Chapter 149: Dear Mr. Sesso

Dushan scurried out the door with his own vestments off the hanger, and Jace sat frozen on the stairs for a moment, mouthing, “Dragonslayer ……”

Even though Jace knew it was his best buddy, it would be a lie to say that he hadn’t lost any of it.

But he couldn’t tell anyone what he had actually done to the dragon, making everyone think that Grid had given the black dragon the critical blow, so that he could hide the truth and protect himself instead.

As long as you killed the dragon, helped those townspeople in Southsea, avenged those who were injured and victimized, and saved Griddle, so much for the false reputation of being a dragonslayer hero or something like that.

But it’s more than a little self-congratulatory to think so.

Jace scratched his hair, feeling his head hurt a little more.

Going upstairs and returning to his room, remembering the scene when he confronted that black dragon, he even wondered a little if he had hallucinated casting out magic as a result of wanting to finish off that dragon with his own hands too much.

That is to say, lying and deceiving even yourself to believe it.

That is, he didn’t cast any life-sucking at all, and it was all just a nightmare he had after passing out after being hit by the Black Dragon’s dark magic, due to the effects of the Shadow energy?

How could one be sure of what had really happened at that moment? If only Sarno was still there, he must have witnessed the whole thing.

As a result, now that little brat still doesn’t know where he ran off to, probably because when he was brought to Dalaran he committed suicide by jumping off a buzzard or something because he was too afraid of the arcane power of this magical city.

“Did master just call me?”

Saeano suddenly appeared in his ribs, startling Jace’s entire body and immediately clutched him in a single pull and ran up the stairs back to the door of his room.

“Why did you jump out of nowhere, why didn’t you just come out?”

He glanced downstairs to make sure there was no one else left in the house but himself and the Kid, before settling down.

But this is Dalaran ……

Jace glanced out the window, from two dry years ago Dalaran had been an anti-demon headquarters, it wouldn’t surprise Jace if Saeuno suddenly appeared on the streets and a couple of Ordnance Driven Float Cannons popped out of the sky to spot him.

“Because there was someone in the house just now na, master, if there was someone in the house I would never have risked my head, that’s the order you gave me!”

“Thoroughly executed, offer a verbal commendation.” Jess said, “Now let me ask you a question.”

The Kid jumped up and down, straightening his back and saying, “Go ahead, Master!”

“While dealing with that black dragon, did you feel what was going on outside. Let me get this straight, did you feel my spell casting?”

“Of course I felt it.” Saeuno said with certainty, “Master killed the black dragon with life sucking, but of course he would have gotten his ass kicked, otherwise you’d be dead …… You’re not going to get mad at me for being honest, are you?”

“No.”

Not only was Jace not in any way offended, but even that little bit of not-so-convincing mind fell away a little.

It’s not certain how the whole thing would have played out without that hammering by Grider.

He had been within the range of the black dragon’s attack, and might have been burned to a black charcoal if he hadn’t been careful.

Grid was undoubtedly a true dragonslayer, and he didn’t look like much of a hero when he faced that dragon with his hands full.

“We are now in Dalaran, which is inhabited by some of the most powerful mages of mankind, and those mages hate demons.” Jace looked at Sëanor and said, “So you need to go hide in that bag for a while for your own little life.”

“Understood!” The little ghost said and leapt back in.

Jace was about to seal the bag shut when he saw the letter he had brought here intending to have to find an orcish-speaking nobleman to sell it to, a secret order from Talon Blood Demon.

Associated with the Otterland Valley raid launched by Talon Blood Demon, and the Orc Crisis …… that rippled throughout the mountain range afterward also included the issue of the Black Dragon rampage. This matter of the black dragon, he had always felt that something was not right.

That black dragon flew to the South Sea Town and didn’t seem to want to directly destroy anything, his attack targets were very random, almost burning wherever he flew.

And the Black Dragons of Azeroth are not solitary, wild monsters with a dragon life quest to eat people, eat beasts, loot treasure, and grow as big as possible.

The ancient black dragons of Azeroth, including Deathwing and his original generation of children rule over the Blackwing Legion, and all dragons, whether adults, youths or hatchlings, or even fledglings, are at the mercy of these ancient leaders.

A young dragon who dared to risk his life to attack an important stronghold like Nanhai Town and ended up giving his life away could never be a random act or a vent of personal anger.

Together with what Dushan had just mentioned, there was more than just one South Sea Town that had encountered the Black Dragon’s attack.

What the hell are they trying to do?

Why are these young dragons going around causing trouble, is it to distract Dalaran’s forces, turn the tiger away from the mountain, and then focus on a surprise attack on Dalaran?

No way.

Deathwing, while he did attack Dalaran later, did so to create a fake death that blinded the entire world to pave the way for his next plan.

And that fake death was quite a failure, as the Red Dragon Mage Crassus noticed the difference.

To create a magnificent fake death, do you need to make all these formations first and put down some operations that waste your life? He should have met Dalaran at the time of his tightest defense and made everyone believe that the death of the Black Dragon’s father was the result of the entire Magic Kingdom’s joint and desperate efforts.

Slowly, cold sweat oozed down the back of Jace’s neck.

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

This time, he discovered something he hadn’t even noticed the first time he translated because he was new to the orcish runes and his level of proficiency was limited – the tense problem!

The verb collect written by Talon Blood Demon to collect the three artifacts is not in the perfect tense, but in the future tense.

What the letter was trying to convey was that the three artifacts were about to be collected, and that his man, the suspected Death Knight named Angol, should pass through the Dark Gate as soon as possible, and rush to the Horde to welcome the new chieftain into office.

The point is that it is about to be, not that it has been collected!

So which artifact hasn’t been gotten yet?

The raid on the city of Outlander is over, and this is exactly what Talon Bloodmagic promised the Pyrrhonid royal family in exchange for the Book of Medivine, which he must have taken control of by now.

The order reads that Gul’dan is dead, and the Horde has elected a new leader, Neojo.

Gul’dan had traveled to the legendary Tomb of Sargeras after the Horde’s defeat in an attempt to devour the evil power left behind by the Dark Titan on Azeroth, and as a result unleashed the countless demons buried therein to be revolted and die. It was only after the Black-Toothed Caracal Clan orcs who followed Gul’dan escaped from the sea and brought back news of Gul’dan’s death and the appearance of the Scepter of Sargeras that Neojo planned to send Talon Blood Demon and the Death Knights to the Tomb of Sargeras with the intention of snatching the Scepter from the hands of the demons.

So in the moment, has the Scepter of Sargeras been obtained?

When the tense shifted, everything became uncertain.

As for the third artifact, …… the Eye of Dalaran, which is kept in the treasury of Kenrito, the letter makes no mention of it from beginning to end.

It was the only artifact ever looted by Talon Bloodmage himself, who, sometime between the 7th and 8th year after the Dark Gate, hid himself and sneaked into Dalaran, relying on his men to distract the mages and enter Dalaran’s treasure trove to take the treasure.

The only reason why Talon was able to enter and exit Dalaran without any problems was because of the help of the heirs of Deathwing, also known as the Black Dragons!

Could it be that these rampaging black dragons in Hillsbrad are the same ones that were ready to distract the mage in any way they could in order to get Talon into Dalaran without too much hindrance?

Originally, this translation error didn’t have any effect on Jace personally at all, after all, he was in Stormwind City at that time even if the translation was accurate, the whole thing had nothing to do with him at all.

But now it was not quite the same, he was already in the city of Dalaran, so if Talon Blood Demon was planning to infiltrate here, wouldn’t he himself be in some danger? Of course, this was nothing more than a guess on his part with this order, and if he wanted to be sure, he would need to know if the Eye of Dalaran was still in the city.

“Master Carlo Duchamp! Here I go again, you know what I want to ask …… Ah? Maestro? Don’t you ever leave the house without closing the door? Is there anyone in the house?”

Suddenly hearing Grid’s voice, Jace’s heart twitched, and all those nagging thoughts about losing the name “Dragonslayer” just now disappeared.

He stepped out of the room just as he ran into the dwarf who was trying to catch up.

As soon as the two men met, the dwarf immediately nursed down his cane and rushed up to pounce on Jace, pinning him to the floor in one fell swoop.

“You ass ……” he said as he pressed down on Jace’s neck and shook it frantically, “Gonna fucking scare the shit out of me!”

“Let …… go,” Jace said as he grabbed the dwarf’s stone-like wrist and squeezed two words out of his throat suck that was on the verge of being crushed, “Let go!”

As soon as Jace gave him a shove, Grid stumbled backward a few steps grabbing the railing for a moment to rest before saying, “You’ve recovered really well, Jace, and with a lot more strength than you had before!”

When he said that, Jace also felt as if something wasn’t quite right, but he said, “You’re about to choke me out, and damn, I’m really fighting for my little life.”

When he finished he sat back and leaned against the wall before he saw that Grid’s arms were heavily bandaged.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“What else could happen, I knocked a dragon on the head, you can’t expect me to lose a single hair, can you?” Grid picked up his crutches and leaned against the stair railing and said, “But it’s all minor and I’ll recover quickly. I fell and got my leg crushed, an injury like that we dwarves only need a couple weeks of rest to fully recover from, and it’s all healed up a bit now.”

“Are you sure?” Jess asked, “Two weeks to recover, broken bones?”

“Of course, but the priests in Southsea Town have helped heal a lot so I’m not crippled.” Grid added, “Further crippled.”

Jace glanced at Grid’s eyepatch and said, “As long as you can make a full recovery, I’ll take care of you in the meantime.”

“You take care of yourself first.” Grid smiled and said, “Yesterday I thought you were going to just lie there for the rest of your life, I was thinking of asking for your parents’ address and then sending you there, but now I don’t know anything except that your father is in Seso.”

“We’re the only ones named Sesso in Lordaeron, but there are a few more in Briar.” Jace says, “Thanks for having the heart though, Dragon Slayer!”

“Killing a young dragon counts as a dragon slayer then.” Grid said, “Then this dragon slayer is nothing to sneeze at, three young dragons have been wiped out in the last two days alone, but south of the Ottoman Mountains, it was just the one we ran into. All in all, it feels like the output has been less than a dozen dragon slayers, and you must be counted as one of them, Jace, except that you were unconscious when they cut off the dragon’s head to celebrate, and no one is denying your contribution just because you weren’t there.”

“What do I have to contribute?” Jess asked.

Grid glanced downstairs, then squinted at Jace and whispered, “I know what you did, Jace. I was awake at the time, I just couldn’t move, but I heard the whole thing. You killed that dragon with black magic, didn’t you?”

“Sort of …… sort of.” Jace nodded.

“What do you mean sort of.” Grid lowered his head and came closer, “I watched that dragon look like it was wilting under your magic, the scales all over its body started to lose their color, do you think I haven’t seen this kind of magic before? Don’t forget I’m a warrior who fought in the orc wars, I’ve heard of those orc warlocks having horrific magic capable of extracting the life of their enemies, I’ve guessed correctly.”

“I also used it because I was in a hurry to save you.” Jace said, “You’re not going to tell those Southsea Town soldiers about this directly, are you?”

“Am I stupid?” Grid said, “I said I saw you use arcane magic to attract that black dragon’s attention before giving those soldiers the chance to stab him to death. As for arcane magic, I’m just a stupid and reckless Brute Hammer Dwarf, so I definitely don’t know anything about it. If you don’t want to reveal yourself, you’d better hurry up and learn a similar spell, I’ve heard there’s some kind of deceleration spell or something like that……. By the way, just say that you blinded him with the light spell.”

Jace breathed a deep sigh of relief and said, “Thanks, Grid.”

“You’re welcome, dear Mr. Sesso.” Grid replied in a contrived tone, imitating a Lordaeron accent. “Speaking of which, you’re on the verge of being one of the most evil warlocks I’ve ever seen, based on the magic used alone.”

Jace glanced at the warlock’s bag he had placed at his fingertips and thought to himself that he would have to open this bag to show you what was inside and immediately remove the “one”.

Grid tapped on the railing and said, “What do you say, evil warlock, let’s go out for a drink! Dalaran may be a girly town, but the booze is great, and those elves who have nothing better to do with their time all day make some really great stuff!”

Jace was about to say that he hadn’t recovered from the burns on his arm, but on second thought fuck him.

“Go! Wait for me to leave a note for the teacher.”