Chapter 510

Chapter 510: Farewell to Stormwind

After the party disbanded, in the evening, Zardeth was about to leave The Slaughtered Lamb when Jesse stopped him and said, "I’m planning to visit Kalimdor, Zardeth. It might take about half a year… or even longer."

"Kalimdor?" Zardeth asked. "Do you mean the continent mentioned by the goblins?"

"Yes," Jesse replied. "I have enough evidence to prove… Dethmoora Darkeye may be on the Kalimdor continent."

Zardeth exclaimed, "Are you planning to personally search for that legendary female warlock?"

Jesse said, "I might bring back some powerful demonic knowledge, Zardeth. It could greatly benefit our entire Dagger Association, I think it’s worth it. Plus, I can find out if Dethmoora has any connection with Mor’zul."

"You’ll be away for half a year?" Erlan, who was packing beside them, asked. "What about the money we split from the previous trip? I feel like I can sell most of the demon materials in two months, they’ve been selling well recently."

"You’ll have to keep it for now and give it back to me when I return," Jesse said.

"It’s no trouble at all," Erlan smiled and said.

Zardeth said, "When you come back, maybe we can learn a few more spells. I heard that the Dwarf Warlock in Dun Morogh got some Eredar spells. I was planning to ask him. We made a lot of money during this time, I believe those guys will reveal something for the money."

Jesse nodded and said, "Be careful when testing spells."

"If it’s too dangerous, we will wait for everyone to gather before trying," Zardeth said. "You don’t have to worry."

After parting ways with Zardeth, Jesse gave the advance rent to Jarel Moor, asking him to help pay the money. Back home, Jesse started to prepare things to bring to Kalimdor.

In reality, besides the spells he needed to be familiar with and some Demonic materials, bringing anything else was meaningless.

Whether it’s potions, food, or other consumables, they would probably run out halfway to Kalimdor. Bringing these things was not as useful as bringing some gold coins to buy from goblins on another continent.

Thinking about this, he could already foresee that they might get ripped off by goblins.

At this moment, Molofeel carried the red demonic greatsword and said, "Can I bring this with me to see the master…"

Jesse was pondering what to bring when he suddenly saw Molofeel about to take the sword. He took the sword, lifted it up, and said, "Are you sure you can still invisibly carry this huge sword with you?"

"Of course, didn’t you see it in the swamp last time, master?" Molofeel asked.

"Then why did you ask us to wrap this sword with something and bring it into Stormwind when we came back?" Jesse asked in return.

"After all, the mages in Stormwind are different from the beasts in the swamp," succubus said, holding the sword.

Jesse sighed and said, "This time going to Kalimdor, I need your help to track down demons possibly related to Dethmoora Darkeye, not to use this sword to harm anyone, Molofeel. And on this trip, we better not carry such heavy things. Do you know how far we have to go? Unless you promise me that you will carry this sword yourself and it won’t affect your ability to hide throughout the journey."

Molofeel licked her lips and said, "Okay, I can’t guarantee that carrying it won’t affect hiding, after all, the demonic power in this sword… But using it is really exciting."

Watching her, Jesse sometimes found it hard to tell whether what satisfied Molofeel more was activities in bed or fighting and killing… He still remembered the fanatical look on the succubus’ face when she swung a huge knife to break the spine of a Wyrmkin with one blow, completely different from her appearance after spending a night with him.

However, for most bloodthirsty demons in the Twisting Nether, killing was a direct way to satisfy desire, and carnal desires were just insignificant games. For a succubus who had never served mortals before coming to Azeroth, being more interested in fighting was quite normal.

Jesse looked at Molofeel’s slightly disappointed expression and comforted her, "You said that being with me would make you a bit stronger, maybe in the future you can successfully hide with this weapon, like getting a bit taller or stronger."

Hearing this, the succubus, who was a bit dejected at first, immediately became excited and said, "Then master, you need to work harder…"

"Before rewarding this Sayaad, shouldn’t my Soul Shard be returned first?" imp complained nearby, "In that valley, the fragment that should have been mine was inexplicably taken away!"

"There will be plenty of Soul Shards in Kalimdor," Jesse said.

Imp let out a sigh, murmuring, "So you’re saying that, I’m actually looking forward to this long and strange journey again!"

After sorting out things in Stormwind, Jesse and Greed came to the port the next morning, sitting on the pier, resting, getting ready to board the ship.

It was once again The Feast of Winter Veil. Jesse felt that the festive atmosphere was even stronger than last year. Many dwarf were celebrating the festival inside and outside the inns and taverns near the port. Even the early morning seemed quite lively, it was not difficult to imagine what it would be like at night.

"I haven’t heard you mention going back to Aerie Peak this year." Jesse looked at Greed and asked.

"You want me to go back once a year?" Greed blew his beard and said, "Those guys are not that important to me. I feel like I’m basically a Bronzebeard Dwarf now, eating Bronzebeard’s food, speaking with a Bronzebeard accent. Most importantly, even the alcohol I drink is brewed by Bronzebeard."

"I even joined the Gryphon Rider team in Ironforge," Jesse added.

"Well, darn it, that’s true," Greed looked at the goblin merchant ship docked at the port heading to Booty Bay, then glanced at Jesse, "Did you change into new clothes again today?"

"Right." Jesse patted his new robe and asked, "What do you think?"

"It looks like an old Dalaran mage robe," Greed said. "Reminds me of the robes worn by the mages we found in the Blasted Lands, except without the eye symbol."

"You can’t say something nice," Jesse sighed softly.

Greed touched the robe’s sleeve and exclaimed, "Oh, this fabric… it’s really good. So why did the tailor make a robe that looks so old with such good fabric?"

"It’s mixed with Felcloth," Jesse said. "And it’s been burned with Essence of the Elements, maybe that’s why it looks so worn from all the handling."

"So, this robe was specially made for someone like you," Greed said. "Now that you mention it, I remember intercepting a Horde army from Hillsbrad to Hinterlands in the forest on the way to Kaldorei. One of the Orc Warlocks there was wearing a robe similar to yours, and he had a Demon Guard follower! The difference is, those robes emitted evil light when the Orc cast spells, is yours the same?"

"I don’t think so," Jesse adjusted his collar. "Enchanted Mageweave is woven inside, so even if it glows, it shouldn’t be visible."

"By the way, where is your demon servant?" Greed asked quietly.

Jesse patted his Warlock Pack and replied, "It’s inside here."

"I mean, you know what I’m saying," Greed’s voice became softer.

"On your right," Jesse said.

Greed shivered and glanced to the right, muttering, "Damn it…"

Jesse felt relieved, Molofeel’s level of invisibility should be enough to deceive most opponents in Kalimdor.