Chapter 504

Chapter 504: Darkness of the Black Tower

Ulthalesh is a cursed scythe, Demon Lord Sargeras personally crafted this dark weapon, infused with the soul of Dread Lord Ulthalesh to empower it, and bestowed upon his most adept servants of dark magic – Eredar Wizards.

Countless Eredar Wizards who wielded this weapon have died for various reasons. Even though Ulthalesh is incredibly powerful, rumors still spread among the Eredar that the weapon will absorb its owner’s power… to strengthen itself.

Actually, he never thought he would have anything to do with such a weapon before he found out that the hunters had not yet obtained Ulthalesh.

Jesse knew that this was not a tool like the Azuresong Mageblade that obediently listened to your commands when held, but a magical weapon with a soul.

It should be said, a magical weapon with countless souls.

Of course, he didn’t know what Ulthalesh scythe looked like in this world, where it was hidden, how powerful the souls it devoured were, and what fate its holder would face.

He only knew that he had to handle all information related to it carefully. After all, many scary things in this world easily bring disasters with just understanding.

Also, the valley where Karazhan was located was not a suitable place to ponder these questions.

He and Greed hit the road again; the next village was not too far from Karazhan, roughly estimated to be only about sixty to seventy kilometers according to the map.

However, when they reached the outskirts of this village, Jesse always felt… he could already see that tower.

He knew that even standing on a mountain with clear air, bright light, and no obstructions, looking towards the horizon, seeing twenty to thirty kilometers was already far.

Every time he looked south, he felt like the tower was right in front of him, watching him.

Despite the thick black surroundings, the forest looked like tangled weeds in a polluted stream, covering the grey mountains, but the tower seemed to be at the highest point.

Jesse felt like he was dreaming, remembering experiencing all this before, like seeing the tower from somewhere and feeling like it was watching him.

Not just him, but even Greed, and even Saenor felt the same way.

Arriving here, the usually talkative imp became silent, Greed’s movements and reactions slowed down significantly. In the cold winter, there were sweat beads on his forehead.

Jesse wanted to ask if something was wrong, but couldn’t speak. It was like not wanting to communicate actively, not wanting to discuss anything related to Karazhan.

After hunting a few ghosts in this desolate village, Jesse and Greed sat in front of a collapsed Holy Light church, gazing south unconsciously.

Greed took out a small piece of bread from his bag, took a bite, chewed twice, then stared at the bread wide-eyed.

"Tell me, Jesse Seso, what do I have in my hand?" he asked.

"Bread," said Jesse.

"Did you bring Shadow Protection Potion?" Greed asked.

"I didn’t bring it," Jesse said. "I thought you had it, I didn’t see my Alchemist earlier."

"I’ve already finished mine before, so… give me some Holy Water from the priests," the dwarf said. "I’ve used up all my Holy Water before."

Jesse nodded and handed half a bottle of Holy Water to Greed. Greed drank the rest directly.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"I…" After finishing the drink, Greed closed his eyes, then looked at his bread. The stiff expression on his face finally softened a bit.

"Just now when I looked at the things in my hand, they seemed like a child’s fingers, Jesse, damn it, I thought I was going crazy."

"Let’s leave this place," Jesse stood up and said. "We now have three and a half bottles of Essence of Undeath, right? That’s it, let’s go, Greed."

"Is it because of Karazhan?" asked Greed.

"Yes," said Jesse. "I also feel very uncomfortable."

"Have you not experienced any hallucinations?" Greed asked.

"Not yet, probably because I have a bit more resistance to the shadows," Jesse said, reaching out. "Hand me the Living Ice Crystals, Greed."

Greed held the beautiful Arcane ice crystal in his hand, originally intending to pass it to Jesse, but then blinked at it, took a deep breath, and finally handed it over.

After Jesse took the crystal, he attempted to activate its power on the dwarf in front of him. When the light spread throughout his body, Greed seemed to startle as if someone had splashed water on him from head to toe.

"This thing… is indeed effective," Greed tapped his head, put on his helmet, and said, "The surroundings look different now, Jesse. Earlier, I felt like everything in the distance was turning black and blurry."

"This money isn’t that easy to earn," Jesse said. "Otherwise, the goblins wouldn’t have paid us so much to come here and find the Essence of Undeath. Let’s hurry back, the farther from Karazhan, the better."

Approaching the road leading to Elwynn near The Black Morass, Jesse sent the Felhound anti-summon back to the Twisting Nether. He couldn’t bring this cow-like large dog back to the human world, this was a decision that had to be made.

But Dazhalm has been helping Jesse and Greed find their way in the valley for the past two or three days, especially because they didn’t get lost. Jesse has already developed some feelings for this demon during this short time together, especially because the Felhound demon is not as smart as the others and doesn’t talk, which makes it easier to trust.

Even though he knew that the Felhound’s soul could easily return to the Twisting Nether and the weak demon could quickly be reborn, it still felt bad to be the one to defeat a friend.

They didn’t know when they would find a way to summon a fixed demon.

When they returned to Darkshire, Greed slept for a whole day before finally feeling refreshed. On their way back to Stormwind, he kept saying he would never go to Deadwind Pass again.

After this journey, Jesse truly understood why, back in Dalaran, when he told those mages that he got lost on his way to Deadwind Pass and couldn’t remember anything, they believed his nonsense.

Even a Kirin Tor mage got lost in it. At that time, as an unknown apprentice, it was truly a miracle to come out of it.

As for remembering anything clearly, no one could count on that.