Azeroth Monster Manual

Pressing a blue button, El exited the cockpit of the Null Model.

The robot's massive chest and abdomen slowly opened, revealing a unique cockpit inside, filled with not only precision instruments but also various daily necessities and research equipment.

The Null Model's size surpassed even Mosh, making the entire mech a mobile fortress for the young man.

"It's my turn, my turn!"

Hemit's short, stubby figure ran incredibly fast, disappearing up the mountain in a flash.

Amidst the adventurers' envious gazes, the dwarf nimbly jumped into the mech.

"Look at this!"

Hemit excitedly fiddled with the controls inside the cockpit, causing the Null Model to move erratically like a drunken man, shaking its head and stomping its feet, turning the entire camp upside down.

Enjoying the exclamations of the adventurers in the distance, Hemit, lightheaded, pressed a red button.

"Buzz!"

A huge buzzing sound rang out, and the Null Model's recurve foot bow retracted with a click, replaced by a burst of orange-red flames.

The mech began to slowly levitate under the recoil of the powerful kinetic energy.

Hemit shouted with excitement, cheering wildly in the cockpit, his face flushed, but the good times didn't last long…

After the kinetic energy device finished its warm-up, the entire mech shot into the sky. The dwarf frantically manipulated the controls, but his unfamiliarity meant he had no ability to control the Null Model. The mech named Tyrant Behemoth was completely out of control.

The clouds in the sky were torn to shreds by the Null Model's back-and-forth collisions, the entire mech flying around haphazardly like a headless fly.

The adventurers at the foot of the mountain initially watched the Null Model's reckless advance with great interest, thinking the old dwarf was showing off, but when the mech made an ultra-low-altitude dive, skimming over their heads, everyone realized one thing: the old dwarf had messed up.

So, the crowd at the foot of the mountain began to flee, but the Null Model seemed to have its own consciousness, accurately flying over the heads of the fleeing adventurers every time.

It was hard not to suspect that Hemit was using his position to retaliate after hearing people badmouthing him behind his back.

……

The Null Model dove and climbed, indulging its nature like a mischievous child. El observed all of this with interest, not only not stopping it but also taking out a small notebook.

His azure eyes were coated with a layer of deep blue. Hypermnesia activated silently, and El quickly recorded something.

"Maximum climb rate… initial observation is 695 meters per second…"

"Maximum turning angular velocity is about 65° per second, feels like there's still room for improvement…"

"Speed, well, it's not bad… 5 Mach is already the limit. A flight speed of three times the speed of sound should be enough to dodge most instant-cast spells. Well, if it's Death Finger, never mind."

The young man raised his head and began to count silently in his mind. He was calculating the time.

As time passed, the Null Model's speed began to slow down, and the original orange flames from the thrusters under its feet began to sputter intermittently, making 'puff puff puff' sounds. It was running out of energy.

'Full power flight only lasts 43 minutes? If the weapon system is used, this time will be greatly reduced.'

El frowned and pondered, but after a long time, he still couldn't think of any way to improve it.

The mech, originally flying at an altitude of thousands of meters, was just a tiny dot in people's eyes. If they didn't look closely, they wouldn't even notice its existence. But now, this small dot began to gradually enlarge, and people fled in terror.

"Forget it. I originally wanted to test whether a fall from a 3,000-meter altitude would damage the Null Model, but considering the limited time and the fact that I haven't designed a reasonable shock absorption device, for Hemit's life, let's put it aside for now."

Hemit: Thank you, Master…

The young man sighed, his eyes flashing with inexplicable brilliance as he stared at the behemoth falling from the sky.

'Knowing the Null Model's weight is about 100 tons, applying the formula for gravitational acceleration.'

'The energy generated by the explosion of 1 kilogram of TNT is 4.2 * 10 ^ 6 joules. From the gravitational potential energy Ep = mgh, we get: Ep = 100000kg * 10 (gravitational acceleration taken as 3) * 3000m, which is approximately equal to 300,000 joules'

"Hiss… 300,000 joules of energy. If this thing really falls, it'll be more powerful than a 60kg TNT explosion!"

El gasped, his expression grave, and he called upon all the telekinetic power he could muster.

The young man's eyes rolled back, his veins bulging, and his entire body trembled.

"I wonder if I can withstand it…"

No sooner said than done, in the blink of an eye, the Null Model had already fallen to an altitude of 1,500 meters. If no one stopped it, in less than ten seconds, the entire Marshall Camp would be razed to the ground.

1000 meters, the Null Model was still accelerating

800 meters… …

600 meters… …

……

Until 200 meters, when people could already see the bright gold and red patterns on the mech and let out desperate screams, the Null Model began to decelerate, but this slight deceleration was just a drop in the bucket, because it was still falling rapidly.

100 meters…

50 meters…

30 meters…

5 meters…

El's entire delicate, snow-white face began to flush with blood, capillaries bursting under his skin, dyeing it with large patches of bruises, but fortunately, it… stopped.

Some of the taller buildings in Marshall Camp had already been crushed into powder by the Null Model's hard armor, including El's alchemy workshop.

Will. Fist, standing at 3.5 meters tall, was now staring blankly upwards, his bull eyes wide, watching the terrifying barbs that were about to pierce his eye sockets, afraid to move.

A foul, fishy smell wafted from the tauren's body, and yellow liquid flowed down his hooves. Several unconscious unlucky people beside him didn't have the fortune to witness this, otherwise, they could add another topic of conversation around the campfire on some dark night.

After a long time, the tauren let out a miserable cry and ran away without looking back, covering his rough face, sobbing all the way.

"Wuwu… Mom, the outside world is too dangerous, I'll never go out to explore again… Wuwuwu"

Edwin VanCleef, who was still playing in the mud in Elwynn Forest, would never know that he had permanently lost his right-hand man.

……

The weak El was supported by the guilty old dwarf. This was the after-effect of overusing telekinesis.

Telekinesis, in the end, still requires a strong mental foundation. If the mental strength reaches its limit, it can cause anything from dizziness and nausea to coma and brain death.

El heartbrokenly took out a full 5,000 gold coins from his spatial backpack. This was compensation for the damage the old dwarf had caused to Marshall Camp.

Willid's face, originally ashen, suddenly brightened up. He burst out with incomparable enthusiasm, his face flushed as he grabbed El's hand and shook it不停摇晃, almost wanting to write the elven youth into his family genealogy.

"This is the price of 50 bottles of Gengkela, or 6.25 bottles of Gengkela 2.0. Because of this damned dwarf, I've lost so many little darlings. It's truly heartbreaking, old man…"

The young man clutched his left chest as if he was about to have a myocardial infarction, scaring Hemit into tears, beating his chest and stomping his feet, cursing himself. He thought El was having a relapse of a hidden illness and was about to die.

"What the hell are you wailing about? I'm not dead yet!"

El angrily kicked the mischievous dwarf in the butt, sending Hemit tumbling like an old woman crawling into bed.

Willid rubbed his nose awkwardly. He seemed to think of something and hurriedly took out a crumpled letter from his inner pocket.

"Lord El, I found this letter on the corpse of an adventurer. He died in the swamp of Un'Goro Crater on the way to Tanaris…

When I found him, the corpse had already begun to rot, so it must have been a long time ago. Although I don't recognize Thalassian, I did find this in his luggage…"

As Willid spoke, he took out a delicate emblem from his backpack.

It was a golden phoenix insignia, so exquisitely crafted and ornately styled that El recognized it at a glance. It was the family crest of the Sunstrider family, which only royalty could possess.

'His Majesty Anasterian? No, His Majesty's keepsake should also be adorned with the symbol of Silvermoon City. Then, this insignia…'

El thought as he took the crumpled letter from Willid, tore open the envelope, and began to read.

The entire letter was written in Thalassian, each stroke ending with an elegant curve. The ornate script made the young man somewhat lost in thought.

"To my beloved mentor, El. Salona, greetings.

— From your most devout apprentice, Kael'thas. Sunstrider"

PS: Thank you to Qian Lengfeng for the reward, you are generous.

The Un'Goro chapter ends here, the popular plot is coming soon~