Chapter 224 – Strange Coin

Jace looked at the body that was lying on the ground that tried to come for the staff and said, “Let’s move faster, don’t wait to invite the jackals here, I heard them talking earlier as if they just had a conflict with the jackals, I think there should be quite a lot of jackals around here.”

“OK.” Grid said, “Then I’ll go over the ones on the far side.”

Jace rummaged through this most recent one, nothing in his pockets.

Looking at the sword he left behind, he felt that if he were to sell it, it would only sell for two or three silver coins, but it’s too hard to bring back a weapon or something, and carrying it on his back all the time would turn into a burden, at most, he could bundle it up and find a place to bury it, so that the jackals wouldn’t be able to find it.

He picked up a sword that looked to be in pretty good condition and hung it on his belt, and went back to the male who had sneaked up on him.

Turning him over and lifting his armor, Jace suddenly saw a coin imprint in his shirt on his chest.

Touching it over and taking it out, it was a not very round coin.

But the coin was made of a material with a pattern he’d never seen before, not the beastly totem of a troll or the head of any king he knew, but what looked like the head of a savage monster.

I don’t know if it’s war-related, but the wear and tear on it is so exaggerated that this head can’t be seen very well… is this some kind of Loa god that trolls worship?

He put it in his bag first, and then looked towards the charred, bald body of the guy, which was already all stuck together. Jace tried to rummage through his pasted together clothes to find something useful, and after a while he was getting overwhelmed by the charred stench he was giving off, so he simply gave up.

At that moment, Griddle returned as well.

“Almost thirty or so silver coins, no gold, Jace, unfortunately that crossbow is burnt out and unusable. But here’s something else you’ll like.”

With that, he handed over a bottle of Primary Mana Potion.

“There were supposed to be three bottles, two broke.” Grid said, “This stuff isn’t cheap as I recall, is it?”

“Indeed.” Jace took over, “Which means that the one with the crossbow is indeed a mage!”

“I guess so.” Grider said, “He has another booklet, but it’s basically burned out, so he should be a half-wit like you.”

Jace coughed unhappily and said, “Unfortunately, didn’t see what magic he could do.”

Grid says, “He doesn’t trust his own magic, he’d rather shoot a crossbow than put up some kind of fireball or something.”

Jace said, “Maybe he just knows a light spell to shine a light on these guys when they go out to pee at night, how good do you think a mage following a team of that level could be?”

“You talk about people too badly.” Grid shook his head and said, “What about you, what did you find?”

Jess handed over the strange coin and said, “You see what kind of coin this is?”

“Isn’t this orc gold?” Grid said.

“Gold coins?” Jace glanced at the money, which did feel a bit more golden in color than the usual silver coins when Grid put it that way, but it wasn’t the same as real gold coins either.

Grid said, “Look at this castle up here and this orc head, this is orc money, and we can sell it when we get back.”

“This is an orc head?” Jace pointed to this horn on top and asked, “Have you ever seen an orc head with a horn?”

Grid said, “Maybe there are orcs with horns, anyway, they all say that this pattern of money is called orc gold coins, which they brought over from the Dark Gate side, and someone over in the Dwarf District was collecting these before, for about a dozen silver coins a piece.”

Jace took another look at this so-called gold coin, and in connection with Grid’s words, a possibility suddenly occurred to him.

Is this ogre money?

Ogres once built a very powerful empire in Draenor, Goliath, when orcs were just a bunch of slaves in the empire.

And this head with horns is most likely the ogre head of that Imperial Führer.

Because the matter of ogres printing their own heads onto coins was too outrageous in Azeroth, Jace had just ignored this possibility, but if it was those two-headed ogre wise men who ruled over the Goliath Empire, it would be entirely possible. The material of this money was also more likely to be some kind of Draenor precious metal, such as fine gold, cyanide gold, or something like that.

“So this group was paid off by the orcs?” Jace asked.

“Maybe, but it’s hard to say.” Grid said, “What if it’s just some kind of lucky gold coin or something?”

Jace nodded and slipped the silver coins to Grid to put in his pouch for safekeeping, and the two men piled up the rest of the weapons and found an inconspicuous place to bury them, and walked a little farther toward the south, resting their feet at the bottom of a bluff slope.

As he chewed the bread, Jace thought it didn’t even smell good anymore, his mouth was full of blood.

This blood was his blood, it was his extracting the life force of his enemy while letting his own blood overflow from the squeezed veins. If it wasn’t for the power of life being able to repair the damage at the same time, it was estimated that he would have already died from such a hemorrhage.

Though this was the fourth time, and he was basically getting used to it.

Jace always thought the bread tasted a little strange, and spit a bit of it into his hand to see that it was still dipped in a little blood.

Grider sat on the dirt slope next to him looking over and asked, “Are you really okay?”

“It should be fine.” Jace threw it in his mouth again and said, “It’s not like it’s the first time.”

“What was it like to kill that man with black magic?” The dwarf asked.

Jace glanced at the staff in his hand, which also seemed to be savoring the victory it had just won with intent.

He wanted to tell him outright how satisfying it was for him, but in the end he wasn’t so heartlessly honest.

“Honestly, when you first cast that spell, I thought you looked like a vampire from the legends.” Grid looked into Jace’s bloodshot orbs and said, “Of course I’m not saying you shouldn’t have killed that bogeyman, or that you shouldn’t have tried to heal yourself, but ……”

“Never mind, maybe I’m just overthinking it.” He lay down on the slope and said, “I’m sleepy, I’d like to get some sleep, that was a real toss and turn just now, sleep for about two hours, you wake me up and we’ll keep going.”

“I was wondering if I should get some sleep too, though I don’t feel sleepy yet.” Jace said.

Grid laid back onto his arm, eyes closed, and said, “You go back to sleep, then we’ll both be anointed without even realizing it.”

Jace says, “Is it possible for an elf to stay awake for days at a time?”

Grid muttered, “I know of elf rangers who can stay awake for eight days in a row and continue to fight trolls on the ninth day, like killing machines built by ancient gods, not us, we’re natural sleeping machines, fighting is a complete hobby.”

After that he snored, Jace had always envied the guy’s speed of falling asleep even if Grid didn’t say anything, Jace knew that the battle with the gradually expanding Shadow Force was a never ending process, there was no end to this battle to speak of.

As his mana became stronger, the more intense this battle became, and his will to rule his body had to become stronger with it, or else the slightest laxity would be a lost cause.