Chapter 516

Chapter 516: Curse of Death

The "Clever Journey" is a quite large goblin merchant ship, even larger than the "Great Palatine Conqueror" Jesse first rode back to Lordaeron, making it the largest ship Jesse has ever seen.

According to several goblins, the "Clever Journey" is one of the most expensive properties in the Steamwheedle Cartel. It is not easily shaken unless there is a particularly severe and rare storm.

By the late night, the wind had slightly weakened. On the way back to the cabin, the shaking in the corridor was barely noticeable.

Entering the cabin, Saenor excitedly exclaimed, "Master, where have you been for so long? I have some good news to tell you! I can’t wait any longer!"

"Of course, to find that Quel’dorai," Molofeel said coldly, "Isn’t that right, master?"

"Yes," Jesse replied.

Molofeel twitched his nose and said, "Not only did the master go to see her, but also gave away that Arcane ice crystal, so generous."

"Don’t you demons really dislike that thing?" Jesse asked.

"Exactly, that thing looks uncomfortable!" Saenor looked at Molofeel and said, "What’s up with you, spending too much time in Azeroth, now starting to like this awkward Arcane stuff here?"

Molofeel looked away for a while before saying, "Even if it feels uncomfortable, it still belongs to me… the master’s treasure, the master’s magic."

"She’s just borrowing it temporarily, not stealing it directly," Jesse said, "I know you don’t like that elf."

"Of course I don’t like her," succubus immediately said.

Jesse said, "Anyway, I hope you prioritize helping me complete this task, Molofeel, don’t sneak around doing something because you dislike her, or even try to hurt her."

Molofeel perked up his sharp demon ears and asked, "Shouldn’t the master reward me for being obedient?"

"You shouldn’t have hurt my friend in the first place," Jesse said.

"What if your friend hurts you?" the succubus asked with a smile.

Jesse looked at the succubus and nodded, saying, "Don’t try to trick me, Molofeel. If anything happens to Vereesa Windrunner, you won’t get any magic from me."

"If she gets herself into trouble, is that my problem?" Molofeel asked unhappily.

"Even if she gets struck by lightning under a tree, I will still blame you," Jesse said immediately.

"Agh!" the succubus swiped her tail backwards in annoyance, leaving a scratch on the cabin wall!

Jesse glanced at the mark and said, "Well, this wall is already in bad shape. A few more scratches from those goblins won’t be noticeable, and you won’t have to compensate me."

Molofeel defiantly rolled up her tail a bit, giving Jesse a sideways glance before eventually lowering her head.

"Alright, alright. In that case, I will protect that little girl well, just like I protect you, my master."

"Ahh… so scary, Sayaad!" Saenor pretended to shiver in fear as he said, "In the end, the master will be satisfied with you… so why be angry, huh!"

"Will you?" Molofeel turned to Jesse and asked, "Is the master’s power still mine?"

"Of course," Jesse nodded.

Hearing this, Molofeel couldn’t help but smirk, and immediately Saenor said, "The huntress who crosses dimensions, the slaughter witch of the Abyss Lord Brutallus, why do you look so foolish now…"

The succubus turned back, directly stabbing Saenor’s stomach with a dagger, pinning it to the wall. The imp, hanging like a rag on the nail, swayed a few times, shocked, opened its mouth wide, only making a "huh…" sound, then collapsed completely motionless.

Jesse looked at Saenor, who had fainted with his tongue out, and asked, "What good news were you talking about just now?"

"Yes! Good news!" The imp suddenly raised its head and said, "Finally, master, you remembered to ask me about this!"

"Through my hard and painstaking research…" Saenor gripped the dagger that had pierced its own stomach, trying to pull it out with no success.

It coughed awkwardly and said, "Lower me down, Sayaad, quickly, I need to discuss important matters with the master."

Molofeel clearly hesitated, so Jesse had to use Gorefiend’s Grasp to pull the dagger far away. After Saenor fell to the ground, it touched its demon blood-stained stomach hole and muttered, "Shouldn’t be a problem."

"Alright!" imp pulled out a thick scroll from the bag and said, "After my… Miss Sayaad and I have put in a lot of effort, we finally found a somewhat reasonable section from the Gorefiend language scroll you gave us, which has almost no discernible pattern in the sentences. Honestly, every time we face such a bottleneck, it’s not really a problem with my Demonic abilities, but rather some spells are mixed with strange languages, like this one which, although related to Nathrezim demons, includes commands they use to communicate with the resurrected dead."

"Is this the Necromancy of a Death Knight?" Jesse asked.

"Um… ultimately, this is a spell to communicate with the power of the shadows, master. I don’t think it can actually raise the dead," imp hesitated, "and my abilities are limited, it’s really hard to explain the meaning of this spell. What its specific effect is, this time you need to experiment for yourself."

Jesse said, "Recite this spell for me to hear." imp nodded and raised the heavy scroll, loudly reciting, "Keaoreelee, Feralos, Pakumilee!"

Jesse noticed a slight expansion of the green flames above imp’s head, an imperceptible shadowy smell diffused, Saenor raised his eyes and looked around, then asked after a moment of silence, "What did I just awaken…?"

Jesse searched around the crude cabin, checking that reciting the spell didn’t produce any other effects, then opened the door to look outside. Misty water flowed in, but it was quite peaceful outside, with only the flickering of Arcane lights at the end of the corridor.

Making sure everything was fine, he closed the door and said, "I feel like this spell is quite aggressive, more so than the previous Shadow Bolt. I hope it’s not like the last magic, summoning something like a Shadow Meteor falling from the sky."

"Master, you can rest assured, I don’t have the ability to cast such a spell!" imp reassured.

Molofeel furrowed his brow and said, "Why do I feel like the emotions stirred by this magic surge are so familiar, master?"

"This magic gives people a feeling of extreme greed… a desire to seize everything. Although I have never seen any Nathrezim use this magic, I once saw an Eredar Wizard use a similar feeling magic, which left a deep impression on me because it killed the lover of my previous Eredar master."

"Can you describe that magic?" Jesse asked.

Molofeel whispered, "It is a terrible magic that can destroy a person from the mind to the body, relentlessly chasing its target. The one hit will be overwhelmed by uncontrollable shivering, their skin and flesh rapidly decaying, as their vitality quickly drains under the tug of shadows, and this magic will extract that vitality to the caster…"

"Oh, I have never heard of this kind of magic before," Saenor scratched his head.

Listening to the succubus, Jesse seemed to have remembered a spell.

Molofeel said, "This magic, the Eredar call it Kolkamiin, if translated into common language, I think it should be called Death Coil."

Yes, Death Coil, that’s the name.