In the afternoon's Orcish language class, constantly thinking about the imp and Redridge Mountains, Jess was also a bit distracted.
After finishing the class and rushing back home, Jess looked at Zaernol who was still busy and said, "I want to know more about that thing of yours, phase shift."
"Master, ask away." The imp said while still writing on the paper non-stop.
Looking at his busy appearance, Jess actually felt a bit sorry. He had never thought that he would sympathize with a demon.
"I want to know when you perform phase shift, is it simply becoming invisible or truly changing your real position? What's the difference between phase shift and invisibility spell?"
"Of course there is a huge difference!" Zaernol jumped up and said, "The so-called invisibility spell of mages is to manipulate arcane magic to distort light, create a space that won't be noticed by the blind and fools around, and then secretly pass through it... However, although light can be distorted, real entities cannot be distorted. If you throw a fireball at that unclear space, boom! You can see a roasted mage rolling out of it, ha! As for phase shift, it is a way for weak demons to fade out in the prime material plane to avoid danger and survive. This is a ability only demons born in the Twisting Nether can do. Even the eredar can't do it because we are not mortals!"
Jess said, "Invisibility spell is still a bit understandable, but I really can't imagine phase shift. For example, if I put you in a box, and you perform phase shift. Then I take this box and walk three miles to the gate of Stormwind. When you reappear, will you be in the box or still at my home?"
"Of course it's in the box." The imp said, "How could I just disappear so simply?!"
"If the box is crushed, will you die?" Jess asked.
"Maybe yes, maybe no." Zaernol raised his finger and said, "It depends on what kind of box. If it's a magic cage made by the eredar and I am put in it and then crushed, I will definitely die and return to the Twisting Nether. But if it's an ordinary box, if it can't trap magical things, then definitely not!"
"Phase shift won't let me escape from Azeroth, my master. I am like hiding in an interlayer parasitic in the prime material plane of this world and still being affected by some insignificant little things!"
Jess opened the warlock's bag and said, "Get in and perform phase shift."
"Yes!" The imp directly jumped in and disappeared in a flash.
Jess found that this bag deflated.
"You... Come out again."
Boom!
The originally deflated bag was suddenly expanded. The imp struggled inside for a while and said, "Master, aren't you going to let me out? I still have work to do!"
"Just stay inside." Jess said, "Disappear!"
"Master, don't make me disappear and appear again. Every transformation requires mana. My mana is almost exhausted!"
Jess said, "If you disappear now, don't come out again."
"Understood!"
With a crisp flash of arcane energy, the bag deflated again.
Jess opened the bag and looked inside. Except for some silver coins and the paper scrolls for taking notes that he had originally put in there, there was nothing. The imp seemed to have completely disappeared.
He began to feel a bit uneasy. Perhaps he should find some way to notice him even when the imp is disappeared.
In the game, even when the imp performs phase shift, the warlock himself and his teammates can see a phantom. But now thinking about it, that's just a compromise for gameplay.
However, if there are people in the world who can see a demon in phase shift, then the invisibility of the imp wouldn't be reliable enough?
Let's talk about it when we meet such people. Now that it is convenient for it to hide itself, it should be made good use of.
Just as he was about to go out, he saw that wooden stick placed in the corner again.
Now it is not just a simple stick anymore, but a staff made by the eredar.
Considering that it is related to the Shadow Council, to Teron Gorefiend and Gul'dan, when Jess touched it again, he felt a palpitation, as if he was being stared at by some terrifying demon.
After thinking about it, Jess still took it with him.
Carrying the warlock's bag, the package given to him by Marin, taking six silver coins and a few copper coins, and bringing his sword. Then he stuffed all the messy pages, fragments, everything related to Orcish language and black magic under the bed and covered them with a cloth cover. Only then did Jess clap his hands and go straight to the stable in the Mage Quarter.
Along the way, he was observing the gazes of the people around him to make sure that neither apprentice mages nor mage apprentices, or even real mages would notice that there was a demon hidden in his bag.
The only people who noticed him just focused on the sword at his waist. Maybe they thought it was a bit strange for a sword holder other than a battle mage to appear around the Wizard's Sanctum.
When he came to the stable, Jess gave the note to the stable keeper. This was an exaggeratedly fat middle-aged uncle. He sat on the chair, glanced at the note, and then looked at the badge on Jess's finger and asked, "Mr. Jess Setho, right? You are going to Redridge Mountains. Are you going to Lakeshire or Stonefort?"
"Stonefort."
"Come." The other person struggled to stand up with all his strength. Jess felt that this guy might be the fattest human he had seen since coming to this world. Could it be that he secretly ate horse feed?
The keeper led out a chestnut horse and said, "She used to walk on the road from Stormwind, Goldshire, Lakeshire to Stonefort all year round. She was trained as a military horse before. Later, she was retired because of her timidity and given to this side. But compared to ordinary horses outside, she is still brave enough. Don't worry if you encounter gnolls. This lady will definitely not panic and will definitely run faster than those guys. Take good care of her for me!"
Mounting this tall horse with shiny coat, Jess felt that it was completely different from the horses raised by merchants tied on the streets in Lordaeron. When this horse walked back and forth under him, it was solid and powerful. When it took steps, it was very stable, so that even when he was completely sitting on the horseback, he didn't feel itchy all over from being shaken.
Turning the horse's head and bypassing the city wall towards the main gate, Jess rode so happily that he was too fast. The guards along the way all shouted at him to slow down and not collide with pedestrians.
When entering the main gate and passing through the flow of carriages pulled by pack horses, Jess, who was much taller, felt like a soldier. This was probably the feeling of driving a luxury car.
But when the Stormwind patrol knights on real warhorses passed by inside the main gate, he still looked like a little messenger boy.
When he arrived at the agreed small tavern, Jess led the horse to the manger and tied it up. Looking back, he touched the mane of this mare and thought about when he could have a horse of his own.
He was almost unable to extricate himself from the chicness of that section of the road just now.
"Ha! Is this a horse raised in the Mage Quarter? It's so beautiful." Gerred walked out of the tavern with a laugh and said, "I thought it was some noble young master arriving. It turned out to be you, this guy."
At this time, the dwarf noticed the stick on Jess's back and asked, "You still bring it?"
"This thing is too precious. I don't dare to leave it in the rented room." Jess explained, "It's not that I have to take it to fight or anything. Besides, isn't this thing quite qualified as a stick? You carried it for such a long way in Duskwood and still thought it was strong enough."
Gerred asked curiously, "So, do you know what this is?"
"It may be a staff made by demons for orcs." Jess lowered his voice and whispered, "Although it's not rare among orcs, it's still quite rare here!"
Gerred leaned close to his ear and asked, "How much can it be sold for?"
"I heard that there is a group of warlocks in Ironforge." Jess said, "If there is a chance to sell it to them, it should be able to sell for a few gold coins."
Gerred widened his eyes and said, "Fortunately, I didn't sell it to those Bronzebeard fools in the Dwarf Quarter. Or did they already know that there are people in Ironforge who would like this thing and want to deceive me?"
The two squatted at the door and packed up their luggage. Jess said, "But speaking of selling things, I did hear about a place that specializes in selling such rare things."
Gerred took out a piece of jerky from his bag, put it in his mouth, tightened the bag and put it on his back, and asked, "Where?"
"Booty Bay."
"You mean that goblin town by the sea in Stranglethorn Vale."
"Yes." Jess said, "There is an exchange there, run by goblins. It is said that many rare things can be sold very expensively. Do you remember that letter we found on that orc corpse last time?"
"That letter?" Gerred asked, "Are you sure it's a letter?"
Jess raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you know Teron Gorefiend?"
"Of course I know. Death knight... The vanguard of the Horde!"
"That's a letter written by Teron Gorefiend to his subordinate."
"Really?"
"Really." Jess said, "Guess how much this letter is worth among those collectors who collect important lost items of orcs? That's Teron Gorefiend!"
Gerred licked his lips, looked at the ground and thought for a while, and said, "It's really terrible. Opportunities to get rich are everywhere. Since the orcs haven't been killed off yet, should we look for more such opportunities and make a fortune from the 'war' or something. Don't you want to bring your parents to Stormwind? Relying only on doing odd jobs here, it's absolutely impossible to afford a house in the city."
He scratched his beard on his chin. "But Stranglethorn Vale is too far away. The ships from Stormwind Harbor to Booty Bay are very few and far between, and the ticket price is not cheap. If it can't be sold for an ideal price or even can't be sold, wouldn't it be too much of a loss?"
"That's right." Jess said, "So let's see the situation again. Or I can ask if there are people in Stormwind who are willing to buy such things. We can go to Booty Bay later when there is a chance."
Gerred nodded and said, "Let's set off first. If we don't leave soon, we won't be able to reach Eastvale Inn before dark."