The Old Man Chasing a Young Woman

Chapter 47: The Old Man Chasing a Young Woman

Thanks to Yanling Dieluo, Ji—Yuehua Zhishang, and Piaomiao Aohutian for their tips.

Heavy clouds gathered overhead, pitch-black and oppressive to anyone who looked up. Howling sea winds swept constantly through Southshore. In technical terms, the town was affected by ocean monsoons, and its residents had long since grown used to these raging gales.

The wind raged, and lightning danced incessantly.

"It's going to rain," Ulysses said, standing beside Rex and watching the dark sky and the silver serpents flashing through it.

"That's good news for us." Rex stretched his arms, a gleam flashing in his eyes, and continued, "Once the rain starts, the Fire Elementals in the surrounding air will drop to a minimum. The Ogre Mages in the Orc army will become considerably less of a threat."

"I still feel uneasy about this battle," Ulysses said.

"We'll win this battle. Don't let stray worries get into your head," Rex said firmly.

"Prince Rex, the people from Dalaran have arrived," a burly man said respectfully as he approached.

"Come on. Let's see who Dalaran sent." Rex strode toward the center of Southshore, where the Portal stood. The town's streets were deserted, with none of their usual bustle. The few passersby wore solemn expressions. Even after receiving Rex's reinforcements, the Southshore Mayor had not relaxed his vigilance against the approaching Orc army and continued recruiting able-bodied young men in large numbers. The wealthy might have fled, but their escape had not come without a price.

The Southshore Mayor did not dare stop them, but he could certainly bleed their purses. That spared him any worries about weapons for his new recruits.

Southshore was not a large town. Hastily assembling two thousand militia was the limit of what it could manage. With the two thousand reinforcements Rex had brought, the Southshore Mayor at least felt much more at ease and was no longer as pessimistic as he had been at first. If only Southshore had defenses like Durnholde Keep, he would not have worried even without reinforcements.

"Kael'thas." Rex looked at the figure ahead, clad in luxurious mage robes, with long, pointed ears and a trace of arrogance. His noble bearing left everyone else feeling inferior and afraid to approach him. Standing alone, he was easy to recognize, and Rex identified him at a glance.

"What's he doing here?" Rex certainly did not believe he had enough influence to summon Archmage Kael'thas, a member of the Council of Six. That simply made no sense. Still, with Kael'thas in Southshore, they had a Hero Rank powerhouse holding the fort, which greatly improved their safety. Rex was pleased; Kael'thas's arrival had increased their chances of victory by at least twenty percentage points. He instinctively glanced at the sky. A moment ago, he had been hoping for rain to reduce the Fire Elementals around Southshore. Now he had changed his mind. It would be better if the rain never came.

What ability had made Archmage Kael'thas memorable to countless players? Any max-level player could give you the answer.

Summon Phoenix!

Rex recalled his glorious days, mouse in hand and fingers on the keyboard, farming for years. That phoenix had been stubborn as hell, refusing to produce a single offspring. Time and again, he had gone in full of anticipation and left disappointed.

It had always been a sore spot for Rex. He had farmed for so many years that he had ended up transmigrating, and it still had not dropped. He remembered feeling an urge to kill Kael'thas for the phoenix drop when he first saw him in Dalaran. After weighing the difference in their strength, however, Rex had decisively abandoned the idea.

"Rex!" Kael'thas still wore that punchable expression, coolly polite without a hint of warmth. He greeted Rex, then stood off to one side without another word. The atmosphere immediately turned chilly.

Rex was no fool. By now, how could he fail to see that Kael'thas was waiting for someone? There were plenty of people in the kingdom of the High Elves whom Kael'thas might wait for, but in Dalaran, there were scarcely two. Antonidas was one, but he would never come to Southshore. That naturally left the other: Jaina.

As that analysis flashed through Rex's mind, the Portal began to shine. A woman stepped out, her golden hair flowing in the wind. Watching Jaina emerge, Rex glanced at Kael'thas again. Fine. He had to admit that the era he had transmigrated into belonged to Jaina. She was like a fire blazing in the darkness, so bright that countless moths were drawn into it.

She had a distinguished background, beauty, and exceptional talent. At twenty years old, Jaina was already a ninth-rank mage. Any one of those qualities could have been a dazzling halo. Together, they made her a darling of heaven.

Her standing was much the same. Jaina was only Daelin Proudmoore's youngest daughter, yet whenever people mentioned Daelin Proudmoore, Jaina was the only one who came to mind. His other children were completely ignored.

Kael'thas had eagerly come running here entirely for a beautiful woman. That left Rex with a very poor impression of him. Every bit of delight he had felt upon seeing Kael'thas vanished.

You've lived for countless years, you old bastard, and now you're chasing a young woman?

After inwardly disparaging Kael'thas, Rex put on a radiant smile. Under Kael'thas's gaze, he stepped forward, opened his arms, and hugged Jaina. The brilliant smile on his face took on a peculiar edge.

Kael'thas really rubbed Rex the wrong way. He had actually come to Rex's territory to chase women. Rex could tell at a glance that Kael'thas had definitely not been on the list of mages Dalaran was sending in response to his request. He had volunteered. Ordinarily, Rex could never have ordered Kael'thas around. As a prince of the High Elves, Kael'thas held a higher position than Rex, because he was not merely a prince but also a member of the Council of Six, with the strength of an Archmage.

With Jaina here, however, things were different. Her presence could keep Kael'thas firmly in check. You can do the grunt work. Southshore needed magic arrays set up, and ordinary mages could not manage the task. Kael'thas's arrival had neatly solved that pressing problem.

His peculiar smile brought a faint look of bewilderment to Jaina's lovely face.

(End of chapter)