Azeroth Monster Manual

“Why… why are you here?”

Aier rubbed his forehead and said helplessly, because he knew that this “Golden Legend” in front of him was not a gift, but a huge trouble.

‘Use your little brain, long ears. If you can please me, I will bestow upon you the supreme arcane authority,’ Elune whispered.

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“Forget it. A poor worm summoned by the Blue Dragonflight, an arcane lord sealed for tens of thousands of years, don't even mention the authority of the arcane.”

“It's 13,284 years…”

Elune's voice was a little hoarse. It was hard to imagine that an elemental lord with endless arcane power had been sealed in a small staff for more than 10,000 years.

Aier clicked his tongue and, ignoring the purple staff in front of him who was lost in memories, he looked sadly at the robes on his body that had been torn by the previous Finger of Death.

[Belovoir's Blessing] Status: Damaged

This robe had another name in the game in his previous life called [Belovoir's Last Gamble].

The yellow text below read: “During the Third War, Archmage Belovoir Salornar of Quel'Thalas did one last thing when the city fell: he teleported Countess Liadrin to a safe place.”

Now that the First War has not yet begun and Belovoir has not yet died in battle, this robe was naturally given to Aier, who was about to travel far away, by Belovoir.

The yellow text below has also changed to:

“Given to my beloved grandson - Aier Salornar. You are my pride, the light in my heart. I hope you will never trigger the special effect of this robe. May you be with the sun - Belovoir”

“I am still too weak. Sargeras, I will not let you go!”

Aier thought of the Scourge of Quel'Thalas in the game in his previous life, and he gnashed his silver teeth and swore silently in his heart.

‘Such lofty aspirations at such a young age remind me of my first master, Merritt…

He was just like this when he was young… Ah, I'm sorry, please forgive the mutterings of a lonely old man. After all, reminiscing about the past is his last entertainment.’ Elune said quietly.

“That bitch… I mean, that fine guardian, Aegwynn, where is she?”

“Ha, I've wanted to call her a bitch for a long time. Such a spoiled and reckless, such a willful and crazy woman. I really hate her to the bone. Boy, maybe we have something in common?”

Aier: I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense.

“I thought I was going to die when you were hit by Sargeras just now. What terrifying magic, as expected of the Dark Titan…” Elune babbled.

Aier frowned and, ignoring the talkative staff, he took out the epic dagger [Sunburn] that the Sun King had given him before his departure and began to gesture at the wound on his lower body.

“Puchi, puchi…”

“You impolite brat, are you even listening to me…”

After Elune spoke for a long time and saw that the long-eared elf beside him didn't respond, he moved to in front of Aier, who had his back to him.

“Are you trying to kill yourself? Boy…”

Looking at the elven boy who picked up the dagger and cut his wound, Elune trembled in a very human-like way.

“Keep talking…”

Aier gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot. While signaling Elune not to stop, he cut the wound that was about to heal.

Purplish-black pus dripped from the charred wound, falling on the damp soil, and soon completely dyed the small piece of land below him red.

“Good boy. Although I am just an emotionless elemental lord, it looks very painful. Hiss, I feel like my arcane core is about to have static electricity.”

“Just as you fell, that bitch silently cast dozens of Arcane Missiles, but unfortunately, this grandpa terminated her magic circuit, leaving her with nothing to show for it. You didn't see the crazy woman's frustrated expression, it was really touching…”

Elune's staff shook back and forth like it was having a seizure, seeming to express its joyful emotions.

“It's a pity that the crazy woman is too powerful. She gathered more than a dozen legendary mages, um, that is, archmages, and the final guardian created by gathering the full magic power of more than a dozen archmages is no joke.

I wanted to see the crazy woman in a mess, but I didn't expect that the Dark Titan would be defeated by her in no time, and even his corpse was taken to the south by her, which is really disappointing.”

“Oh? Then why did you come here with me?” Aier asked, his forehead veins bulging, enduring the pain as if to distract himself.

“Hey, hey, hey, don't die on me, kid. There aren't many mortals who suit my temper like you.”

“Don't worry, I won't die. Keep talking, hiss…”

Aier let out a shrill low roar, and the pale fingers grasping the hilt of the knife were already stained red with blood.

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“Okay, as you wish.

When Aegwynn fought Sargeras, she was not unscathed. Sargeras's Mind Blast momentarily collapsed Aegwynn's spirit.

I took the opportunity to escape while she was distracted and hid nearby. After you woke up, I followed you to this place.”

Cold sweat oozed from Aier's forehead and dripped onto the handsome face. He trembled all over as if he was about to release something.

“Crackling”

Continuous subtle noises came from Aier's scarred and broken lower body, causing Elune's staff to tremble slightly.

‘Although I don't know what he is doing, but… this long-eared elf… is really terrifying,’ Elune said with lingering fear.

“Drink!”

With a loud roar, Aier's broken lower body miraculously began to squirm. In less than a moment, it recovered unscathed. The newly grown skin was covered with sticky liquid, and the pale white skin indicated that this was not an illusion.

[Limb Regeneration] Activated!

“Hoo… hoo… hoo” Aier gasped for breath, lying flat on the ground, not caring about his exposed lower body. The weak him didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

“Hehe, hehe, haha, hahaha.”

The joyful laughter grew louder and louder. Aier's eyebrows curved until he couldn't breathe, and then he stopped laughing.

‘I thought I was the God of War Kakarot, but I didn't expect to become a babysitter Piccolo.’

“Are you a deformed child of the Zandalari trolls?”

Aier: Do you have any manners?

Aier, who had just recovered a bit of strength, took out a change of clothes from his space backpack and put them on. He leaned against the tree trunk beside him and gasped for breath, recalling some past events.

In the past five years, Aier felt that the most correct thing he had done was to capture the Loa Lord of the Amani trolls - Egilsong alive.

Although he had killed 7 troll assassins five years ago, the dead research material was greatly discounted after all. So, he, who had obtained huge dividends from that large speech, decided to go to Zul'Aman, the capital of the Amani trolls.

The process went smoothly. Relying on his powerful body that far surpassed ordinary epic warriors, coupled with the [High Stealth] he had obtained from Sangunel.

Aier easily captured the Eagle God Egilsong. On the way back, he also helped Sergeant Aqiang repel a small group of troll invaders.

[Monster Illustrated Book: Amani Troll has been activated]

[Your teaching material +1]

[You have obtained a divine gene] (Eagle)

[Your brain domain development has increased by 1%]

[You have comprehended Troll Regeneration] (Enhanced version)

So, today Aier has limb regeneration.

Aier: Egilsong, thank you eight generations of your ancestors.

He took out a pill that he had just taken from his backpack and stuffed it into his mouth.

In less than a moment, Aier regained his vitality. He moved his newly recovered body vigorously, with no sign of the half-dead look he had just had.

“A narrow escape must be followed by good fortune. Let me see what good things this old boy Sargeras can drop for me. I think Finger of Death is not bad.”

[Your murloc material has been consumed]

[Randomly extract 10% of the target's attributes]

[You have obtained 10% Intelligence of the Fallen Titan Sargeras (pseudo)] (Click to claim)

“I'm rich, I'm rich.”

Aier's eyes rolled back and he almost fainted. Happiness came so suddenly.

“Although it is just an incarnation of the Dark Titan, he is still someone who can wrestle with the Guardian Aegwynn. That is a demigod of pure gold and silver.

Dozens of archmages were used as fuel to feed such a demigod powerhouse. Moreover, the Guardian is a family tradition, and it goes without saying how strong the magic power of generations of archmages is.”

“What kind of madness are you having, kid?” Elune asked suspiciously. The long-eared elf in front of him had been acting strangely since he recovered.

“Get out of the way, I'm going to start showing off.”

Elune: …

This book will be put on a trial recommendation for the first time at 2:00 p.m. tomorrow, with 18,000 words. Although it is an ant recommendation (popular recommendation), it is estimated that not many people will see it. After all, it is a niche recommendation and it's about Warcraft. But I still hope that the old men who like this book can give two recommendation tickets and click on the collection. I don't have any thoughts about the results. I just want more friends who like Warcraft and love Azeroth to be able to see this book.

Thank you~