Azeroth Monster Manual

Everyone thought the new spell created by Milhouse was a dual-element spell, but that's not the case. The appearance of this spell represents another step forward in our arcane path.

Aier stood in the center of the platform, speaking eloquently. He glanced around the audience and, seeing no questions from the human judges, continued:

"This spell is actually a tri-elemental spell. Yes, you heard me correctly. Frostfire Bolt doesn't just fuse fire and frost elements. In the place we most easily overlook, that thin layer of lavender membrane when Milhouse fuses the two spells."

The audience members all opened their mouths in surprise, but no one made a sound, afraid of interrupting the young man's explanation.

"That middle layer of membrane is arcane energy. Arcane is benevolent and inclusive. It can effectively transform into both frost and fire elements. And the most ingenious part is that the membrane perfectly fuses Frostbolt and Fireball, which is what led to the formation of Frostfire Bolt."

"Wow…"

First the judges, then the crowd, all couldn't contain their shock and began whispering to their companions, acquaintances, or strangers.

"Silence."

The young man pressed his hands down, and the entire platform became as silent as if a silencing spell had been cast.

"Milhouse is still too young and cannot fully display its brilliance. Next, allow me to add just a little bit of arcane power to show you the true form of Frostfire Bolt."

"First, Frostbolt."

A giant Frostbolt, like a ballista bolt, suddenly appeared. The icy blue Frostbolt blocked the golden light above everyone's heads, turning it into a dreamy blue. The appearance of the giant Frostbolt immediately caused the temperature on the scene to drop several degrees.

The crowd gasped.

"Then, Fireball."

A fiery meteor with long flame wings floated up. The blazing temperature made the crowd, who had just felt cold, feel hot again. In this way, the crowd was plunged into a strange atmosphere of ice and fire.

The crowd collectively lost their voices.

"By the Holy Light, are you sure that's Frostbolt and Fireball?"

A human mage muttered to himself.

Antonidas's pupils also contracted in shock. He could easily cast spells of such power, but just as the young man had commented on the little gnome's mediocre control, Antonidas now understood that the 16-year-old elf hadn't lied.

"Next is Arcane Nexus."

The young man's voice was neither loud nor soft, which allowed many mages to hear him clearly. Those high-level mages suddenly understood and began frantically recording in their notebooks.

"Buzz."

The fiery meteor and the icy crossbow bolt slowly merged. The fusion of ice and fire didn't cause these two vastly different spells to repel each other. Instead, they merged very smoothly, which indirectly proved Antonidas's idea.

"This is the complete version of Frostfire Bolt."

The young man wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead and smiled at the crowd.

"This is what you call a little bit of arcane energy? I'd believe you if you said it was a forbidden spell."

Edman had just returned after changing his pants and saw the huge Frostfire Bolt, which looked like a world-destroying disaster. He was so scared that he almost went back to change his pants again.

"Go!"

With the young man's soft shout, the giant Frostfire Bolt in the sky, a mixture of gold and blue, streaked across the sky like a meteor and flew towards the distant mountain.

"Rumble…"

"Rumble…"

"Rumble…"

…

The continuous and violent explosions almost burst everyone's eardrums. People covered their ears and frantically rushed towards the edge of the Krasus' Landing.

"God…"

Olvidor had just uttered one word and couldn't speak anymore, as if his throat was stuck, because the scene in front of him was too shocking.

In the center of that not-too-high, not-too-low mountain in the distance, there was a huge oval-shaped hole. That was where the Frostfire Bolt had passed, but it wasn't just that. People with good eyesight saw the scenery behind the pierced mountain hole.

The continuous Alterac Mountains, each towering peak, had such an oval-shaped hole in the center, like a kaleidoscope, with large holes inside small holes, and smaller holes inside smaller holes, until people couldn't see any further.

"18 mountains…"

Antonidas, who had just withdrawn from Eagle Eye, muttered.

"So, next, let's talk about why Milhouse failed. This tri-elemental spell places too high demands on the caster's spellcasting level. They must be proficient in using three series of spells. This threshold limits most mages and has seriously violated the rules set by His Honor, the Archmage - practicality and versatility.

So, everyone, don't doubt it. Milhouse really did lose. That's all. Then, let's see you in the next game."

The young man disappeared with the faint lavender glow, leaving behind only the stunned crowd.

And the young man's Frostfire Bolt, comparable to a legendary spell, also planted an indelible seed in the hearts of a group of mages. On this day, Master Aier unknowingly added a group of devout apprentices.

"Is this really something only an epic mage can do?"

Antonidas said calmly, not because he wasn't shocked, but because this young man had given him too many 'surprises' today, which had already numbed him. The humans and elves around him all looked at His Honor, the Archmage, with admiration. Remaining calm when Mount Tai collapses in front of you is nothing more than that, right?

The border between Tarren Mill and the Hinterlands.

"Damn it, is what that elven brat said true?"

The troll Keema trudged arduously under the illumination of Elune and the Blue Boys. This was already the third day since he left Dalaran.

These three days had caused him a lot of suffering. In this human territory, trolls were like stray dogs that everyone wanted to beat. The savage Keema certainly wouldn't make such a low-level mistake. He traveled by night and hid by day, starting from Lordamere and heading west.

Even with such caution, he was discovered by the local garrison officer when he arrived at Tarren Mill. That powerful veteran had epic-level strength and rich experience, which almost cost the already weak troll his life.

Keema was able to escape at the cost of a broken hand.

At this time, he had arrived at a dense forest thirty kilometers northwest of the Wall of Thoradin.

"Good, it seems those militiamen have lost track of me."

Keema endured the pain and used his remaining strength to heal his severed hand.

"Damn dwarf, don't let me see you again. If I see you again, I'll… I'll… I'll run as far as I can."

The troll, with a ferocious expression, gasped for breath and sat under a tree, feeling a chill down his spine as he recalled the dwarf's torture three days ago.

Time returned to three days ago.

"Are you going to talk or not? Are you going to talk or not?"

The dwarf's large palm slapped Keema's thin face, which was swollen like a steamed bun.

"Hey, Old Hermit likes tough nuts."

The old dwarf spat twice into the center of his palm, rubbed it, and continued to slap left and right, saying:

"Are you going to talk! Are you going to talk!"

"Your mouth is very hard. Old Hermit admires you a little, troll kid."

"Are you going to talk! Are you going to talk!"

… …

Thirty minutes later

Hermit spat the dragon-breath chili water in his mouth directly into the troll's face.

With a miserable cry of "Aah!", Kima woke up from his coma.

"Crackling..."

"Will you talk! Will you talk!"

Kima fainted.

Old Hermit unleashed the '82 Dragon-Breath Chili Water.

Kima revived.

Old Hermit used a double-fisted attack.

Kima fainted.

......

Aier walked out of Kael'thas' room. The secret talks with the two human Archmages had gone smoothly, putting the recently insomniac youth in a rare good mood.

"Right, I forgot Millhouse's paper in the lab. I need to go get it."

The youth hummed a little tune as he arrived at the temporary laboratory, only to witness the tragic scene of the old dwarf violently beating the one-eyed troll.

"Stop! Hermit, you're going to beat him to death! Is this how you carry out the task I assigned?"

The youth helped up the troll, who was no longer in human shape, and poured a trace amount of Aionus' power into Kima's near-dead body. The strand of life energy had barely touched him when it pulled Kima back from the brink of death.

[Trace Amount of Divine Life Energy] {Slowly Recovering}

Feeling the already meager amount of divine life energy in his body dwindling, Aier felt a pang of heartache. He hadn't even been willing to use it on Kael'thas, who was one of his own, even when he was seriously injured and unconscious, yet he had used it on this troll.

"Go stand in the corner and reflect on your actions. No dinner tonight, and no drinking either!"

The youth roared angrily.

The old dwarf sheepishly turned his back to Aier and walked towards the wall, muttering from time to time as he went:

"That kid's a tough nut. Old Hermit already used his blacksmith's strength, but he still wouldn't give in. Gotta say, that troll's got something I like about him, a bit of ruthlessness."

Glaring fiercely at Hermit, the youth turned to look at the slowly awakening troll.

The moment Kima saw Aier, he excitedly started coughing.

"I'll talk, I'll talk, stop hitting me, I'll tell you everything!"

The dwarf turned his head in shock and asked incredulously:

"Lord Aier, what kind of magic do you possess? Why did he confess before you even asked him anything?"

The troll was in tears, choking silently as he said:

"Then ask me something! What's the point of just hitting me without asking?"

"Hermit! No dinner tomorrow or the day after! And get your butt to Stormwind, I don't want to see you again!"

"Why are you yelling so loud? It's not like Old Hermit did it on purpose."

The dwarf embarrassedly rubbed his big nose and obediently went to face the wall.

......

"While you were unconscious, I inscribed miniature teleportation beacons on all 72 bones in your body and healed your wounds with some secret technique. I believe you have no doubts about this."

Kima snapped out of it from the miraculous power of the instantaneous healing of his wounds. As if seeing something terrifying, the troll was extremely frightened and began frantically touching his body.

"As an Archmage, I think you understand the feeling of having a teleportation gate open on your body. The unstable spatial turbulence of the teleportation gate will cut your body apart.

Imagine, your head and lower body are still there, but your chest isn't so lucky. It might disappear into some unknown sub-space?

Who knows? Maybe your heart will still be beating before you die.

After all, you have 72 teleportation beacons inside your body. If you don't believe me, you can try it and see how great the price of betrayal is."

Kima's face was ashen as he stared blankly at his chest, as if he were really thinking about whether his heart would still beat if it were teleported to another dimension.

Time slowly passed, but Aier did not urge him, but leisurely looked at the troll's changing expression.

"Speak, what do you want me to do?"

Kima completely lost the will to resist.

"Very well, I want you to go to the Shadra'Alor altar in the Hinterlands and gather your people..."

The youth cast a soundproof barrier and whispered in the troll's ear.

After a long time, Kima looked at the youth in shock and stammered:

"Impossible, I haven't returned to my tribe in 20 years, and I..."

"And you were abandoned as a baby back then? Wake up, Kima, do you think you still have a choice?"

The youth smiled happily, but the troll felt as cold as if he had seen a demon.

"You... you want to summon Shadra? Are you crazy? That spider is..."

"That's not something you should be considering, dear troll. Obey orders in exchange for a fictitious future, maybe I'll be happy and return your freedom, who knows?"

The youth said with a smile, but before the troll could react, the smiling face suddenly became icy and cold like a Peking opera mask.

"Or die..."

And so, the troll embarked on the road back to his tribe with complicated feelings. Of course, Kima was not a homesick wanderer. His mission was only one thing: to become Aier's sharpest blade and strike straight into the heart of the Evil Branch tribe.

......

Time returned to three days ago, Elan's residence.

Elan cautiously cast a light spell, but when he saw the figures of the two people in front of him, he was immediately stunned.

"Lord Kael'thas... Lord Anasterian, you... why?"

The two Archmages, who had revealed themselves from a Minor Invisibility spell, looked at each other and sat down on the main seat in the living room without any self-consciousness.

"Nielas Aran, our arrival is to fulfill a sacred mission."

Elan seemed to have not yet recovered from the shock just now. Two Archmages sneaking into his residence late at night to tell him that their arrival was to fulfill a sacred mission made the Archmage's simple mind unable to turn the corner.

"Nielas Aran, we were sent by Instructor Aier."

The impatient Kael'thas took the initiative to speak before Anasterian could play coy.

Hearing Aier's name, for some reason, even though the youth and he had clearly been enemies a few days ago, hearing his name made the Archmage's heart calm down.

"I apologize for the poor hospitality, please forgive me. What does Instructor Aier... Mr. Aier have to say to me?"

Elan sat on the other side of the table, no longer as flustered and shocked as before.

"Nielas Aran, Zul'Gurub..."

Before Kael'thas could finish speaking, Elan's figure appeared in front of him with a wave of pale purple magic.

The Archmage's breathing was a little rapid, but also with a hint of fear, as if opening Pandora's box, he said with a slight tremor:

"Mr. Aier... what exactly does he want to say to me?"

Anasterian and Kael'thas looked at each other, nodded, and said in unison:

"We will help the Kingdom of Azeroth win the war against the Gurubashi..."

As soon as these words came out, Elan instantly petrified.

PS: I will post first and then revise. I'm really sorry, I came back late from working overtime, and I wanted to make the plot coherent, so I wrote 3,000 more words, which made the time a bit tight. For the sake of the 6 free monthly tickets, the author has posted it in advance. I apologize again, please forgive me, lords.