Azeroth Monster Manual

In the dim dungeon, Kima lay in a corner, devoid of any will to live. The Evil Branch Troll's dungeon was pathetically small, but fortunately, to prevent prisoners from cannibalizing each other, the cells were small but single occupancy.

Compared to the pain in his abdomen and head, Kima's heart was more wounded. He didn't want to think anymore, only wanting to lie in the dark dungeon and be a quiet salted fish.

'I'm tired, let it all be destroyed.'

The troll reflected on his past failures, tasting only bitterness. Just then, the harsh sound of whips and shrill screams echoed outside the cell.

More than a dozen jailers opened the cell doors one by one, dragging the prisoners out. Those who didn't obey were kicked and beaten, and those who resisted were given two lashes of the whip.

"I don't want to die yet!"

"Help!"

...

Kima gripped the iron bars tightly with both hands, seeing the scene outside clearly. Most of the prisoners in the cells were Evil Branch and Deadwood Trolls, with a small number of Grimtotem Trolls wearing dark green leather armor.

What shocked Kima the most was that there were even a small number of High Elves and Wildhammer Dwarves among the prisoners.

"Shadra be praised, have these Evil Branch Trolls gone mad? Do they want to start a war with all the forces in the Hinterlands?"

Kima muttered unconsciously, but was soon dragged out of the cell by the jailers.

"You bastards, I want to see your overseer, I have something important to report to him!"

"Ha, a fool actually wants to see our overseer?"

As if hearing something amusing, the two jailers suddenly burst into laughter, making Kima's skin crawl.

"Fool, our Evil Branch Clan has no overseer, we only have a High Priest, the wise High Priest guides us."

An Evil Branch Troll spat at Kima, grabbing his braid and dragging him out.

'Tsk, ouch, ouch, these savage beasts, don't let Grandpa Kima get a chance...'

Kima thought viciously, but said nice things aloud.

"Warrior! Warrior, listen to me, just one word, just one word!"

Kima used his initiative, a flattering smile appearing on his ugly face, even his one eye gleaming with ingratiating light.

Perhaps Kima's flattery satisfied the jailer's vanity, he pushed him to the ground, leaned close to Kima's cyan face, and revealed a bloodthirsty smile, saying sinisterly:

"Speak, two-legged sheep, you have 30 seconds to say your last words."

"I am from the Deadwood Tribe, please let me see your High Priest, I have top-secret information about the Deadwood Tribe."

The jailer's originally disdainful expression suddenly froze. The top-secret information about the Deadwood Tribe made him think twice.

"Hmph, consider yourself lucky. If I find out you're lying, I'll devour every inch of your skin alive in front of you!"

The jailer stretched out his size 16 foot and kicked Kima hard in the stomach. The 220-pound Kima flew into the cell like a light ball, showing that this jailer was no small character.

"Ugh... ugh..."

The troll rolled his eyes, convulsing wildly on the ground, clutching the wound that was seeping blood, Kima cursed intermittently before passing out.

'Bas... bastard...'

...

When he woke up again, he was lying flat in a dim cave. Rubbing his blurry eyes, in front of him was a female troll with a graceful figure. Even by human standards, apart from her skin color and fangs, there was nothing to criticize on her beautiful face.

"Awake? If you're awake, then speak. If what you say next doesn't satisfy me, then your lowly and insignificant life can only be offered to the great Hir'eek."

The female troll with the beautiful face did not have a beautiful heart. She spoke the most vicious words in a slightly hoarse, magnetic voice.

Kima shuddered, unsure if he was acting naturally or possessed by a movie star. He rolled over nimbly, prostrating himself in front of the female troll's wary gaze.

"Ah, beautiful and wild High Priestess, meeting you is the greatest luck of my life. My life will not be dedicated to Hir'eek, nor will it be dedicated to Shadra, my life will only be dedicated to you, ah..."

"Shut up!"

Hexx's dark green face rarely showed a hint of blush. Her originally cruel and evil voice became slightly softer, and she said with feigned disdain:

"Stop showing off your clumsy rhetoric, Deadwood trash, state your purpose!"

As if sensing the High Priestess's impatience, Kima stopped his flattering and said seriously:

"Respected High Priestess, because I secretly learned human magic, I angered the Deadwood Overseer. So, the furious Overseer tied me to the altar, preparing to devour me with several Centurions.

Fortunately, the magic I just learned helped me out of the predicament. When the dagger pierced my abdomen, I released a small spell - Dust Cloud, taking advantage of the Overseer and Centurions' carelessness, I escaped all the way, but unfortunately, I encountered your tribe's warriors halfway and was captured alive..."

Saying this, the cunning Kima showed the High Priestess the unhealed wound on his abdomen, and released a small-scale Dust Cloud spell.

The High Priestess wiped the dust from her nose in disgust and said mockingly:

"Enough, I'm not interested in your humble fate. If you still can't say something that satisfies me, then believe me, your end..."

Although the High Priestess was saying threatening words, the troll still caught a hint of a glimmer in her twinkling eyes.

'It's done!'

Kima thought excitedly.

"High Priestess, could you let these..."

Kima put on a look of fear and pointed his chin at the guards behind the High Priestess.

"Hmph, you go down first, I have something to talk about with this 'sacrifice' gentleman."

The two guards exchanged glances and exited the cave tacitly.

"Speak."

"High Priestess, look at what this is?"

Under the High Priestess's disgusted gaze, Kima picked up a strand of gray powder from his thick hair.

Before the High Priestess could open her mouth to scold, Kima explained obsequiously:

"This is the latest secret weapon developed by the Deadwood Tribe. The Deadwood Chieftain has been plotting for a long time to use this secret weapon to overthrow the Evil Branch Tribe and the Wildhammer Dwarves in one fell swoop, and become the true owner of this land..."

"Based on these dirty powders?"

The High Priestess said disdainfully, but the hint of gloom that flashed in her eyes was still captured by the cunning troll.

"This isn't just any powder. This is a new kind of voodoo. Just a tiny dose of this can silently kill at least 100 trolls."

As if afraid the priestess wouldn't believe him, Kima bit open his wrist. Blood gurgled out, slowly flowing along his vein until it filled a small pit on the ground.

The priestess stared at the blood on the ground with some regret. If only she could offer this blood as a sacrifice to…

Kima's face was a little pale, a sign of blood loss, but he still carefully pinched a tiny bit of the powder from his hand and sprinkled it into the pool of blood.

The priestess stared unblinkingly at the 'blood pit' beneath her feet. The blood in the small pit seemed to have encountered something strange, instantly solidifying in half a breath.

"This… this… what exactly is this…"

With a dull thud, the priestess's oak staff fell to the ground. The slight sound startled the dumbfounded priestess.

Hex's beautiful face became fanatical. She grabbed the troll's shoulders tightly and hissed in a hoarse voice:

"Tell me, quickly tell me, what exactly is this stuff? Where did you get these powders?"

Kima was shaken senseless. Heaven knows where a priestess got such strength.

Looking at the troll foaming at the mouth in front of her, Hex finally realized her loss of composure. She coughed awkwardly, then chanted a spell. A faint red light wrapped around Kima's wound and the surrounding area. Before long, the troll's pale face, which had turned pale from blood loss, returned to its rosy color.

This was a blessing given to her by the Bat God - Shirvallah, returning blood energy and granting vitality.

Kima looked in disbelief at his smooth abdomen and strong wrist, all the places that had been covered in scars were restored to their original state.

"Troll, I'm starting to admire you a little. What's your name?"

"Kima, my name is Kima, my lady."

"Don't be glib with me. If you can give me the recipe for those powders in your hand, then I will bestow upon you great power and supreme authority, but if you refuse…"

A cold light flashed in Hex's eyes, the meaning of the threat was self-evident.

"Of course, my lady, the recipe is like this, like this, like this…"

Kima told the priestess the recipe for the weakened version of the coagulant in detail.

…

Speaking of coagulants, we have to mention why Ayr didn't take this thing seriously in the first place.

After studying hundreds of native slime monsters, Ayr accidentally extracted this substance from the slime monster's tissue fluid. When he first obtained this substance, Ayr was overjoyed and thought it was a great weapon, so he found the adventurers in Angor Crater and began to experiment on them one by one.

But the ideal is very full, the reality is very bone, Ayr will be this coagulant in humans, tauren, dwarves, gnomes, even he himself have been tested one by one.

It was found that this coagulant is only twice as strong as platelets in the blood, which can effectively stop bleeding, but it is only to stop bleeding.

In Azeroth, where the Holy Light is everywhere and druids are inferior to dogs, the role of hemostatic agents is also greatly weakened invisibly.

Ayr once put this tasteless coagulant on the shelf, but when he participated in the Dalaran 3V3 competition and kidnapped the troll Kima to be a double agent, he accidentally discovered that this coagulant was so deadly to trolls.

As we all know, trolls have the ability to regenerate, and Ayr also gained this ability, but his life form has not changed, which means that he has not really obtained the regeneration factor in the troll's blood, to put it bluntly, he is just a ruthless system tool man.

The regeneration factor in the troll's blood has been criticized by other races. Suppose a human and a troll are fighting on the battlefield, and the troll cuts off the human's thumb holding the sword, then this human has basically lost his combat power.

But if this situation is reversed, then sorry, when the human cuts off the troll's thumb and prepares to go forward to make up the knife, the troll's thumb has already grown out.

With such a perverted skill, Ayr found that the hemostatic agent coagulant became the nemesis of the troll.

The boy did an experiment, he diluted this coagulant 1:1000 in clear water, and after applying this diluted liquid on the arrow, as long as he injured a troll, {Note, it is injured, even if it scratches the skin}

Then this unlucky guy will die suddenly in a few breaths. As for the cause of death, Ayr dissected an arm, and the blood in that arm had already solidified into lumps.

Some people will ask Ayr where he got the test subjects to do experiments. Don't ask, just ask Volunteer Comrade Kima.

…

"Very good, warrior, you have done very well, but I have a better idea."

Hex stuck out her scarlet, soft tongue and licked the corner of her mouth.

Kima stared blankly at the priestess's beautiful face, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, he instantly felt that things were getting out of control.

"Warrior, I order you to return to the Deadwood tribe, take the jailer's head and the fake news I gave you, regain the trust of the Deadwood overseer, I will send the strongest shadow hunter of the Evilbranch to contact you…"

Kima: Speaker, I want to apply to return to Dalaran Prison, as for the sentence, a lifetime is fine, I think a lifetime is very short, just bear with it and it will pass.

PS: In chapter 70 about whether the Vrykul were exiled, the author wrote it wrong. A reader pointed it out, thank you very much, it has been revised, but the chapter review disappeared and there is no way. I will write here what the author replied to that reader.

The ancestors of humans are actually divided into two groups. The first group is the group that followed Tyr to Tirisfal Glades to escape, and the other group is not actually the Vrykul in Ulduar.

This part of the Vrykul comes from the Dragonflayer clan, which is the clan of King Ymiron of Utgarde Keep.

The Dragonflayer clan was also infected with the Curse of Flesh, and King Ymiron decided to kill all these deformed Vrykul, but after this news spread, the mothers of those deformed children couldn't bear it, so they sent this group of Vrykul infected with the Curse of Flesh to Tirisfal Glades to be raised by their distant relatives.