Chapter 159: Lordamere.

Probably because he had slept too much in the past few days, Jess didn't sleep very well that night. He went to bed around 1 am and woke up again at more than 4 am.

It may also be because today is the day to go home and see his parents.

He knew he couldn't fall asleep anymore, so he simply got up. Dushan was still sound asleep. He wrote a note and left with his luggage.

Jess is not yet familiar with the port of Dalaran. It might be a good idea to go there in advance and take a look.

Of course, the port of Dalaran is not as busy as that of Stormwind before. It is not as big as Stormwind either. Compared with the port of Southshore, it is far worse. It gives people the feeling of being like a small pier for park cruise ships, with only one embankment and a few small piers.

And in the early morning before dawn, it feels like there are more ships than people.

Of course, this so-called port is just a lakeshore dock, and the ships are basically bound for the king's city.

The other is to the Sun Sail Harbor of Quel'Thalas. But several golden elven ships are parked in a very remote and secluded position. It is not difficult to guess that only elves are allowed to board.

Next to the pier stand two Quel'Thalas soldiers holding long shields and silver knives and wearing white cloaks. They are constantly gazing at the pedestrians here.

The port from here to the king's city of Lordaeron only charges two or three silver coins, and there are quite a few choices, some fast and some slow. Jess just took a ship that departs soonest and is as fast as possible. After all, it takes the whole day to travel by water. If he doesn't leave now, the slow ship will spend the night at Fenris Village in the center of the lake and depart the next day, which is too much of a waste of time.

In short, Lake Lordamere is an extremely large lake.

Thinking of that human cannon last night, one can't help but feel a chill.

The small boat sails on Lake Lordamere. The calm surface of the lake makes people feel much more comfortable. The passengers on board are either reading books or playing cards, making people unable to resist the urge to take a nap.

But he is about to arrive home soon. How could Jess fall asleep.

He looked at the hazy pine forests on the shore, the faintly visible red eaves, and the snow-capped mountains in the distance that cast reflections on the lake. These were all the most familiar scenes from his childhood and had never changed.

Even the crazy fish of Lordamere that occasionally pass by the boat, waiting for someone to throw down food or throw themselves down, are exactly the same.

On the islands in the center of the lake, a huge castle faces the Violet Castle of Dalaran across the shore. That is the largest military fortress of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, Fenris Castle.

When the ship passes by the walls of the castle, the four swords flag of Lordaeron flutters in the lake wind.

At this time, the emblem on this flag is still black or blue, not red. It represents a prosperous and powerful kingdom that is also feared, not a group of fanatical lunatics attempting to restore their homeland. Under the flag, soldiers wearing nasal helmets look at the passing ships and raise their hands to signal from time to time, and the helmsmen of the ships also take off their hats in response.

This huge wall was once the nightmare of many children growing up in Tirisfal. Standing on the high wall of the king's city and looking over here, the wall of this castle is like a black shadow covering half of Lake Lordamere, especially in autumn and winter.

At night, parents would say that if you are not obedient, there will be werewolves running out of that castle and coming to your house at night to eat you.

At that time, Jess was really tired of hearing it, so he would say that those werewolves would have to swim dozens of miles first. Probably they would be exhausted when they reach the shore. Then he would be beaten severely.

Recalling that time, he couldn't help but smile.

Once passing Fenris Castle, it won't be long before one can see the city walls of the king's city that stretch for several miles.

This ancient city wall with a history of several hundred years is built on a high cliff near the water. It stands alone with only the sky as the background. Once approaching, it feels as if it is about to collapse at any time. No matter when one sees it, one can't help but gasp.

When the ship arrived at the port of the king's city, it was already past 8 pm. He didn't expect to dock so late. After all, in the afternoon, he felt that he had already seen the shadow of the city wall.

Jess sat on a step on the embankment, looking at the gate of Lordaeron in the distance, thinking about whether to sleep at the port for one night and go home tomorrow morning.

Just as he was thinking, he saw a group of Lordaeron soldiers preparing to change shifts talking about the events of the day not far away. Under the burning torch beside them, a middle-aged guard with sweaty brown hair was sitting there, peeling a golden-skinned apple by the firelight.

Jess stood up and walked over and said, "Hey, sir, I just arrived here. How can I get to the Old Craftsman District?"

"Ask someone else. I don't know." The guard replied without looking back.

"You don't even know where your own home is?" Jess asked.

The guard cut off a piece of apple flesh, raised his head and glanced, and asked忍住 his anger, "Who are you?"

Jess didn't say anything and just looked at him.

The two of them stared at each other for a few seconds before the guard glared and said, "Why did you suddenly come back?"

He stood up and punched Jess on the shoulder and said, "Jess, you brat. I can hardly recognize you anymore!"

The man lowered his head and stuffed the remaining half of the apple into Jess's hand, who was grimacing in pain, and said, "Hurry up and eat this apple. Have you had a meal?"

"Not yet... I've been on the boat all day. Why are you so strong? Do you want to beat your own son to death?"

"Aren't you fine? Did you come from Dalaran?"

"Yes... yes."

The man grabbed Jess's hand and asked, "This ring is a mage's ring. Are you a mage now? No wonder you can't take a hit. But didn't you go to Stormwind?"

"Yes. This is a mage's ring from Stormwind."

"You're so strange. Didn't you go to make money? How did you become a mage?"

"I didn't make any money..."

"You idiot. If you can't make money, just come home. Are you starving yourself outside?"

"It's okay, Dad. At least I can earn a little bit and won't starve to death."

"It can be seen. This clothes of yours looks quite valuable. Is it a spider silk robe?"

"You can see that?"

"I'm not blind. Stop talking nonsense. Hurry up and follow me home to find your mom. Your mom will definitely be overjoyed."

Jess's father picked up his helmet from where he was sitting and said to a group of guards nearby, "My son is back. I want to go back early! Help me tell that kid Fatis."

"Captain Vic's son is back?"

"Why is he so much taller than before?"

"You must have seen him five or six years ago, right?"

"That's true... The war is over."

Jess stood behind and watched his father chat with a group of new and old guards for a while. He changed his clothes and took a piece of smoked dried meat and stuffed it into his hand.

"You eat this first. When we get back, Henny will definitely make something delicious for you."

"Is it sausage?"

"There's sausage too!"