In the afternoon, I fished with Gerred and several local middle-aged people for the whole afternoon. Although there was no harvest, I finally had a good view of the beauty of the Stillwater Lake. And I also heard many interesting mythological stories.
For example, the monster of Stillwater Lake, the mermaid by the lake and so on.
The locals tell these things as legends. But Jess knows that these things should be true.
The so-called monster of Stillwater Lake. The locals describe that monster as a huge strange fish. Every time it appears, there will be heavy rain and a storm will blow on the lake. Even the orcs are extremely frightened.
Jess knows that in the game, it is a plesiosaur living at the bottom of the lake. Jess looks at the lake surface that extends almost out of sight. The profound and unknowable mystery makes it hard for him to imagine what the real monster in the water here looks like.
As for mermaids, they are very likely to be naga water demons lurking here.
The residents of Lakeshire also know that they cannot go alone to the waters too far from the town. Not only are these legends chilling, but more importantly, Stillwater Lake is also the largest murloc habitat in the entire Stormwind Kingdom. The murlocs living here can build another kingdom.
Murlocs, these small monsters with frog-like legs and arms but carrying a huge finned fish head, are a specialty of the waters of Azeroth.
Some people say that they are the servants of the naga. Some people say that they are the distorted worshippers of evil gods. Some people say that they are the most primitive and earliest inhabitants of Azeroth and the transitional intelligent creatures that first came to the ground from the sea.
In short, murlocs do not communicate with any other races and do not live with any outsiders. But they have their own social logic and can even control magic. All other races can do is stay as far away from them as possible.
In the real Azeroth world, Redridge Mountains are not just this small mountain area around Lakeshire at all. Instead, from the coast of Stormwind City, north to Blackrock Mountain and south to Karazhan, the large mountain area is all part of Redridge Mountains.
People in Stormwind City like to call this place Redridge Mountains because they live in Elwynn Forest. To come here, they need to pass through some valleys of the Redridge Mountains. And people here prefer to call this place the Stillwater Lake Valley.
Listening to various rumors and small stories about Redridge Mountains, and then looking at the continuous Redridge Mountains in the distance, Jess increasingly feels that finding a hidden orc in such mountains is extremely difficult.
He looked at the float of his fishing rod and asked Gerred beside him, "In the morning, you said there were clues about that orc. What clues are there? Why not talk about it now."
"That orc is a lover of river delicacies." Gerred said: "The local militia in Lakeshire has been eyeing him for a long time. Those people say that he is very good at fishing. The fish he catches in an hour or two..."
He lowered his voice and avoided the several fishing companions not far away and said, "It's more than what all the amateur fishermen here catch in the afternoon combined."
Gerred said with confidence: "He likes to catch fish on cloudy days, especially when it rains... It has been cloudy here in Redridge Mountains these two days. The scholars in the town say it is likely to rain tomorrow. Then we will go to that lakeshore and wait for him."
"The militia tracked him. Didn't he find out?" Jess asked in some doubt: "Are orcs so unvigilant?"
"He is a spellcaster, not a hunter." Gerred said: "If it were those orc scouts, it would be impossible for the militiamen here to find them. That mage may think that no one has found him and plans to live in seclusion here."
"Since he is not a hunter, why is he so good at catching fish?" Jess asked.
"Use magic." Gerred said: "Didn't I tell you that these people think he is a mage? It's because they saw him catch fish with magic! He stands by the river and chants spells, and the fish in the lake will be killed by magic. He just needs to go into the water and pick them up, just like picking fruits grown in the field."
Jess frowned. He always felt that this description had an indescribable sense of familiarity. What magic can kill fish in the water? Ice magic to cool down the water? Or is the corrosion spell spread into the water?
Gerred interrupted his thoughts and said: "According to the people in the militia, some fish can't even die. When he catches them, they are still lively. You said that a mage who can't even kill fish. What's so terrifying?"
"I'm not sure." Jess said thoughtfully.
"I've fought mages, Jess." Gerred said: "As long as you are fast enough and force your way beside him before he can think of what spell to chant, he will be as stupid as a fish slapped on the shore. Even if you encounter a powerful mage, such as an elf, the spells that can quickly harm you must also be chanted. At that time, just shoot an arrow through his mouth. Do you know why there are so many mages on the battlefield, but there are very few mages traveling alone? That's the reason. If you let those mages stand far away and leave space, they can exert terrible power. But once they are approached, they are very vulnerable."
At this point, the dwarf tilted his head and said: "There are exceptions. For example, the prince of Quel'Thalas, that old thing. I think he has lived for at least 800 years. I'm sure I can't beat him with a sword. Of course, it's impossible for us to meet an orc chieftain or his son in the wild, right? For example, someone like Gul'dan. If that orc's magic is really so powerful, why doesn't he attack Stonefort by himself? After such a long time, he just stays there and catches fish?"
"I still think your and the militia's judgments are too subjective." Jess said.
"Whether it's me or the local militia, we have really fought against orcs. But there is another situation." Gerred added: "As you said before, people here mistake an orc warlock for a mage. That may be a bit more troublesome. Although as far as I know, warlocks may have even worse means of self-protection than mages. But after all, I haven't had many chances to encounter a warlock one-on-one. No one can say for sure what's going on."
He stared at Jess and emphasized: "I mean encountering a real warlock."
Jess gave him a blank look and said: "I brought three bottles of Shadow Protection Potions. The effect can last for an hour. When we really meet that orc, we can each drink a bottle."
"You actually thought of the possibility that we might have to deal with an orc warlock and made preparations in advance?" Gerred was surprised.
"It was originally for dealing with gnolls."
Jess remembers that there are many gnoll spellcasters in Redridge Mountains. A gnoll tribe called Darkpelt has a large number of warlocks. I just didn't expect that before encountering them, I would have to use it to deal with orcs first.
"It's all the same." Gerred said: "Great. Now I feel much more at ease. Mages are easy to deal with. Warlocks have a precaution. Then tomorrow will be a piece of cake. At that time, let these rookies in Lakeshire see our strength!"
Anyway, Jess doesn't know what strength this pair of them has that is worth showing to an orc.