Azeroth Monster Manual

Quel'Thalas.

Kainnel Sunblaze's once-handsome face was pressed against the table, slightly deformed. He listlessly flipped through a knight's novel.

"This is so boring. When will this pig-farming end?

Although the pork chops are delicious, the salary is good, and the supervisor is quite pretty... Hehe... Hehehe, slurp."

Wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth, Kainnel, looking like a pig, slapped himself hard on the face.

"Ouch... I hit myself a bit too hard."

He winced in regret.

Just then, a commotion came from outside the window.

He gently stroked his swollen cheek, looking outside with curiosity. Outside the door, his fellow workers were gathered in a group, arguing excitedly about something, but their expressions revealed joy and excitement.

Kainnel put on his protective suit and helmet. This was required by Master Ayr, who said something like, 'If you don't feed the pigs properly, your family will shed tears.'

Having lived for 250 years, Kainnel was dismissive when he first came here, thinking it was the supervisor making rules in Master Ayr's name.

But when an 800-kilogram boar charged at Kainnel in a frenzy, it was too late...

Who would have thought that the 800-kilogram boar could jump three meters high and knock Kainnel unconscious?

The scene that followed was extremely bloody... ahem, extremely harmonious. After that, Kainnel couldn't hold his head up in front of his colleagues for a while.

...

Stepping out of the door, the voices of his colleagues gradually became clearer. Kainnel squeezed in with a thick face.

"Did you hear? Master Ayr is going to Dalaran before the end of the month..."

"Fake news, right? What's so good about the human magic kingdom? Can they even understand the curriculum of the Faelin Academy's children's class? Haha."

"Hahaha, Herb, your mouth is as poisonous as ever."

......

Kainnel listened to his colleagues' conversation with wide eyes...

After a long time, the crowd dispersed.

He gradually came back to his senses.

"Opportunity!"

His eyes lit up, and he jumped three feet high. Just as he was about to pack his bags and head straight to Dalaran, he stopped as if he had thought of something.

"Forget it, I should say hello to the supervisor first."

Scratching his head helplessly, Kainnel walked towards the supervisor's office.

In the year he had worked at the Arujo Ranch, Kainnel's mental journey had undergone tremendous changes.

When he first came here, he was resistant, but he couldn't argue with the inevitable. Master Ayr had personally appointed him as a pig herder, and even Dean Faeselin couldn't stop it. He could only come here dejectedly.

As time slowly passed, the life he longed for was drifting away from him. He wandered, indulged, and pondered his future path until the appearance of an elf changed everything...

An elf named John came to the Arujo Ranch.

That farmer is so unsophisticated; he probably doesn't even know what magic is, right? What a country bumpkin.

Kainnel thought to himself.

After John came to the Arujo Ranch, he worked diligently and conscientiously. He received praise from the supervisor for several consecutive months and was rewarded with an extra half-year's salary.

'What's so great about it? No matter how hard you work, you're still just a pig farmer, right?'

Kainnel kicked a stone beside his foot and thought sourly.

......

"Kainnel, why are you still here? The cafeteria is open for dinner."

John walked to Kainnel's side, who looked annoyed, holding his lunchbox.

"Get away, do you know who I am? Standing in front of you is a noble mage."

"Haha, even a mage has to eat, right?"

"The food here doesn't match my status. It's none of your business."

"Gurgle... Gurgle... Gurgle."

Kainnel turned his head away proudly, but the strange sound coming from his stomach made him lose face.

"Here, eat this. I'll get another serving."

Kainnel wanted to knock over the lunchbox and let this commoner understand the difference in status between him and himself.

But when he saw that face, he was stunned. That face, which was rare and not handsome among elves, had no sarcasm, no ill intentions, only sincerity.

Kainnel turned his back. He didn't know what was happening. Tears fell uncontrollably until he couldn't hold back anymore...

John didn't say much, just patted him gently on the shoulder, carefully placed the lunchbox at Kainnel's feet, and left silently.

When the elf was gone, he quickly picked up the lunchbox from the ground. The food in the lunchbox was very ordinary, almost like pig food to the pampered Kainnel.

Tears dripped into the lunchbox, making the originally ordinary food even more unpalatable.

But Kainnel still chewed it in big mouthfuls. For some reason, his heart felt a long-lost warmth.

......

From then on, a former farmer and a former mid-level mage, two elves from vastly different social classes, became friends.

"Kainnel, you're slacking off again."

"Shut up, you idiot, don't let the supervisor hear you."

The two, who were supposed to be on the night shift, sat on the haystack without regard for their image.

The stars were particularly bright tonight. The two lay leisurely on the haystack, looking up at the starry sky.

"Hey, John, do you have any plans for your life?"

Kainnel chewed on a dog's tail grass, without any pretense of being a mage.

"What are plans?"

"Idiot, I mean what are your plans for the future, or what are your dreams?"

"Oh, you mean that. Actually, I'm just a farmer. I don't have any big ambitions. If I had a dream, it would probably be for my daughter to graduate smoothly from the Faelin Academy's intermediate class."

"You little rascal, you even have a daughter?"

Kainnel put his arm around John's neck and joked.

"Hehe, hehe."

John didn't say anything, just smiled honestly.

"Alas, what a pity..."

Kainnel sighed.

"If I were still at the Catherine Academy, I would take care of your daughter more."

He said with regret.

"If you were still a mage at the Faelin Academy, we wouldn't be friends, would we?"

John said seriously.

"Ha, you little rascal can actually say such logical words. That's not like you at all."

Kainnel laughed loudly, but started to cry as he laughed.

John was a little at a loss. He was just an honest farmer, and he didn't know how to comfort people.

After a long time, Kainnel stopped his sadness and said calmly:

"My father was a farmer like you. My mother died early, and my father raised me single-handedly. From a young age, he told me that I must work hard, work hard, and work even harder..."

John didn't interrupt Kainnel's memories, just listened attentively.

Kainnel wiped his red and swollen eyes embarrassedly and continued:

"When I was a child, I was playful. My father enrolled me in a magic enlightenment class with Instructor Anselon, but I often skipped class to go out and play. My father rarely beat me when he found out, but I still didn't take it seriously and continued to skip class...

Until one day, a great noble from Silvermoon City wanted to requisition our land to plant blood thistle. You know blood thistle, right? Never mind, I guess you wouldn't know. Blood thistle is a highly addictive herb. Once you get hooked on it, an ordinary person's life is basically ruined...

But this herb is a luxury that nobles love, and the price is rising accordingly. Although His Majesty the King has always prohibited the planting of this herb, those greedy nobles and capitalists obviously wouldn't give up, so they set their sights on farmers like my father...

The great nobles were willing to pay a lot of money to buy our land and farms, and my father readily agreed, but just as the deal was about to be completed, my father heard from the great noble's entourage that they were going to plant blood thistle...

So, my upright father refused and scolded the great noble's lackey and drove him out of our farm..."

As he said this, Kael'thas' voice began to turn angry, and it took a long time for him to calm down before he continued:

“Later, my father was assassinated by the assassins of those great nobles, and I was fortunate enough to see him one last time…”

The elf's voice, which had just recovered its composure, was somewhat distorted:

“He said…呜…He said…呜呜, he said that this world is like this, let me…呜呜…step by step…step by step climb up, 呜…only by becoming a so-called big shot can you do what you want to do…”

… …

John calmly patted Kael'thas on the back. After a long while, he took out a notebook from the lining of his clothes and slowly opened it in front of Kael'thas.

Inside the notebook was a yellowed photograph. The family of three in the photograph were smiling brightly. John stood on the left, scratching his head in a simple and honest manner. The beautiful female elf on the right was holding his arm, and a cute little girl stood between them, playfully grabbing John's trouser leg and making a face.

There was a quiet strength in John's voice, and a trace of tenderness appeared on his rough face as he slowly said:

“This is my deceased wife—Hannah, and my daughter, Katie…”

Kael'thas, who was still crying, stopped and looked at the photo in John's hand.

“My wife died in a riot, caused by those nobles. They incited the common people… that's how my wife…”

John's expression dimmed. He gently stroked his wife's face in the photo and continued:

“But I don't hate those poor people… The damned nobles are the murderers who killed my wife.”

Kael'thas looked at John with a complicated expression. It turned out that this simple and honest, even rustic man had the same past as him.

“But I don't have the talent, nor the courage to take revenge on those nobles… I lived in a daze during that time. If Katie hadn't been by my side, I might have gone to another world to find Hannah…”

John smiled self-deprecatingly, and the pain and sadness in his expression made Kael'thas, who was sitting next to him, feel the same way.

“Later, I learned from the newspaper that Lord A'dal had been assassinated 36 times by those despicable nobles, but he still stuck to his will and continued the A'dal Breeding Grounds, a project that benefited the people…

So I decided to come here and contribute my own strength. Hehe, am I very useless?”

John smiled naively.

“No, you are a good father, a hero.”

Kael'thas' eyes flickered a little. He had personally written and polished that report. Although there had been a few assassinations against Lord A'dal, there were not as many as 36.

This lie had supported this tenacious man to live on and contribute his own strength to ordinary people, while he wrote those flattering, even sensational things just to get ahead.

Kael'thas turned his head away in shame, not daring to meet the eyes of this weathered man.

And so, after this night, the two became friends who could talk about anything.

… …

Five months later

John died, reportedly at the hands of assassins sent by the nobles. When Kael'thas first heard the news, he sat blankly for an entire day. He trembled as he took out a pipe left by his father, and the flame on his finger flickered, but he couldn't light the tobacco in the pipe.

‘It's ridiculous. How could those noble lords assassinate a small farmer?’

Kael'thas tried his best to control his emotions, even showing a mocking smile that was uglier than crying.

But when John's coffin was presented to all the employees of the breeding grounds, everyone was silent. Even those elves who disliked John and competed with him bowed their heads and silently gazed at their former colleague.

Kael'thas stared blankly at John's ferocious expression in the coffin. He squatted down helplessly, muttering to himself, as if he couldn't believe the scene before him.

Three days later, Kael'thas, who had attended John's funeral, came to the supervisor's office.

“Why?”

Kael'thas' voice was frighteningly hoarse. If you didn't listen carefully, you wouldn't know what he was saying.

The supervisor was a young and beautiful elven girl, who was now rubbing her temples wearily, her eyes full of sadness.

“Don't ask, Kael'thas. This is not something you can interfere with. I know you and John are…”

“I—am—asking—you—why.”

Kael'thas could no longer control his emotions and roared each word.

“You… Sigh…”

The supervisor's face was also ugly, but not towards Kael'thas. She stood up and paced nervously, looking conflicted.

After a long while, she leaned over to the elf's ear and whispered

… …

John, this steadfast man, seemed to have an inescapable fate. He still died at the hands of the nobles… A few days ago, the A'dal Breeding Grounds selected a piece of land, but that land was also targeted by the nobles who wanted to grow blood thistle. John rarely didn't remain silent, and argued with the steward sent by the great noble.

Due to the influence of the Salonia family and the favor of Sun King Anasterian, the land was finally contracted by the A'dal Breeding Grounds, but John, this commoner, became the target of the nobles' venting… …

Kael'thas ultimately did not take revenge on those nobles, because he remembered his father's words, this world… has always been like this, only when you have enough strength can you…

… …

Recalling these unbearable past events, Kael'thas shook his head and smiled wryly, but from those firm eyes, it could be seen… that the originally mercenary, flattering, and timid Kael'thas was already dead, and the current Kael'thas was about to usher in his new life.

Kael'thas walked out of John's house, leaving all his savings for his lovely daughter, feeling relaxed.

“Dalaran… Instructor A'dal, I'm coming!”

The elf strode south.

PS:

First of all, congratulations on this book being selected for the APP New Book Selection and the Webpage New Book Recommendation. It is said to be a good recommendation spot. It seems that the author's efforts can still be recognized by everyone and the editor (it's not illegal to brag a little), haha.

Reading the book reviews, there are still some readers who don't like this book, mainly in terms of writing style and playing with memes. Some people say that playing with memes is too distracting, and some people say that using idioms is too distracting…

But to be honest, the translation style of Western fantasy is still very easy to write. It is even easier to write the full text in a translation style without playing with memes. Basically, you don't need to write a detailed outline. Without using your brain, just follow the main line, and writing 8,000 words a day is like playing?

But the author has no choice. After all, it is difficult to satisfy everyone's tastes. Some readers like this style, but some don't. Let's do a survey. If you think this writing style is not good and you can't read it, leave a message in the chapter review or book review area. The author will take the time to reply. If you think it's well written and interesting, leave a message to give the author more motivation to write.

Secondly, I wanted to enter the main line in this chapter, but somehow, when writing about the character of Kael'thas, I had a little inspiration and felt that this character should have some of his own stories and personality, and should not just be an insignificant clown who only appears to adjust the atmosphere.

I don't know if this small story of a small character in the World of Warcraft can touch the hearts of the readers, but I think it is enough to touch myself. After all, small characters also have their own highlight moments, isn't that very COOL?

Leaving aside the voice-over, 6,000 words are presented, thank you to the readers who have supported me along the way.

Thank you~