple liquid medicine and a bottle as transparent as water.

He didn't recognize any of them, but he drank them all one by one. The tastes of both are good. They are about twenty times better than the Shadow Protection Potion he brewed himself.

After drinking it, he stared at the sky outside and remembered what Marin said.

Don't always take on responsibilities randomly. Improving yourself is the most important.

Yes, things like fighting Neltharion still need the Kirin Tor. For now, it has nothing to do with himself, a small apprentice of the Wizard's Sanctum.

Lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling, a wave of tiredness hit. This time he didn't resist anymore and obediently closed his eyes.