Azeroth Monster Manual

Around the Reflecting Pool, thousands of elves crowded every corner of the grounds, turning the entire manor into a bustling, noisy marketplace.

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A patch of dark, thick fog drifted through the air, blocking the bright sunlight, as milky-white spotlights shone down, and a misty haze filled the open-air stage.

People whispered to each other, discussing the strange scene unfolding on the 'stage'.

A powerfully resonant, low piano note silenced the entire manor.

A figure abruptly appeared in the spotlight, and as the figure emerged, the guitar solo grew more intense.

The hooded figure's face was obscured, but the gold and white robes were adorned with gray纹路, creating a layered effect. The oval-shaped shoulder pads featured two golden wings folded behind.

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that this equipment was extraordinary. In fact, this holy and noble priest's garb was none other than the [Apostle's Vestments].

The figure lowered the hood, revealing a handsome face, a golden high ponytail swaying in the wind, and a slight curve to the lips, forming a playful smile. A holy light enveloped the entire body as he slowly floated into the air, then roared:

Surrounded by the enemy,

The wolf among the hounds.

Thunder turns to silence, sek-ta

The hundred to bring me down.

...

Like a display of skill, fingers blurred into afterimages, and the piano notes rained down like a storm.

The elf backstage, pounding on the drum kit, was drenched in sweat, fully supporting the performance on stage.

The audience below was momentarily stunned, but after a few seconds, thunderous cheers erupted.

"Sig Nisius! Oh my god, he's my idol!"

An excited female elf screamed, then her eyes rolled back and she fainted in her companion's arms.

Similar incidents were occurring, and Anse Long, in charge of maintaining order, directed his apprentices to carry away the unconscious civilians one by one.

f I die upon this day, in battle I will fall

Hear me Brothers, gather up the wolves to battle we will ride.

Sig Nisius sang while ostentatiously releasing [Holy Nova], the entire stage bathed in golden holy light, and the atmosphere in the arena grew even more fervent.

Al: Good grief, he's doing the work of the entire hype squad all by himself.

STORM!!

EARTH!!

FIRE!!

Arcane!!

The Power of the Quel'dorei

The raging piano music was deafening. The instant the last note faded, Sig Nisius forcefully smashed the guitar in his arms onto the ground. The guitar, broken in two, fell off the stage and was immediately snatched up by the crowd.

He knelt on one knee, raising both hands, and the overflowing holy light surged even higher. All the elves in the arena felt their fatigue vanish, and the wounded elves stared in amazement at their healed wounds, becoming even more fanatical, shouting Sig Nisius's name at the top of their lungs.

Von Derhol smiled wryly and shook his head, looking at his former prized student with a complex expression:

"That guy, he actually used the Holy Hymn in a performance. That's really his style."

...

Anasterian's dignified face was filled with a smile. Over 2000 years of rule had made him weigh the pros and cons of everything he did, never showing his emotions to his subordinates, and constantly staying vigilant and cultivating his faction in the council.

He thought he had long since become as hard as stone, but Sig Nisius's performance today made him feel 'alive' again. His long-dormant heart beat wildly, as if he had returned to the carefree days under his father's protection.

"Young Sig, come forward."

Anasterian's face returned to its dignified expression, and he beckoned to Sig Nisius.

"Yo... Your Majesty."

Sig Nisius was no longer the frivolous and unrestrained person he had been just moments ago, becoming reserved.

"Your performance gave me the illusion of regaining my youth, but..."

Anasterian paused, becoming serious.

"A good guitarist would never damage their instrument. You should protect her as you would a lover."

"In light of the mistake you have made, I must punish you."

"Yes... Your Majesty."

Sig Nisius said, his expression dimming.

Anasterian took a guitar from the spatial bag hanging from his waist and handed it to the dumbfounded Sig Nisius.

The guitar shimmered in the sunlight. The headstock had two winding brown antennae, and the tailstock split in two from the nut, making the entire body look like a golden butterfly about to take flight.

"This Golden Sun Guitar accompanied me through half of my youth. I am now punishing you to take her and complete the remaining half for me."

Anasterian stood in the blind spot of the crowd, facing only Sig Nisius. He made a discreet 'Rock' hand gesture in front of his chest, then his lips moved slightly but without making a sound.

At this moment, Sig Nisius held the Golden Sun Guitar and was moved to tears, because he understood what Anasterian had said to him.

"Forever young, forever weeping with fervor."

...

Al glanced at the [Phoenix King's Golden Sun Guitar] in Sig Nisius's hand, feeling somewhat envious, but then he let it go. Let the grudges of his past life dissipate with the wind. Only this guitar is worthy of Sig Nisius, and only Sig Nisius is worthy of this guitar...

The song performed by Sig Nisius is excerpted from the Tauren Chieftains - Power of the Horde, and the last sentence should be the Power of the Horde, but for the sake of the plot, the author has changed it to the Power of Quel'dorei.

Very good heavy metal rock music, interested friends can go and listen.