Chapter 198 – Trying Again

The Sages lived high up, and Jace followed Grid for a long time, turning several mazes of tall corridors, going deeper and deeper at one point, and then going outside at another, and always the constant was that he kept taking the stairs.

I do not know how long I have walked, suddenly appeared in front of the eyes of a kind of wide flat cliff head, Jace looked to the right, a huge eagle s eye all of a sudden obscured the field of vision …… Grider even led him to such a high place.

It was late in the day, the sun was becoming red and dark, and Jace looked out over the whole of the great forest of Sintland and felt a pang of loneliness in his heart. Looking to the west, it was no longer possible to see Dunhold from here, much less the Outlander Mountains, without realizing that he was already so far from home.

Grid walked over to a couple of stone doors over there and called out a few times, and an old, bearded dwarf stepped out.

He looked at Jace, then at Grider, and whispered something, and Grider handed him the hammer and said something else.

The two men whispered for a long time before Grid nodded and eventually walked over with the hammer.

“He’s got another wife just on the other side of the hill, let’s go give her back this hammer.”

“Aren’t you going to find a Sage and ask if you can become one yourself?” Jace asked.

“Have you never listened to me carefully in the past? I learned from them a long time ago, and wasn’t it completely useless?” Grider pushed him and said, “Come on, don’t embarrass me.”

Jace struggled to keep his pestle in place while saying, “If you’re completely untalented, why were you able to awaken lightning with this hammer? Have you forgotten about Southsea Town?”

“I told you so, Jace.” Grid grabbed Jace’s cloak and stared up into his eyes, “The Savage Hammer Knights’ war hammers are weapons that have been blessed by the Sages, and not every Griffin Knight can communicate with the elements and fill their weapons with elemental power! Only the most senior knights can! And I’m obviously a loser now, you know? That’s all I’m saying, I can’t do anything about it if you keep being stubborn!”

“All I can say for sure is that no Sage has blessed that weapon, the Thunder Fist.” A low voice came from behind him, it was the same Dwarven Sage from earlier, his common tongue, though characterized by a variety of Dwarven pronunciations, was clear enough for an outsider to hear.

“The owner of this weapon, Kaden Greyfeather, is an apprentice of Master Dugovan Sandmar, the Sage. He himself is able to communicate with thunder and energize his warhammer with their power, so there is no need for the Sage to specially bless his weapon, or he would not have been sent to assist the human patrols on the shores of Hillsbrad.”

Grid stared at first, then shook his head and said something in Dwarven, the Sage pointed to the sky and said something briefly while Grid tried to argue something again, this time the Sage only said the word once and stopped his chatter.

The word Jace understood was “fuck off”, he had heard it many times in Stormwind. Of course here it would never be “fuck off”, it would be something like “go try”.

Grid looked at the Sage and stared for a long moment, then looked at the hammer in his hand.

Jess said, “There’s no harm in trying.”

Grider pointed at Jace and said, “If it doesn’t work out and you make one joke at my expense, I’ll throw you out of here, and I mean it.”

“Could be.” Jess said.

Grid slowly lowered his hand and turned his head to look at the head of the cliff, and Jace locked eyes with the sage, who was so full of white hair and beard that it was impossible to see what expression was on his face now.

It was getting close to dark, and Grid slowly walked over to the edge of the cliff, carefully glanced down, and took a deep breath.

Then, picking up his head and looking to the sky, he raised his hammer and contemplated for half a minute before yelling, “Spirit of the wind and thunder …… sky, I hereby call, give me courage, strength!”

There was a long silence and nothing happened.

A little worried that he too had been struck by lightning, Jace tried to duck back, but the sky remained calm.

So it’s true that Grid has nothing in common with the elementals?

What’s going on in Southsea Town …… Is it hard to believe that the power of the last Griffin Knight, the same Kaden Greyfeather, is still lingering in the hammer, only to be activated again by Grider with residual power? And what was going on in Dalaran?

The night he defeated the Blood Demon, Jace vividly remembered the hammer Grid held in the rainy night flashing with electricity, and if Southsea Town’s was still a remnant, was Dalaran’s also a remnant?

Elemental weapons that last for two weeks, that’s too anticlimactic, isn’t it?

Grid kept his hammer held high, like he couldn’t give in any way, and without looking back, he held it that way, his arm slowly starting to show signs of trembling.

Jace glanced at the Sage, who was also looking at him, both eyes narrowed to slits, was he smiling, did Griddle make a mistake somewhere ……

It suddenly dawned on him.

“Why don’t you …… speak Dwarven!” Jace yelled.

Grid glanced back at Jace and growled along, “What Dwarven language, what do you know! It should be in a language the elements understand!”

“Yeah, I don’t get it, you do! Talking to the Elementals in Common, huh? It’s a good thing the Elementals didn’t cleave you to death.” Jace added.

“You shut up!” Grider blew out his mustache and pointed at Jace, “Now I’m going to do it again! You be quiet!”

Jace knew what the elemental language Grid was talking about, on another continent it was called Kalimdor by the Khadorans and Minotaurs, a mysterious and ancient language used by the elementals to communicate.

Grid took several deep breaths, raised his warhammer high once more, and shouted into the sky a more continuous, one might even say viscous pronunciation that was nothing like the dry Dwarven language.

Jace stared at the sky, seemingly quiet as usual, but the air seemed to distort around the war hammer in Grid’s hand ……

Suddenly a flash of lightning came down from the sky and slammed into the war hammer, the light exploded and whitened Jace’s eyes for a moment, he heard Grid yell and then felt a shockwave of wind slapping him in the front, he stumbled two steps and didn’t stand still and sat on his butt.

When I looked at things again in the past two seconds, I was surprised to see the warhammer dragging a string of electricity spinning up into the sky ……

Damn …… how did he get off at such a critical time?

But Jace did not dare to say anything, he knew what Grider least wanted others to mention …… However, as long as we can succeed in summoning the thunder and lightning, everything else is fine, and the hammer can be picked up again if it is lost.

However, Grid rushed to the edge of the cliff in two or three steps and stared at the warhammer that was about to descend.

Just when Jace thought he was going to be thwarted by another despair …… the dwarf actually held out his hand.

Only to see the war cone suddenly explode with a string of bright electrical energy, as if stepping on a chain of lightning, it killed back and was steadily grasped by Grid in his hand, only leaving behind a “Tie!” The only thing left behind was a “Bind!” sound like the clash of metal!

Jace had been completely stunned, a scene he had only seen in the movies …… Grid coughed a few times, the hammer in his hand still bursting with electricity, shining a flash in his face, and couldn’t help squinting.

Not to mention being so close, even Jace over here found the electricity in the dark twilight too solid and a bit too much to bear.

“I did it, Jace ……” Grider yelled as he grabbed his hammer and looked over, shaking it violently, “It’s true!”

“Am I strong?! Am I not strong?!”

“Griddle, is too …… strong! I’ve never seen it before!” Jace shouted excitedly as well, which was even more exciting than when he heard that Winressa had a way to be able to help cure Grid.

And he was sure Grid must be thinking the same thing, as he gripped the warhammer, which was flashing with electricity, and let out a string of strange noises of hemming and hawing, with snot bubbles coming out of his nose, so that he couldn’t tell if he was laughing or crying.

He was far from this …… when he was told he could come to Quel’danny to find the botanist, perhaps he still inwardly disliked the idea of letting an elf help solve a problem.

Looking again to where the sage had been before, he had gone back to the house long ago at some point, and the old man seemed to know what was going to happen here as if he had known what was going to happen here all along.