In the middle of the night, Jess sat by the bed. He knew he couldn't sleep. There was no way he could fall asleep. If he didn't complete this conjecture, he would never be able to have a complete sleep again.
That is—
Perform an imp summoning while holding that mysterious staff.
According to his experience of casting Fear spell last time with this orc staff, the consequences are likely to be unpredictable. Maybe a bunch of imps will appear. Maybe a terrifying unknown demon will pop out...
He looked at the spell for summoning demons written down on the table and the spell for ending the summoning of demons... His gaze fell on the spell for strangling summoned demons—this was the most important.
Jess murmured over and over again. He didn't know how many times he had murmured. Until he had recited the spell for killing demons so fluently that even when he wasn't reciting it, his mind was still full of repetitions of this spell, and he still wouldn't stop.
Bimsennoshi, Kutini, Alamahekin.
If the spell goes out of control, he will recite this spell and then kill all the summoned things at once, no matter how many.
He didn't want to simply summon an imp servant like Galdes or Gagin. Since they mentioned those arrogant dwarf warlocks in Ironforge. Those people claimed that summoning an imp was just a basic requirement for a warlock. Then he would never be satisfied with summoning an ordinary imp.
Such an easy thing wouldn't be of much substantial help to his path forward even if it was completed. If he wanted to do it, he would go big.
Now that the decision had been made, all that was left was execution.
There can be pain, struggle, and even regret. But at the moment of decision, one must decide—this is what you taught me.
Jess grabbed the staff with his left hand. He felt a strange connection being formed between the staff and his heart. He didn't know if it was an illusion or if something really had appeared.
He cleared an open space in the middle of the room. Carefully recalling Gagin's actions when casting spells, he rehearsed without chanting for a while. After making sure there was no problem, he began to chant.
Renéa, Taeni... There was no turning back... Anvi, Solermi, Orgasobims.
Sure enough, the staff wrapped in coarse cloth began to emit ominous purple light from the gaps. And the purple light around Jess was much stronger than the shadowy glow produced by his spellcasting in the basement.
He covered the window with a bed sheet. Watching the magic circle in front of him unfold out of his control. A dark crack appeared in the middle.
The papers, books, cloth bags, and all kinds of messy things in the room were lifted and shaken continuously by the emerging magic power.
Jess grabbed the notes left by the two warlocks and murmured the counter-summoning spell in his heart. He was determined that as soon as something strange emerged from the gap, he would immediately chant the spell to strangle it.
Wouldn't a succubus be summoned?
When playing games, he always thought that if he were a warlock, he must get a succubus and fuck until the sky is dark, the sun and the moon are dim, and he is exhausted and dies.
But when he really came to this world, he felt that succubi were not fun at all.
He had to do his utmost to avoid his mind from being distorted. Succubi were undoubtedly one of the strongest forces that led warlocks to degenerate.
Not to mention their combat power, which was much stronger than that of imps. If a succubus was summoned, Jess even suspected that he would be charmed on the spot and become a slave of the succubus before he could even use the summoning strangulation spell.
All acquisitions have a price. The most extreme pleasure will end in the most extreme pain. Succubi are not doing charity.
Before the gap had fully expanded, he was already ready for the strangulation spell.
As long as this gap continued to expand and expand to a size that didn't seem to only allow an imp to pass through, he would immediately start casting spells!
With the power of the staff, let alone a succubus, even if a felguard came in, it should be possible to execute it on the spot, right?!
Or be executed?
Fortunately, the gap didn't continue to expand but remained the same size as when he cast spells in the basement of The Slaughtered Lamb.
A small claw reached out from the crack. Then the whole monster suddenly jumped out and landed on the wooden floor. The magic circle then suddenly disappeared, and the crack closed.
The room became quiet. Only this monster and Jess leaning against the window were left.
Imp. That's right. Two long horns. Eyes emitting emerald green demonic flames. Like a hairless little monkey a bit smaller than a cat.
But his whole body was dark gold. His skin seemed like metal rather than flesh.
In any case, Jess was already ready to strangle this little monster.
At this time, the imp stared at Jess and muttered some incomprehensible language.
"Can you speak Common?" Jess asked.
"Common?" The imp asked: "So, this is Azeroth? Ha. My master is a human. And I have come to Azeroth. How wonderful! You don't know what a great feat you have accomplished, my master... You just saved me from the hands of the demon lord Yarozbal. I was about to be executed by him!"
What a mess.
Jess asked: "Where are you from?"
"You ask where I am from? If the master asks, I will answer!" The imp hopped back and forth and said: "I am under the demon lord Yarozbal. He is an imp leader on Nastoy. He has his own palace and legion. And I am his guard. But I just made a little mistake. Just a little mistake and he was going to throw me into the forge and melt me into demon soul fragments. What a cruel guy!"
Nastoy, Yarozbal. Jess had never heard of these strange names.
Galdes said that these imps might come from places that even the demons themselves have never heard of. Given that the Twisting Nether is so large that even the Burning Legion can't conquer it, it's not strange to have an imp living in an inexplicable place.
"But, this is not important." The imp said: "I have come to Azeroth. He can't catch me anymore. And I have signed a contract with such a powerful warlock who can bring me here from faraway Nastoy. It's wonderful! From now on, I will start my new life, a new life on Azeroth. You don't know how famous Azeroth is in the Twisting Nether. Even the leader of the Burning Legion, Sargeras, wants to attack here! Ah... That, Lord Sargeras wants to invade here. It seems not so good."
The imp scratched his pointed chin and said: "But he should not be able to come here in a short time. Ha, ha!"
"Are you not from the Burning Legion?" Jess asked.
The imp said: "The demon lord Yarozbal wants to become a member of the Burning Legion. But there is no chance. No eredar is willing to summon a demon lord to become their servant! Since he is not, then of course I am not either. I don't want to enter the Burning Legion either. I am an imp who loves freedom!"
"Ah, freedom, contract, master, servant. It's a bit contradictory. But it doesn't matter. I think you don't seem so strong either. Maybe you will die in a few days. Then I will be completely free!"
"Well." Jess nodded and picked up the paper and began to read: "Bimsennoshi..."
"Wait!" The imp shouted: "Stop, stop!"
Jess clenched the paper and imitated his sharp tone and said: "You hope I die. I'll let you die directly. It's very fair!"
"Too fast. Death is too fast. I can't accept it!" The imp muttered unhappily: "What's wrong with what I said? A weak warlock will definitely die quickly. This world is too dangerous. There are too many powerful beings. You will disappear accidentally. Am I right? For example, one day a dragon passes by here and accidentally spits out a fire. Can you withstand it? A big demon passes by here and accidentally exhales. You will be completely destroyed! They might not even know who you are!"
"But this doesn't mean I hope you die, my new master. If you become stronger, then of course I will also become stronger. If you never die, then I will also never die. However, we still have to be realistic. Haha! But still wish you eternal life! Although the hope is slim!"
Jess felt speechless as if he had eaten shit. But this imp wasn't wrong.
"Then can you help me become stronger? Help me live forever."
"It's hard to say about living forever. Mortals can die very suddenly. But, master, how do you want to become stronger?" The imp asked in return.
"For example, learn more spells?" Jess said.
The imp hopped twice back and forth and scratched his head and said: "Learning too many spells doesn't mean you can become stronger, my good master. Some astral mages can run rampant in the void with only one or two spells. Some weak races will still die even if they learn seventy or eighty kinds of spells!"
Jess felt that this imp was talking nonsense. How could an astral mage only know one or two spells? A protection spell to prevent oneself from being burned to death by free-floating shadows in the void. A teleportation spell to let oneself jump between different planets. That's at least two.
Could it be that he doesn't know any attack spells? He could be bitten to death by a dog if he accidentally meets one. What kind of astral mage is that?
"So, can you cast spells?" Jess asked.
The imp let out a shrill laugh and said: "Of course. Our race is born with the ability to cast spells! Phase shift, fire magic! But these magics can't be learned. What a pity! You are not of our race. You can't drive the magic power in our bodies!"
This is no different from an ordinary imp. In the game, imps can also cast "Blood Pact" to increase health. This imp didn't mention it.
But this little thing didn't seem to have any malicious intent. Jess relaxed his vigilance a bit.
"You said that a warlock who can summon you should be very strong. But any warlock can summon an imp. So, you should not be an ordinary imp. I ask you, what's the difference between you and those ordinary imps?"
"Of course I am not ordinary! The phase shift of many imps is very weak, my master. They can only make themselves fade in this world but can't truly become invisible and truly shift to another plane. But I am different. I am a powerful imp from Nastoy. I can achieve true invisibility. Even you can't see me. Like this."
With a flash of arcane magic, the imp suddenly disappeared in front of Jess.
Now Jess panicked. Where did it go?
Unlike Galdes' imp that could still reveal a bit of an ominous aura, this guy disappeared as if it had never existed!
Jess didn't want to cause any trouble. He quickly took out the note and began to read: "Bims..."
"Oh!" The imp suddenly jumped out in a flash. Jumping and shouting: "Don't read it. Don't read it. I just disappeared for a while. I won't hurt you, great master! I think you will definitely become the greatest warlock in this world one day. After all, you are even more ruthless and cunning than the nathrezim. You always want to recite such terrifying magic! It scares me!"
This imp seemed quite obedient. Jess asked: "First, what's your name."
"Which name are you asking about, my name or my true name?"
All demons have a true name that can only be spoken in demonic language. Once someone knows the true name, it is like being caught by a weakness. No matter what kind of demon it is, if its true name is called out, it will be easily suppressed by the person who calls the name.
"Say both."
"You can call me Zaernol!" After saying this, the imp stood still and the flames in his eyes seemed to expand a bit.
"Next, I will say my demon true name, master, because this is your command."
When this imp who called himself Zaernol said this sentence, his voice gradually lost its previous sharpness and cunning. Instead, it became extremely low and gloomy.
"Th——a——zea——r——ni——zr——az!"