Chapter 75: The Legend of Jace

“How I defeated him.” Jace lowered his voice and whispered in Grid’s ear, “As for how I defeated him, it was of course by whipping that smug shaman so hard with your most disdainful dark magic, first with Fear, then with Shadowfire or whatever it is, Corruption all together, and in the end, he died a miserable death of pain and fear, confessing on his deathbed to all the wrong he’d done in his life. “

“That’s a bit too tragic, isn’t it, even though it’s an orc.” Grid frowned and said, “It seems that this dark magic …… does work, or else why are there so many self-absorbed people in this world to pursue this thing.”

Jace skimmed him quietly, and Grid noticed his look and immediately said, “You’re lying to me here, aren’t you? And the orc confesses to you the wrong he’s done, and he passes on the language? You’re lying about nothing!”

“Ha, you’re wrong about that.” Jace said, “He’s really good at using terms.”

“What?” Grid said, “What did you tell him? Orcs can still communicate with humans? Aren’t they all maniacs who eat human flesh and bones?”

“Eating human flesh doesn’t stop them from speaking human,” Jace said, “Remember the lessons I mentioned to you, before coming here.”

“Remember you.”

“That’s the orcish language class I’m taking.”

Jace finished and recited a few of the most basic runes in Orcish, and the Dwarf only shook his head as he listened, “It’s impossible to hear!”

“You don’t care if you can hear it or not, it worked anyway.” Jace said, “The orc was actually a shaman who got lost with his tribe, I told him where his tribe was and he went straight there.”

“And he just believed it?” The dwarf asked skeptically.

Jace said, “I heard a lot about the orc horde while I was in Lordaeron, so of course I had to give him some credible evidence or he wouldn’t just chisel my head off.”

The dwarf nodded and said, “But with the intelligence of an orc, being swindled by a devious and cunning person like you is considered normal.”

“Aren’t I some of the most courageous humans you’ve ever met?” Jace asked, “How come you’re a devious and cunning man now?”

Grid says, “Cheaters can be brave too, it’s not a conflict. By the way, tell me about your time in Stoneforge, I want to see how this hero of the League swore to face a legion of jackals without using black magic to cheat.”

Jace told him the general story of what had happened at the stone fortress, focusing especially on how the apprentice had suddenly been dragged off the walls by a jackal with a rope around his neck after despising him.

Afterward, in terms of the battle, he erased the brat and the darkness power and vividly portrayed a hero at the top of the stone tower with a one-two punch. After hearing this Grid widened that eye and said, “I’d be a fool to believe you.”

Jace let out a laugh and said, “Anyway, the soldiers from Stone Castle testified that they even escorted me back to Lakeside, and you have no idea how many people I saved.”

Grid squinted at Jace for a moment, and finally could only nod slowly and say, “I’ll believe it for now.”

Jace leaned back with his arms outstretched and looked over his head at the branches of the trees stretching from the side, the blue sky and the white clouds, and said, “Gee, it’s good to be alive, don’t you ever ask me to come out here again, I don’t want to die, Gerard, I think my life is getting more and more valuable now.”

Grid whispered contemptuously, “Just don’t come running over here on your ass when I can get a job worth a gold coin.”

“A gold coin?” Jace said with a dry chuckle, “And it doesn’t let you single out Red Blackhand of the Blackstone Tower?”

“Slow down!” Grid said as he grabbed Jace’s small arm, “You said you didn’t use dark magic, huh? Why does this leaky wound look like it was cauterized by Shadow Flame?”

Puzzled, Jace asked, “How do you know it’s a Shadowfire burn?”

“Boy.” Grid said, “Those wounded soldiers who were shipped back with burns like that from the orcs who used the flames spawned by the Shadows, you couldn’t fool me if you tried, could you?”

“I lied to you?” Jess said, “Besides I can’t use it on myself, I burn myself?”

“So what do you think is going on here? The Jackals.” Jace said, “The Jackals have Shadow Warlocks too, and they were involved in the night attack.”

“Okay.” Grider tossed Jace’s hand aside, “Count yourself out.”

Jace hissed in pain and touched the bandage on his hand and mumbled something like, “Still recovering from that.”

Grid tsked, “It’s a shame, I was planning to continue sword practice with you tonight, since you haven’t recovered yet that’s fine.”

Jace said, “I would be able to practice. But …… we both lost our swords.”

Grid glared up and asked, “You didn’t get that Stormgarde sword back?”

“How am I supposed to carry anything else when I can barely even carry you?” Jace asked rhetorically.

“Too much of a loss.” Greed lay down with Jace and said, “I should have known better than to come to Red Ridge.”

That night, Jace noticed that there were many more soldiers in the town of Lakeside than in the past, all of whom were supposed to have followed the king’s footsteps from Stormwind.

To think that he had actually met Varian Urien in the morning, and talked face to face, he did think was just unreal.

It had nothing to do with whether he was a king or a nobleman of any kind, simply because it was the real Varian Urien.

Such a living World of Warcraft hero, although he is not yet twenty years old, and there is some gap with the later Varian in both temperament and appearance, but …… when playing the game, Jace did not have any special feelings about the character of Varian Urien.

Because he was in the game, in fact, the Horde camp played still more, Varian as the Alliance, the leader of the opposing camp, just feel in a variety of over animation and game plot to take a picture, played a soy sauce, at best, better than a face familiar with some, not to mention in the early days of showing up to have to scold the Horde a bunch of times.

But really speak in the game, he really still has a kind of not very good description of the familiarity in his heart, as if he has known it for a long time, in short, compared with other people he knows here, there is a kind of fantasy characters and real characters cross misplaced experience.

Jace and Gridd were drinking in the tavern at night and heard many people in the tavern discussing the Jackal attack on Stoneforge, and many said that a second Jackal war was coming soon.

There were also many who felt that the Orc War had just been trending towards an end, and the Kingdom immediately had to deal with another group of enemies, which was too unlucky.

Jace also sensed another reason why the king had to run to Stone Castle to give commendations to the soldiers, if he got it into Storm City and made a buzz about the jackal attack, he was afraid that by then it would not be the town of Lakeside that would feel panicked but the whole kingdom that would be made unsettled.

Midnight organized the package, the three bottles of Shadow Protection Potion that he had brought with him only had one bottle left, one bottle was lost by Grid in the battle with the orc shaman, one bottle was drank in the stone fortress, and now the remaining bottle was brought back from the lake beach with great difficulty, and he had thought that he had lost it.

With Jace now in the gang of slaughtered lambs, there is a new way to learn the Shadow Magic spell, plus the fact that the biggest threat in the entire Storm Kingdom area is actually a group of physically violent individuals, whether they be jackals, fishmen, or beasts.

Even the ones that existed among them that had the ability to cast spells were few and far between, and most of them relied on biting and slashing.

Right now, as Jace understood it, what he needed most was not a Shadow Protection Potion, but a Healing Potion and a Mana Potion, and lots of them.

When he searched for the Shadow Protection Potion, he had seen many kinds of recipes for healing potions and mana potions, with strong and weak effects, and a wide variety of materials used to make them, so he hadn’t deliberately memorized them, and would have to look at them again when he went back if he wanted to make them.

It’s just that blood and blue in the …… game are points, how would they be represented here?

Mana potion he could almost understand the effect, these days Jace felt the taste of mana depletion, depressed and weak, couldn’t concentrate let alone contact the magic net, mobilize the shadows, cast spells and so on.

Mana potions then are likely to be the potion that fills that feeling re-energizing and clears the mind again, and in gameplay terms this is mana.

Now Jace’s “mana” is so low that two or three Fear spells and he’s done, how can he keep himself and his partner safe?

If he carries a dozen bottles of mana with him every time he fights in the future, that orc shaman can definitely be controlled to death by himself, a fear stab, a fear stab, not to mention him, Ogrim came to give him away. Of course, think about it will not be so simple, either mana potion effect is very poor, or expensive to death, or drink a few bottles on no effect, or drink with too much coffee like tachycardia sudden death and so on, guess so.

Otherwise wouldn’t you be able to travel across the Seven Kingdoms just by learning a control spell and carrying a machete and a whole woven bag of blue vials?

What about healing potions?

Jace jabbed a finger at the bandage on his hand, and a hot, hidden pain came out.

If I drink a healing potion, will this pain go away? It’s a bit outrageous how I think about it.

But then he remembered the elf he’d met in the Twilight Forest, who had a bottle of a pink potion that Grid said was a resuscitation potion.

Resuscitation Potion is an advanced healing potion in the game, that elf claimed that if you drink Resuscitation Potion, even wounds bitten out by traps can be repaired in a short period of time, isn’t that true?

But that elf was never going to joke with his life, and by the looks of Grid, he hadn’t expressed any objections.

“Grid, Grid, are you asleep?” Jess called out quietly.

The cries from the back of the room were earth-shattering.

I’m afraid I won’t know the exact answer until I drink a bottle myself.