Chapter 151 – Dragons have parents too

“You’re not dead here either?” Grid pointed at him, “Say! Were you trying to lure us to the south mill and have that warlock sneak up on us?!”

“How can that be.” The elf frowned with a skeptical look and asked, “I did kill him, could it be that he jumped back up while you were there? That’s probably because I don’t know enough about orc anatomy, maybe their hearts grow in their crotches.”

After saying that the elf laughed lowly twice, Grid banged the table and said, “Seriously! That warlock was not killed by you at all, it was killed by that Seatwolf, that place is that warlock’s hideout, if that Seatwolf didn’t kill him, it’s unlikely that he put as many traps waiting for us to die, honestly!”

Hearing Grid say that, it occurred to Jace that there really didn’t seem to be anything definitive about that body that would indicate it was killed by an elf.

But isn’t it also a bit simplistic and crude to just say it wasn’t the elves who did it ……

It was just that he really couldn’t say anything to give the elf a helping hand, so he’d just have to see if Grid had some other reason.

“That guy did put something to protect himself.” The elf’s blue eyes darkened slightly as he picked up his teacup and took a sip, saying softly, “But as an elite member of the Farseer Force, those gadgets aren’t hard enough to defeat me, and his methods are really quite crude compared to the forest trolls.”

“So you still got hit with that trap, farrier?” Jace asked. At the sound of this the elf choked and coughed twice.

“That falls under the category of special accidents under special circumstances.”

He looked at Grid again and said, “First of all, seat wolves are creatures from that world of the orcs, and all the seat wolves that came here from the Dark Gate were all trained mounts of the tribe, no wild ones existed. Those seat wolves can even become warriors to help other orcs in battle after losing their masters, you can imagine the relationship between seat wolves and orcs, similar to your relationship with griffins perhaps.”

“Don’t insult the griffin.” The dwarf sneered.

“Just an analogy to help understand.” The elf continued, “Every orc warlock is a high ranking officer and advisor in the tribe, and that warlock I would imagine is no different, with all the specs of what he wears in his outer robes and whatnot. I’ve fought with orc armies after all, and I know a bit about it. Mixing those two things together, what do you think the chances are of a Seatwolf attacking that high ranking master in turn?”

Grider seemed about to say something, but swallowed his words.

He slumped over the table with his arms wrapped around him, tapping his fingers on the tabletop a few times as if he wanted to find some more reason to get back in the game, but couldn’t think of anything suitable all of a sudden.

The corners of the elf’s mouth rose slightly as he asked, “It’s not possible that you’ve been thinking about coming to trouble me and thinking about this for the past two or three months, and you haven’t even considered this simple contradiction, have you?”

“What?” Greed said unhappily, “What’s wrong with me being skeptical?”

Before Jace could say anything, the dwarf suddenly turned his head and said, “Say something, you usually have so many big words, but now you’re mute? Which side are you on?”

Jace looked at the two and hastily told the elf, “Yeah, ah, so what, we really didn’t find any arrows or anything like that, just saw a grimacing seatwolf waiting for us there.”

The elf says, “Even if that orc was a warlock, his cheap life wouldn’t even be worth one of the arrows I used. How could I have just stayed there if it wasn’t damaged? As for the Seat Wolf, anyone who is hungry has to eat, even the corpse of the master is nothing special, just a fat mess. There’s no need to be loyal to a dead man, don’t you think so?”

Hearing this Grider completely lost his temper, he took his cane as if he was about to walk away.

The elf’s arcane shimmering magical eyes swept his crutches and asked, “What’s going on, were you two crippled by that seatwolf and that’s why you hate it so much? This one wrapped around his arm, that one wrapped around his leg.”

“And you know it’s been two months.” Jess said, “It’s a wound from somewhere else.”

“Slow down.” The elf said, “I’ve heard that Mavrar was killed by a one-eyed brute hammer dwarf and a Stormwind mage under the age of twenty, it couldn’t have been you two, could it?”

“What’s a muffler?” Jace asked.

The elf laos his long eyebrows and smiled, “It’s a dragon, I’m sorry, I was overthinking it, but that’s a bit too much of a coincidence.”

“The black dragon that died in Southsea Town?” Grider asked aloud, “That fool who dared to go over my head looking for death had a fucking name?”

Jace looked over at him and said, “It’s normal to have a name, Grid, that dragon is that big and his mom and dad don’t give it a name? It’s not like it’s one of those swarms of fledglings that just broke out of a dragon’s egg or something.”

“What, dragons have names from their parents, that’s even more outrageous than him having a name!” Grid turned his head to Jace again.

“I’m guessing …… too,” Jess said.

Looking across the table again, the elf had frozen.

“So it’s you guys.” He murmured, “The Farwalkers have been tracking Mavraal for a long time, and lost him in the Silver Pine Forest, I didn’t expect him to reappear having run to South Sea Town. Although I wasn’t directly involved in the action in Silver Pine Forest, I know that dragon is quite difficult to deal with, two of you, if you hadn’t killed him, there might have been quite a few other Farwalker’s rangers who risked their lives to hunt for him in the area of Hillsbrad. Tell you what, and apologizing for my rudeness earlier, I’ll pay for your drinks.”

“Late.” Grider said, “I paid for it just now! Why don’t you cover the noon meal for both of us.”

“No problem!”

The elf pulled two gold coins straight out of his bag and placed them on the table, clearing two Grid’s eyes had gone straight, the bitter face of Terrenus II clearly visible above.

“Can can.” The dwarf muttered and sat down, “I’ll let that incident from before slide.”

Jace was more concerned about these elves tracking the black dragon than Grid was concerned about eating.

“Since you’ve been looking for black dragons, do you know why they’ve been hunting so much lately?”

The elf looks at Jace and says, “It’s very wrong, isn’t it? Humans, you feel the same way, and explaining this only by the tail end of the battle for the city of Otterland is not at all convincing.”

“We all know that these young dragons follow the leadership of the adult black dragons, and the adult black dragons are all the subordinates of those oldest black dragons, their internal hierarchy is not how complicated, but it is definitely serious, and it is impossible for them to be wandering around wasting time for such a long time after the battle is over……. If there is A lone walking young dragon appearing can still be explained by chance, there must be an important reason for the appearance of so many young dragons. It’s just that the Farseer hasn’t brought together all the possible clues on the side of Lordaeron and Dalaran at the moment ……”

With that said, he shook his head and said, “As much as I hate to admit it, an air of distrust has permeated within the Lordaeron Alliance. To this day, Elves and Humans no longer fit as well as they did during the war, and with the Kingdom of Lordaeron as the leader not being happy to share key information with the Farseers, we are left to our own devices for the most part. A large area of Hillsbrad all the way to Tirisfal is now your human territory, Quel’dorei has become an outsider, and without the assistance of the local rulers, we are struggling to operate.”

“It didn’t really fit during the war either.” Grid muttered.

The elf glared at the dwarf and said, “Of course, or the Forest of Winged Song wouldn’t have been burned that way by the Red Dragon.”

“Who was the one who only moved his mouth at the very beginning and didn’t know to send an army?” Grid poked his head up and said, “The Horde’s armies are all the way to Carchomedan and you guys are still swimming in Cintron.”

“Likewise to each other, Dwarf.” The elf said coldly, “Storm City wasn’t overthrown overnight, did anyone see half a dwarf beard in the Aelwyn Forest? The help you have given to King Lane is afraid that it is not as much as the lava of the Burning Plains, at the very least the black-skinned Dwarves there have made the Orcs scrupulous for a while, not daring to go over from the Red Ridge Mountains to sneak in a direct attack on the Stormwind Fortress from the northeast.”

“You guys fucking deserve it!” The dwarf cursed.

Jess feebly blocked, “Both of you ……”

“I’ll order food!” Grider thumped the table and stood up, “You guys have fun talking.”

With that he limped off towards the bar, holding onto the table, glancing back at his crutches where he’d left them, and huffing and puffing as he continued on his way.