Azeroth Monster Manual

The sky was just beginning to lighten, with a few stars still scattered across the deep, pale sky.

The boy lay on his side on the Simmons mattress, covered with a thin blanket.

He seemed to be having a sweet dream, his lips as warm and jade-like, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, a faint smile on his delicate face, as comfortable and pleasant as the May sunshine.

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The noisy sounds outside the window startled the boy from his sweet dream.

After stretching and washing up, Ayr walked out of his room, where Hermit and Willid had been waiting for a long time.

"Master, did you sleep well last night?"

Willid smiled somewhat obsequiously. Since witnessing the boy's power, his attitude had taken a 180° turn.

"Did you take care of the things I told you to do?"

"Of course, of course. At 9:00 AM, in the center square of the camp. I've already notified everyone. I believe many people will come to watch your professional class."

Ayr remained noncommittal, simply nodding slightly, and went to prepare the 'handouts' needed for the upcoming course.

…

"Did you hear? It seems a master is coming to teach today."

"Stop bragging, Joseph. Instead of worrying about the old men's after-dinner entertainment, you should go hunt for some good pelts."

"Alas, I've decided to go back to Lakeside Town to farm next month. Those damn plants are already climbing towards my bedside…"

The central square was bustling with people, with all sorts of races gathered here, some whispering to each other, others engaging in lively discussions.

But if you listened carefully to what they were discussing, it was nothing more than the blood petal flowers spreading like a virus, and more than 80% of the people were pessimistic about the future of the camp.

Ayr and his party strolled towards the center of the square, and as they walked, all the races paid attention to him.

"That's… an elf? Holy Light above, I actually saw a legendary elf on the other side of the world. Today is truly Old Martin's lucky day."

"I hate that long-eared pretty boy. He must be a big shot. Will hates big shots."

…

Ayr ignored the noisy crowd and went straight to the makeshift platform.

"That minotaur, yes, I'm talking about you, stand in the back."

Ayr unceremoniously pushed the tall minotaur, who was blocking everyone's view, to the last row.

"Oh my god, he actually provoked Mr. Heavy Punch. It looks like that kid's going to get punched."

"Confident women are the most beautiful, confident long-ears get punched, haha, this is going to be a good show."

Ayr's actions were like cold water poured into hot oil, and the crowd began to clamor.

Will Heavy Punch: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

"Wah! He pushed me! I'm going to find my mommy!"

The black-skinned minotaur covered his eyes and rushed out of the crowd, wailing, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Crowd: …

Ayr: The effect of charming humans seems a little off?

"Ahem, please be quiet."

A magical aura flashed on Ayr's right hand, and everyone below the stage only felt that some wonderful change had taken place, but they couldn't sense it for a moment.

A dark purple field of silence enveloped the top of everyone's heads, and the originally noisy square immediately became silent, with only surprised eyes.

"Alright, in order to make this class more effective, please forgive me for doing a little trick on you. After the class is over, the field of silence will disappear."

Ayr gave a perfunctory elven noble salute. For these mixed adventurers, explaining this much was the limit of what he could do.

"Mr. Marshall invited me here to solve everyone's current predicament. To make a long story short, let's start the class!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ayr took an iron cage from Hermit below the stage. In the cage, one could vaguely see the rampant plants baring their fangs and claws.

"Given everyone's cultural literacy, I will only give a simple explanation here…"

Ayr took out the plant from the cage, and the blood petal flower, which had just been restless, immediately calmed down.

"This semi-elemental creature, the blood petal flower, possesses all the characteristics of a plant, but it has a special ability - it continuously releases a special gas during photosynthesis. I believe many people have smelled this smell…

Although this smell is not a good experience for most people."

Ayr smiled as he watched the crowd below nodding unconsciously, and continued.

"But if there is a caster here, they will realize that this gas is not a harmful substance. On the contrary, its effect is useless for physical professionals, but for casters…"

The crowd below unconsciously focused their attention, watching the elven boy writing and drawing on the blackboard.

"For casters, it is a rare treasure…"

"This gas can accelerate the meditation quality of casters. According to my speculation, under the nourishment of this gas, the meditation speed will also increase by 1.8 - 3.2 times…"

The flames in the eyes of the adventurers began to burn. Ayr knew that it was the taste of greed. In his previous life, as long as there were enough benefits, even demigods could be overturned by the footmen, and greedy adventurers were, in a sense, even more terrifying beings than footmen.

"Hold on, I'm not finished yet."

Ayr reached out and pointed to the adventurers in the back row who wanted to leave the crowd.

"The preciousness of this plant has been said. Next, I will talk about its troublesome characteristics.

As we all know, this rampant plant is a gregarious creature. Its sharp four-petaled mouth can easily bite off the palm of an adult human, except for minotaurs…"

Will Heavy Punch: Mommy, why is that long-ear always targeting me?

"And its corrosive mucus, if you get it on you, you'll lose a layer of skin even if you don't die.

Imagine, if you encounter a single blood petal flower, it may not be your opponent, but what if there are dozens or hundreds? I believe everyone knows that I am not exaggerating."

As soon as Ayr finished speaking, the adventurers who had just wanted to leave broke out in cold sweats and obediently stood back in their original positions to continue listening.

Ayr took out a small bottle from his space backpack. The light yellow liquid in the crystal bottle reflected a dazzling light under the sunlight.

"And this 'Golden Fertilizer' potion that I made and developed can perfectly solve this problem…"

Ayr smiled mysteriously and released the blood petal flower. As soon as this rampant plant gained its freedom, it began to scurry around.

Corrosive saliva dripped from its cracked mouth, leaving small holes in the wooden platform, scaring the adventurers below to take a step back.

If it weren't for the existence of the field of silence, the wailing and screaming of these softies would probably break through the sky, Ayr thought maliciously.

Unflustered, he used a confinement spell to fix the blood petal flower in place. The rampant plant frantically slammed against the transparent barrier, but the golden cylinder remained motionless, exceptionally strong.

This spell was a binding spell that Ayr had learned from the high priest Fondror, and after his magic modification, it had a new version.

Gently pouring out a drop of the light yellow liquid from the crystal bottle, Ayr brought the drop of liquid close to the blood petal flower in the confinement spell as if stroking a lover.

Strangely enough, the originally rampant blood petal flower suddenly became docile, and its four split mouths slowly released a smoke-like gas, choking Ayr to cough repeatedly.

"I was careless, the smell of this thing is as unpleasant as ever…"

"A drop of Golden Fertilizer can keep the blood petal flower in its current state for one natural day, non-toxic and harmless.

Everyone has seen the effect. Well, the class is over. If you have any questions, you can contact my store manager Hermit Nesingwary. Classmates, class dismissed…"

Ayr removed the field of silence and left this place of right and wrong in a flash.

"Pfft."

The silence, which lasted for 3 seconds, was broken, and people rushed madly towards the bewildered Hermit.

"Mr. Hermit, please give me a bottle of Golden Fertilizer. Money is not a problem."

"Get out of my way, I want all the Golden Fertilizer!"

"Don't push… I was here first, you bastard!"

The situation began to get out of control, with fanaticism and greed on the faces of the adventurers. They punched and kicked each other, just to buy a bottle of Golden Fertilizer from Hermit.

"Don't fight, don't fight, Old Hermit's bones are going to break, oh my god, my beard, who's grabbing my beautiful beard…"

Hermit didn't have time to escape and was knocked to the ground by the swarming adventurers.

It's unknown who started it first, but the scramble turned into a brawl, and Hermit was punched hard in the face several times, and even a few clumps of his beautiful black beard were plucked out.

…

"Golden Fertilizer, Golden Fertilizer, the mage needs it ~"

"Ah, who are you?"

Ayr was humming a ditty, preparing lunch, when he saw a bruised and swollen dwarf walk in the door.

"的 扔 ，宁哭 啃 餐 哦 了" (Master, you have screwed me over.)

Hermit held orders higher than his chest and choked with sobs in front of Ayr.

Hermit: So, love disappears, right?