Azeroth Monster Manual

“Need me to help you guys sweep the floor clean? After all, the cleaning lady has it tough too.”

The young man's figure appeared before everyone. He lazily yawned and brushed the ice shavings off his hair.

“Good heavens, Instructor Ayr isn't dead!”

“Really, he's completely unharmed. As expected of Instructor Ayr!”

The audience, who were originally filled with lamentations, erupted into a huge cheer when they saw the young man standing unharmed on the stage.

… …

The two crocodile tears that Romans had just squeezed out instantly retracted. He stared blankly at the yawning young man on the stage, unable to utter a word.

“Haha, I knew it, Lord Ayr is invincible.”

Hermit patted the prince's shoulder triumphantly, the enormous force causing Kael'thas to wince in pain.

‘Damn it, is this idiot really not a tyrannosaurus rex in dwarf's clothing? How is he so strong?’

Kael'thas grimaced and dodged Hermit's fan-like palm, the surprise in his eyes impossible to hide.

Antonidas's face, which had originally shown regret and a sense of kinship towards the young man, collapsed like a changing mask in a Peking opera, causing Modera beside him to blush, wanting to laugh but not daring to.

… …

“How… is it possible? Just now, clearly…”

The troll stiffly turned around, staring unblinkingly at the young man. Elan and Krasus were no better off, both staring wide-eyed at Ayr in disbelief.

‘His flame of life was clearly extinguished, why…’

‘Great, Instructor Ayr is alright!’

The three had different thoughts, and the scene suddenly became somewhat strange.

“Hey, hey, hey, you one-eyed guy, yes, that's right, I'm talking about you, hurry up and use whatever tricks you have, I'm in a hurry to fight the next match.”

Ayr said somewhat impatiently.

“Humans, attack together, that kid is not easy to deal with.”

Jima rubbed his temples with a headache. The elf standing in front of him had a lazy look on his face, but his aura had become dangerous, which made his hair stand on end and made him very uncomfortable.

“Alright.”

Elan didn't say much. The aura emanating from the young man's body was almost tangible, making him feel a lot of pressure. He had to use his best skills to win this match.

“Buzz.”

Icy magic began to roar, and the troll's hunched body turned ice-blue, releasing the metamagic [Icy Bloodline].

A glimmering blue light flashed above the young man's head, followed by a series of icy comets slamming down one after another, continuously bombarding him.

A six-ring magus's permanently fixed epic spell [Comet Storm].

“Now!”

In the troll's roar, the archmage raised his staff and began to chant. Four epic-level water elementals surged out from the elemental realm.

The moment the water elementals appeared, they began to release powerful ice-based magic [Water Arrow] and [Water Stream Spray].

Elan didn't idle while the water elementals and the troll were frantically releasing spells. He continued to release his own powerful magic that he had developed.

“Burn, Instructor Ayr!”

One after another, fiery serpents, as if possessing life, circled around the young man. In the archmage's angry roar, the wriggling fire serpents exploded into beautiful fiery garlands.

The violent explosion temporarily deafened the audience in the stands, and people covered their ears in pain, unable to hear anything.

“Not bad spell models, just too rough.”

The explosion continued, but Ayr walked out of the smoke and dust gracefully, his light gray skin instantly returning to its original color, but the sharp-eyed Krasus saw it all, his eyes full of disbelief.

‘How could that elf…’

… …

Elan slumped to the ground, opening his eyes wide in despair. The massive amount of spells that he and Jima had just unleashed could completely destroy any human city-state without a magical barrier.

However, the young man in front of him was strolling leisurely, unharmed, as if he were admiring flowers in his own backyard.

Jima stood timidly behind Elan, his eyes full of horror. His elemental pool had long been emptied in this joint spellcasting. Krasus behind him obviously had no intention of joining forces with them. Perhaps, it was time to leave.

The troll's peripheral vision was fixed on the ground he had just been scribbling on, pondering how to escape from here.

“Why don't you continue? I thought the fireworks just now were quite pretty.”

The young man walked up to Elan with a smile, patted him on the shoulder, and then turned to walk to the troll's side.

“Let me guess what you're thinking. Don't look at me with that kind of look. Maybe you want to be a demon hunter? Forget it, I think your vicious little eye is quite pretty.”

Gently patting the troll's hideous face, Ayr jokingly told a cold joke that Jima couldn't understand.

“1… 2… 3… 4, is it here? It's a pity that the unlucky guy Xirelm died, otherwise the two of you would have been quite a match. He's called One-Ear, and you, well, you can be called One-Eye.”

Jima ignored the young man's sarcasm. He watched as the trap he had designed was slowly approached by the young man, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

“Damn it, could that elf have already… was that bastard just toying with us?”

The troll's original blue face became even gloomier, his fingers clenched tightly, and blue veins popped out on his forehead.

Although Jima was extremely angry, the young man's figure, which constantly exuded a dangerous aura, was like the Sword of Damocles hanging over his head, preventing him from moving.

“The design is very ingenious, but the drawing technique is too rough, let me take a closer look.”

The young man squatted on the ground, carefully studying the shallow marks, ignoring everything else.

“It looks like some kind of sacrificial magic circle for summoning, but it doesn't seem like it?”

Ayr picked up a pinch of powder from the rough magic circle and sniffed it under his nose.

“It should be a powder made from the solidified blood of some kind of poisonous snake. It looks like it's not very fresh anymore, I wonder how effective it is.”

Just as Ayr was studying with his back to the three, Jima flashed towards the only exit of the arena. Although the elemental pool had long been depleted, the troll's inherent excellent physique had not disappeared. His two long legs swung, running very fast.

“Idiot, as that old thing Antonidas said, he only has strong strength but no combat experience, just a rigid bookworm.”

Jima's mouth revealed a mocking smile as he looked at the exit close at hand. Just as one of his feet had already stepped into the entrance of the passage, a powerful suction instantly descended, and he flew back like a soccer ball being powerfully shot.

Ayr shook his head, dispelled the condensed telekinesis, threw the troll at his feet, and cast a powerful Polymorph spell on him.

Ignoring the bleating sheep, Ayr rummaged through a fallen pocket on the ground.

“Found it.”

Joyfully bringing the red powder in the pocket to his nose and smelling it, after confirming that it was correct, Ayr prepared to continue his experiment.

“Mr. Ayr…”

The archmage raised his head with a deathly gray face, the light in his eyes lost.

“Huh? Why haven't you left yet? Are you waiting for me to treat you to lunch?”

Ayr looked at the archmage who had taken it upon himself to add drama to the situation with surprise, waving his hand in disgust.

“You… you won't kill me?”

Elan was stunned for a moment, the mood of certain death and shame suddenly becoming complicated.

“Go, go, go, didn't you see that I'm busy here? What are you doing adding to the chaos? The door is over there, goodbye.”

…

“Sorry, Speaker, I… failed.”

Elan didn't know how he walked out of the arena. He stood in front of Antonidas in shame, waiting for his punishment and scolding, but Antonidas just patted him on the shoulder, signaling him to sit down.

Modera bit her lip, making room for Elan, staring at him enviously.

“Ha, do you think you could do it if you went up?”

Antonidas smiled self-deprecatingly, signaling Modera to sit on his right hand side, and continued to say.

“We are all our own people, I won't hide it from you, Jima is an abandoned baby that I rescued from the mouth of a raptor in Hinterlands when I was traveling when I was young.

That troll learned a lot from me, but, those who are not of our race must have different hearts, trolls are our enemies, their dirty and barbaric habits will never change.”

Elan wanted to say something, but Antonidas's ugly face made him somewhat hesitate, and he could only listen carefully.

“Jima had already reached the level of a high-level mage after he became an adult, and it must be said that his talent is really good.

As day after day and year after year passed, my vigilance against him slowly faded and gradually disappeared, so I handed over some things that I couldn't handle to him to do, and he also completed them very well…”

Modera sensitively noticed the word 'some things.' She seemed to understand everything. That troll was like the Speaker or the black glove of Dalaran. All the dirty and tiring work that Dalaran couldn't handle directly was given to him.

Suppressing the discomfort in her heart, Modera controlled her emotions and continued to listen.

"But one day, I discovered that Kima actually had the evil habits of killing and cannibalism. I had no choice but to lock him up.

This confinement has lasted for 10 years, but his strength has not declined. On the contrary, it has been slowly increasing. Now his strength has reached the level of a Magister.

With his rich killing experience and cruel personality, even two of you wouldn't be a match for him alone, you know? But El Salona did nothing but drain his and Elan's magic power, leaving them without the will to fight.

I must say, the Salona family's kid is a terrifying opponent. If he becomes a Grand Magister one day, he will definitely be a formidable enemy.

So, Modera, do you understand? I'm protecting you by not letting you participate in this 3V3 match."

The Grand Magister said meaningfully to the female mage. His expression contained regret, lingering fear, and a sense of mutual appreciation, but no anger or panic about the impending failure. It was as if he was already confident of victory at this stage of the competition.

"Keep watching the match. When Krasus wants to make a move, there will be no suspense in this match."

After appeasing his supporter and the most promising junior, Antonidas ignored the two and instead focused on the young man on the stage, wanting to see what he was up to.

… …

The scene returned to the arena, featuring the young man, the sheep, and the elf with folded arms.

Krasus curiously observed the young man's actions. His desire for knowledge kept him deeply engrossed, and he had long forgotten about the competition.

Azure light flickered in the young man's eyes. Hypermnesia was clearly activated, and his substantial gaze swept across the magic circle on the ground. Before long, the young man reached the conclusion he wanted.

"175 grams of blood powder. The outlining can be optimized a bit. Hmm, that's the decision."

The mumbling young man was completely immersed in his own world. He crouched down and meticulously outlined the pattern in his mind, stroke by stroke.

After a long time, a complex magic circle with magical aura appeared in front of everyone. The audience on the stage did not make any urging noises.

They were all silently observing the young man's every move, firmly believing that everything Instructor El did had meaning.

"Success!"

The young man excitedly clapped his hands, carefully applied a few protective spells to himself, and then walked to the center of the magic circle.

3 minutes later

4 minutes later

10 minutes later

El, with a dark face, threw a small fireball at the sheep that was running around randomly.

"Bang"

The troll lay sprawled on the ground in a disheveled state, his eyes unfocused. He, who had just been turned into a sheep, had not yet recovered. Now his mind was full of ewes and green grass.

"Hey, One-Eye, is there some kind of incantation for your lousy spell?"

Kima looked at the young man in horror and blurted out everything he knew like pouring beans from a bamboo tube.

"Akula Matata? Are you sure you're not messing with me?"

The young man chewed on the incantation that the troll had just told him with a headache. Not believing it, he cast a mind control spell on the troll, but the answer he got was exactly the same.

"Forget it. If I find out you're messing with me, you're dead!"

The young man turned the troll back into a sheep that ran around and bleated, standing on the magic circle and reciting the shameful incantation in a fierce voice.

"Akula Matata!"

As the incantation sounded, the calm magic circle lit up with an orange-red light. In order to test the practicality and aggressiveness of the spell, El did not move, but simply put on the [Trinity Shield] and waited to see what would happen.

Orange-red cobras, as dense as Medusa's hair, appeared in the magic circle, causing the crowd on the stands to exclaim.

The translucent cobra swarm was only composed of illusory energy. Their tails were tightly inserted into the center of the magic circle, as if they were bound together.

As soon as the floating cobra swarm appeared, they pounced fiercely at El. The buzzing sound of tearing through the air made Krasus, who was standing aside, frown.

"Such a fast speed, it's already exceeded subsonic speed, right?"

El dodged sideways, calculating the attack speed and frequency of the snake swarm.

The scene of the young man dodging the cobra swarm was presented to the audience, and it turned into a gorgeous performance.

Whenever the cobras, as swift as bullets, were about to approach the young man, the young man would gently move to the side as if he were drunk.

Dozens or hundreds of dodges were like dancing on the tip of a knife, coupled with the outstanding appearance and elegant posture of the elf, making the audience feel like they were in a dream, exclaiming that the ticket price was worth it.

"The speed is just so-so. The Zero can do it. Let's see how the power is."

The young man stopped dodging, removed the protective magic from his body, and stood still.

The next second, the snake swarm swarmed in, and dozens of scarlet snake letters and fangs flashing with cold light instantly bit the young man's shoulder.

"Hiss, it hurts a little."

The young man grabbed the snake swarm that was still biting and began to observe the wound on his shoulder.

"Orange-red toxin? Energy bodies actually have toxins? It's amazing."

Looking at the spreading toxin, the young man was not anxious at all, but mobilized the trace of natural divinity on his body.

Before long, the spreading toxin quickly melted like snow in the spring sun until it disappeared.

"The power is slightly weaker, the neurotoxin can be called excellent. Just now my arm was numb. Alas, it's a pity that this trigger condition… In general, it's a very ordinary trap. Even a blind man can see such an obvious magic circle."

The young man sighed, walked out of the magic circle, and prepared to meet the next battle. Just as he was about to destroy the magic circle, dozens of small fireballs the size of fists flew towards him.

"There's even a ranged attack? It seems that this trap is not entirely without merit. If it is improved…"

El frowned slightly and actually stood there thinking.

"Bang bang bang bang… …"

Continuous small fireballs exploded on the young man's body. This was not the end. The first wave had just ended, and the second wave immediately came head-on, then the third wave, the fourth wave, until after the fifth wave, the poisonous snakes in the magic circle disappeared.

The audience on the stands were all silent. Even if they knew El's strength, could that young man still be unscathed after such a large and dense rain of fireballs?

"Interesting, so interesting. This spell is really good. If it is improved, it will definitely be a strategic spell comparable to an epic level."

El excitedly clapped his hands, and his gray skin disappeared in an instant.

'That's right, that gray skin must be… But why does he actually know the Earth Spirit's spell, Divine Descent? Could it be that he…'

Krasus finally confirmed his guess, but the doubts in his heart became even more numerous.

Just as the audience breathed a sigh of relief and El danced with joy after getting a new spell, a crisp system sound woke him up.

[Monster Illustrated Book: Viper Spirit has been activated]

[Your teaching material + 1]

[Your brain domain development has increased by 1%]

[You have comprehended the Poisonous Snake Guard] {requires spellcasting medium}

"It turns out that these energy bodies are actually transformed from living vipers. It seems that Kima, this cunning One-Eye, still has some value."

The young man accurately kicked the 'baa baa' sheep into the VIP seat where Kael'thas was located.

Hemit, who was telepathically connected with El, made a nimble air catch and grabbed the sheep in his palm.

…

"Damn it, that troll must not fall into the hands of the elves!"

Antonidas, who had been leisurely, suddenly stood up, called the Kirin Tor guards at the door, and gave a few instructions with a dark face.

… …

"Alright, Krasus, it's our turn next."

El moved his hands and feet, put away his lazy posture, and said to Krasus with a serious face.

"Rather than the competition, I want to know more…"

"Hmm?"

El curiously looked at the elf in front of him with a serious face, not understanding what he wanted to say.

"El… Salona, are you a Titan Guardian?"

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