Azeroth Monster Manual

Under the silent night sky, the three of them sat around a bonfire chatting idly.

If one observed closely, they would notice that Aire and the two women mostly played the role of listeners, while the soulstone in the young man's hand was the true speaker.

A faint purple light flickered from time to time, and Meteri's desolate and ethereal voice echoed in the ruins. Perhaps it was because he had been imprisoned for too long, or perhaps he hadn't fully awakened from the joy of regaining his sanity, but the legendary mage seemed particularly talkative.

From ancient secrets to the scandalous anecdotes of queens, Meteri could recount them all in detail. Although Aire had no interest in Azshara's private life, he didn't want to offend this senior.

In contrast, Lianda and the little maid listened with great interest, their pretty faces flushed with excitement.

"Cough, cough!"

Seeing the faint light of dawn, Aire had no choice but to interrupt the interaction between the three.

"Mr. Meteri, now that things have come to this, I wonder what your plans are for the future?"

After hearing Aire's question, the purple soulstone remained silent for a long time before saying:

"Ten thousand years have passed, and there is only one thing I want to know now."

Aire signaled the two women not to speak, and then gently said to the soulstone in his hand:

"Please speak."

"The Night Elf Empire is now…"

Meteri's voice trembled slightly, and he stopped abruptly after only saying half a sentence.

Although he didn't finish his sentence, Aire could still detect a hint of timidity and hesitation in his tone. This was a wanderer who had been away from home for ten thousand years, and even more so, a lost traveler hesitant to approach his homeland.

Aire pondered for a long time before deciding to tell the truth. Although he had never traveled to the land of the Night Elves in this life, the memories of his previous life were still vivid in his mind.

"Ten thousand years ago, after you left the mainstream society of the Night Elves, our Quel'dorei's first king, Dath'Remar Sunstrider, led a group of Highborne away from Kalimdor, crossed the ocean to the Eastern Kingdoms, and created the kingdom of Quel'Thalas…"

Aire began to recount the history from the end of the War of the Ancients ten thousand years ago. Among them, he focused on introducing the magical kingdom of Quel'Thalas and the magical source, the Sunwell, and described in detail the prosperity of the Quel'dorei.

Finally, he briefly recounted the Troll War and the God-Slaying journey that had occurred in the Hinterlands in the past six months.

"Truly… unbelievable."

The soulstone was silent for a long time before speaking intermittently.

The various events that had occurred over the past ten thousand years, as described by Aire, were like a dream, beautiful and fantastical. The impact on this old antique from ten thousand years ago was simply too great.

"Mr. Meteri, what are your plans now?"

"I… I may need to study for a while. I have been imprisoned for too long, and the world has changed too quickly. If I have the opportunity, I would still like to travel the continent as I once did, but unfortunately, this idea is just wishful thinking."

Meteri's tone became somewhat melancholic. Traveling the world was indeed not an easy task for an undead.

"Perhaps I can help you."

The young man's mouth revealed a sly smile. After brewing for so long, this moment had finally arrived.

"Perhaps you can join our organization and serve as the chief professor. This would give you time to sort out the history of the past ten thousand years and adapt to the changes that have occurred in recent years."

The young man's tone was seductive. As soon as these words were spoken, the soulstone emitted a slight vibration, clearly indicating that the legendary wizard was already somewhat moved.

Seeing that Meteri had not responded for a long time, Aire decided to add more fuel to the fire. So, he explained the Brotherhood's philosophy and points system.

"I believe that you, as a legendary wizard, should understand the virtue of equivalent exchange. You can use your knowledge as a bargaining chip to exchange with the Brotherhood. Each time you teach a class, corresponding points will be credited to your account, until you accumulate enough points, then I will help you reshape your body."

"Is… is this true?"

After hearing Aire's words, Meteri's voice finally lost its initial hesitation and became excited.

"Of course, I swear by my surname. Of course, reshaping the body is not resurrection. I believe that with your understanding of magic, you should have heard of the forbidden magic of reincarnation rituals, right?"

Aire played with the soulstone in his hand, speaking with a slightly contented tone. Now that things had come to this, the young man's plan was eighty percent complete.

"Are you talking about a Lich?"

Meteri asked doubtfully.

"That's right. Resurrection is something that even Empress Alexstrasza herself may not be able to accomplish. Reincarnation as a Lich is the best option. Isn't that good? After becoming a Lich, you can travel the continent and study magic as you did five thousand years ago. In any case, it's better than your current ghostly body, right?"

The soulstone once again fell into silence, but this time it didn't make Aire wait long.

"I cannot refuse your proposal…"

"Welcome, Professor Meteri."

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The young man's face revealed a triumphant smile. The newly established Brotherhood was currently in a period of rapid development. Having such a living fossil from the War of the Ancients to help him teach apprentices was simply twice the result with half the effort.

This was a win-win deal!

And just like that, Aire had harvested the most important 'trophy' in this Troll War.

… …

Half a month later, it was early spring in the Hinterlands, a time when grasses grew and birds flew, and all things thawed.

The war in Arathi was nearing its end. The two-thousand-strong Allied Forces led by Salorean, together with the 100,000-strong Stromgarde Highland Army led by King Thoras Trollbane, had completely surrounded the village of Revantusk, implementing the siege strategy advocated by Aire.

Days passed, and with the rapid decline in the trolls' supplies, this protracted, half-year-long Troll War was coming to an end.

At this time, Aire had handed over command of the army to Salorean, while he himself was stationed in the Hinterlands, and the remaining 30,000 Allied soldiers were overseeing the 200,000 prisoners in the reconstruction work of Jintha'Alor and Zul'Mashar.

… …

"Hurry up! Revantusk scum! If you slack off again, I'll break your tusks!"

A green-faced Evilbranch troll, wearing a set of excellent quality leather armor, was waving a leather whip, arrogantly directing a team of troll slaves to carry stones.

And under his feet was a Revantusk slave who was constantly wailing, with large stones scattered all over the ground.

Just then, a one-eyed troll wearing an Ar'cleron Robe arrived here with a group of followers. Seeing the wailing slave under the overseer's feet, the one-eyed troll quickly and painfully helped up the slave lying on the ground, and then righteously said to the overseer.

"Lord Aire once said that we must break free from the shackles and fight again for ourselves, for the future of the entire clan! Although these prisoners have committed all kinds of mistakes, these mistakes are not entirely their fault, but the mistakes of that corrupt, decadent, and filthy old clan!

They are just the pitiful victims of the old era. As long as they listen to Lord Aire, work hard, study diligently, and under the light of Aire, these prisoners may not be able to be promoted to third-class citizens and become pillars of the clan in the future!"

"It's… it's the Black Magister."

The overseer wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his eyes full of admiration.

"How many times have I said it, don't call me the Black Magister! Please call me Comrade Kima!"

All the overseers and slaves were awed upon hearing Kima's words.