Chapter 603

Chapter 603: Necromancer?

Jesse always struggled to understand the Satyrs’ camp and tendencies. They sometimes served the Legion, yet other times worked for the Old Gods.

However, the Old Gods and the Burning Legion were fundamentally opposed. Though most Satyrs, including their king Savis, claimed cooperating with the Old Gods aimed to eventually bring the dark Titan back to Azeroth, their fervent loyalty sometimes made Jesse doubt if they remembered their original mission.

Then Jesse recalled Shandris Feathermoon’s words: Dethmoora likely knew locations of many ancient magical artifacts. The Satyrs’ attempts to enslave her might’ve sought clues about those treasures.

Could this prison hold other leads?

Vereesa bent low, cutting through the heavily damaged armor of the Doomguard to extract its mojo heart. As she sliced open the demon’s chest, she pulled out a peculiar small bag.

Wrapped in demonic blood and unnamed pus from the chest cavity, the bag emitted an evil stench yet remained utterly undamaged by the filth.

This dark-purple leather pouch bore intricate Demonic Runes—likely what protected it within the Doomguard’s body.

Vereesa tried untying its strap, but shadowy energy seared her fingers. Clearly, it wasn’t meant for casual opening.

“Let me try,” Jesse said, taking the bag. He drew Azuresong Mageblade and severed the strap, the arcane blade tearing through the shadow seal effortlessly.

Inside lay an elven cloth pouch and numerous scrolls.

The cloth pouch held a dark dagger, short as a fruit knife—likely useless for stabbing, probably a ritual blade.

Its shape resembled the Eldre’Thalas dagger Jesse obtained from the Goblin Collector, but this one radiated terrifying darkness, hinting at countless dark rituals.

The scrolls bore text scribbled in demon blood, mostly gray or dark-purple. Some featured blurred vine-like tattoos, making Jesse wonder which creatures’ skins were used.

Spread on the ground, one scroll displayed a magic circle while others showed chaotic writing.

“What’s this circle for?” Vereesa asked.

“Not a summoning circle, at least,” Jesse replied.

“A demon-contact circle, master,” Molofeel interjected.

“For contacting Archimonde?” Jesse asked.

“Uncertain,” Molofeel said. “Circles contacting Archimonde or Kil’jaeden would be far larger, requiring a powerful relic linked to them—or at least an artifact of great power. This dagger? No, it serves no such purpose.”

Molofeel’s words reminded Jesse of Mor’zul in Moonbrook.

If Mor’zul’s knowledge came from Dethmoora—the slain Lehaiden—how had they connected?

Jesse refused to believe Mor’zul could’ve tracked Dethmoora alone. Dethmoora must’ve actively sought warlocks worldwide or left books for demon worshippers to further her goals.

So the demon Mor’zul planned to summon… if truly a named Demon Lord, who was it?

What was its tie to Dethmoora or Lehaiden?

What would Mor’zul gain? What would Lehaiden achieve once the demon reached Azeroth?

Questions flooded Jesse’s mind, unanswered.

Killing Dethmoora wasn’t enough; he needed Mor’zul for answers. Vereesa asked, “The other scrolls? This writing’s incomprehensible—is it Demonic?”

Jesse examined one. “Yes, all Demonic, but…”

Flipping through, he noted the scrolls were demon-crafted and arcane-protected against Shadow Magic, yet the writing was chaotic—mere keywords, no full sentences.

Compared to Maraudon’s densely inscribed Satyr scrolls, this wasted both parchment and enchanting magic—like scribbling math drafts on antique paper.

But Jesse’s Demonic knowledge soon revealed patterns. The scattered words and phrases connected, resembling his own hasty lecture notes.

Were these recorded commands? Burning Legion orders?

Powerful demons wrote swiftly via magic—unlike Saenor’s pen-and-hand method. If Lehaiden wrote this messily, the communication channel must’ve been unstable.

“Review these, Molofeel,” Jesse said. “My head aches…”

“Yes, master.”

The succubus bent over, scanning each scroll. Soon she lifted one: “Mostly insults and reprimands, master.”

“No wonder I couldn’t decipher it,” Jesse said. “Keep it—might prove useful against other demons.” Molofeel gave him an odd look before selecting another: “This orders contact with a Legion envoy.”

“Legion envoy?” Vereesa asked. “Does the Burning Legion still have envoys in Azeroth?”

Molofeel replied, “Much here is in Ered’ruin, not pure Eredun. I grasp little.”

“Should Saenor examine it?” Jesse asked.

“He isn’t all-knowing,” Molofeel stressed.

“Obviously,” Jesse said. “Next?”

The succubus lifted the final scroll. “This mentions a necromancer.”

“Necromancer?”

Jesse and Vereesa spoke simultaneously, exchanging glances.

“A traitor necromancer,” Molofeel added. “The rest is Ered’ruin too. Unclear if it demands finding or hunting this necromancer…”