Chapter 574

Chapter 574: Summoning Motivation

Thanks to Theradras’s greed, Feralas and Desolace are separated by a high mountain, but their climates are completely opposite.

It’s wet and humid here, and once you go deep inside, all you can see above you are layers of huge treetops, making it hard to even see the sky.

Walking through it feels like being buried alive in a green tomb, struggling to breathe.

Several people are following a path that looks like it was left by ancient Kaldorei in the jungle, but even this path has been mostly swallowed by the surrounding plants.

Greed asks while walking, "Have you ever thought why the Satyrs want to summon Dethmoora’s Doomguard minion?"

Taking a couple of steps ahead to Jesse, he continues, "If Vereesa is right, that long and troublesome spell is what Satyrs plan to use to rescue a Doomguard from the elven city, with the red small sphere as the casting material. But why? The Satyrs don’t seem to be cooperating with other demons, except for those strange creatures that might be imps. I believe a Doomguard is much stronger than them. So, are Satyrs summoning that demon servant here to make him their chief?"

"Is it possible that the Satyrs are seeking allies for their next plan?" Vereesa turns back and says, "We know every demon of the Burning Legion staying in Azeroth has one goal, which is to summon more Burning Legion demons to assist them. Their ultimate aim is to summon the legion’s master to this world, so seeking more allies is a natural motivation."

Jesse suggests, "Perhaps we should take some time to carefully examine the clues we have found."

"Good idea," Greed points to Jesse, "Since we ran out of Maraudon, we have been running and running… except for resting a bit on that coast, we haven’t really stopped."

"That’s just how it is. We need to leave Desolace as soon as possible," Vereesa said. "Even without the Centaur’s disruptions, we didn’t have many options for food before, and our supplies are running low. Look at this forest, dwarf, it’s full of life and things to eat. It’s much more reassuring than the barren land we were in before."

Greed took a deep breath and said, "So you elves find this dense forest, even more exaggerated than Hinterlands, reassuring? I’d say it’s just a bit better than Stranglethorn, and there are trees everywhere here, one next to the other, animals hiding inside. Even if you see one, you can’t catch up."

He angrily kicked a lush bush nearby and said, "Look at these annoying obstacles, nearly tripped me several times. We can’t just eat grass to survive, can we?"

Vereesa stared softly at the dwarf and said, "Have you really forgotten who I am."

"Who are you?" Greed plopped down on a nearby tree root and said, "The sharp-eared murderer who could out-eat a gryphon?"

After speaking, the dwarf chuckled. Vereesa gave him a sidelong glance, then raised her neck to look up at the thickly covered high branches.

She closed her eyes and softly recited a difficult-to-understand spell, sounding like a song, not too loud, yet soothing even up close, but able to carry far.

The dwarf looked around with a curious expression, while Jesse put down what she was holding, watching to see what would happen.

Before long, the sound of fluttering wings could be heard all around the forest, various colorful flying creatures swooping in one after the other to join the group.

They refused to land. Vereesa waved her hand to signal to Jesse to move further away. Several people retreated behind a nearby tree. The birds landed eagerly beside the elves, some even landing on her shoulder.

Vereesa conversed with them in an unknown language, occasionally responding to their chirps with whistles. Before long, she fixed her gaze on a large, brightly feathered chicken.

The ranger called out to the colorful chicken softly. When it approached her, Vereesa swiftly and unexpectedly broke its neck with a quick motion. Startled, all the birds flapped and flew around in panic.

After a few blinks, the area around Vereesa quieted down, leaving only a variety of feathers slowly drifting down.

Turning around, she looked at Greed with the tilted head, holding the prey in her hand and revealing a prideful smile.

"I surrender, Miss Windrunner. I will immediately go and find firewood." Greed patted his backside and dashed into the forest.

The trip to the Maraudon water hole ruined a lot of the hay used as spices, but at least a few bottled seasonings were still intact.

It was unlikely to experience the usual Stormwind inn ambiance, but as long as the meat was sprinkled with salt, it was still delicious. Having chicken in a place like this was already a luxury.

"If we were in the Hinterlands, I could find some spices in the forest," Greed said, looking at the crackling fire in front of him. "You know, there are many things in the trees and grass that can enhance the flavor when put in the fire. Of course, sometimes you have to compete with trolls for those things."

"What do trolls like?" Vereesa asked.

The dwarf shook his finger and said, "Don’t be so one-sided, sometimes there can be good things too…"

Tauren sat beside carefully examining the deer antler given to her by Celebras. As she touched it and smelled it, the antler unexpectedly grew a little longer and the cut end turned into a small twig, just perfect for Tauren to hold. It truly resembled a beautiful short staff.

Jesse sat on the side, looking through a Demonic scroll, while listening to Greed and Vereesa talking about troll stories from Hinterlands and Quel’Thalas. The current scroll described the Ered’ruin race to which the Doomguards belonged, but he couldn’t quite understand the details.

Since the Demonic script on the scroll was so complex, he found it a bit challenging to read, only able to grasp the general idea of what the scroll was about.

At that moment, Saenor said, "Master, the content in this scroll isn’t Demonic…"

"If it’s not Demonic, then what is it, the Nathrezim language?"

Jesse took the scroll passed to him by the imp and glanced at it; it was not Demonic, but rather written in Elvish characters.

"Vereesa."

"Hmm?" The elf arguing with Greed about the troll’s appetite looked over here.

"Take a look at this." Jesse handed over a scroll and said, "What does this say?"

Vereesa held up the scroll and read aloud, "Demon… Sargeras… Hmm, this is a method used by the Kaldorei to deal with demons."

"What does that mean?" Jesse asked. "Is this about the demon prison in Eldre’Thalas?"

"No," Vereesa said. "It seems to be instructing how to create a spell that weakens and traps demons."

"Ah, I see!" Saenor suddenly opened a scroll he had seen before and said, "Then it makes sense – this is a spell to enslave demons, master!"