Azeroth Monster Manual

Dalaran, Silvermoon Embassy.

I don't know what day it is today, but the large reception hall is packed with people. The kings of the seven human kingdoms are all present. Ironforge has even sent their two princes, Brann Bronzebeard and Muradin Bronzebeard. The gnomes have sent Chief Engineer Thermaplugg of Gnomeregan.

Those originally arrogant high elf mages are sweating profusely as they maintain order, occasionally acting as waiters, pouring a cup of black tea for any thirsty king.

Rommath, uncharacteristically, isn't wearing his favorite Sunstrider Robes, but the fine-quality mage robes he wore at the beginning. This makes him less dignified, but surprisingly approachable.

"Ahem, please be quiet, everyone."

The Grand Magister cleared his throat, satisfied as he scanned the gradually quieting reception hall, and continued.

"Master Aier is busy with other matters today, so I will be hosting this press conference for everyone…"

As soon as these words came out, the reception hall, which had gradually quieted down, became somewhat noisy. Even King Terenas, the most cultured, couldn't help but whisper to King Thoras Trollbane beside him.

"Don't try to fool us with some strange things. We only want products from the Sarona Alchemist Workshop."

Brann Bronzebeard, with his straightforward temperament, shouted loudly, making the originally complacent Rommath somewhat embarrassed.

'I didn't expect Master Aier's name to be so well-known. Even the reclusive dwarves have come to admire him…'

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Rommath thought silently, looking at the noisy crowd below the stage, and said loudly:

"I'm very sorry, Master Aier is preparing for the public class in two days and can't spare any time for the moment, but please rest assured that the products presented to you this time are guaranteed to be all from the Sarona Alchemist Workshop, genuine and trustworthy for both the old and the young."

"Damn it, when did those long ears become so easy to talk to?"

Brann muttered to himself.

It wasn't that Rommath had changed his temperament. The reason why he became so humble and polite was because…

Three days ago

"Master Aier, let me handle this duel with Antonidas."

Although very unwilling, Rommath still bravely volunteered, after all, the only other person who could participate in this 1V1 competition besides him was Kael'thas. He couldn't let the prince charge into battle, could he? If he won, it would be fine, but if he lost, the Sun King would skin him alive, wouldn't he?

"Let me do it, Rommath. You've only just been promoted to Grand Magister. Compared to Antonidas, you're still a bit lacking."

Kael'thas said euphemistically. The fact was indeed so. Rommath, who had just been promoted to Grand Magister, would undoubtedly lose if he faced Antonidas, who had been promoted to Grand Magister at the age of 40, while Kael'thas was indeed the most suitable candidate.

"But, Your Highness…"

"No need to say more, we have no retreat…"

Aier ignored the two's argument, just resting his chin in his hand, quietly thinking about something.

As time passed, the two gradually quieted down, waiting for Aier's decision.

"Antonidas is 50 years old this year, right?"

Aier asked a seemingly unrelated question, as if he had just come back to his senses.

"Antonidas celebrated his 46th natural year this spring. According to human reckoning, he is just 46 years old this year."

Although Kael'thas was puzzled, he still said everything in detail.

"It is said that he was promoted to Grand Magister at around 40 years old?"

"He… he was promoted to Grand Magister at the age of 38…"

Kael'thas's handsome face was a little flushed. The teenager's two questions made him feel a little ashamed.

Yes, he had always criticized Antonidas's political attributes, but he had ignored his achievements.

According to Anasterian Sunstrider's recollection, that man, at the age of 12, published a paper entitled "Application of Time Reversal Travel Theory to the Branching Method of Precise Magic Practice", and was awarded the Kirin Tor High Intelligence Ribbon for it.

He was the youngest recipient of the award in history. Subsequently, the Council of Mages approved his entry into the Kirin Tor Advanced Research and Enlightenment Academy, and he was also the youngest officially approved entrant in history.

As Antonidas continued to grow, he continued to learn and improve his magical skills.

Antonidas's outstanding talent and wisdom in the field of defensive magic made him an ideal candidate for the Council of Six, and he eventually successfully entered the Council of Six and became its Speaker at the age of 39.

…

Aier was still thinking, and didn't notice the despondent Rommath and the ashamed Kael'thas.

"Defensive magic and spatial magic, Antonidas is a very tricky guy…"

Aier sat up straight, and then saw the two sighing and the elves pondering.

"Your Highness, Lord Rommath, what's wrong with you?"

The teenager asked in confusion.

"Master Aier, are the talents of us elves really inferior to humans?"

Rommath asked unwillingly, and Kael'thas also stared at the teenager, hoping he could give him a definite answer.

"This question…"

Aier had a headache. He understood why human talent was so powerful.

As Titan creations, the Vrykul, the ancestors of humans, had a unique magical talent. It could even be said that these Vrykul were born for magic.

Even if they were infected with the Curse of Flesh, degenerated into flesh Vrykul, and lost their original memories and functions, these Vrykul still invented rune magic with their own powerful talents. (The earliest flesh Vrykul appeared in Howling Fjord and the Broken Isles)

Although humans have become what they are now, short (relative to their ancestors), fragile, and with only a meager lifespan of a century, the magical talent in their blood has been well preserved.

Looking at the elves, the ancestors of the elves were the first dark trolls to go to the Well of Eternity and evolve, that is, the night elves.

Although elves also have a strong magical affinity, it depends on who you compare them to, right?

One is a creature created by the Titans, who are even greater than gods, and the other is a native of Azeroth (the sleeping star soul Titan). Is there any comparability? There is no comparability. It is the Well of Eternity, the Sunwell, and other messy cheats that make up for the elves' shortcomings in magical affinity.

"Without A'ma giving the elves cheats, human talent would probably crush the elves by several streets…"

Aier thought self-deprecatingly, but then reacted and realized that the two good babies sitting opposite him were still waiting for his answer.

"Forget it, I'd better not tell them about this matter for now. It involves too much, so let's just find a reason to fool them."

Aier rubbed his eyebrows, preparing to cook up some chicken soup.

"Ahem, Kael, and little Rommath, do you know why the talents of elves are inferior to humans?"

Aier said seriously.

The two didn't care about Aier's 'pet name' and shook their heads together.

"The existence of the Sunwell is both a blessing and a curse.

Quel'Thalas has been peaceful for more than 4,000 years, and the quel'dorei have lost themselves in the long lifespan and endless magic.

Think about why His Majesty Dath'Remar led the ancestors here? Is it because there is endless energy here? Or is it because the land is fertile and suitable for survival?

No, none of them! When we first arrived in this land, our people became weak and tortured by diseases because they left the Well of Eternity. When we first arrived in this land, our people fought constantly with the locust-like Amani trolls and suffered heavy casualties."

The teenager's voice was not loud, but it was deafening. When he spoke excitedly, all the elves in the embassy couldn't help but shed tears.

Aier looked around, paused, and continued:

"But, so what?

We won the final victory. Was it because of human help? Was it because of our powerful magic?

No! None of them, it was because our ancestors had unwavering faith and an iron will!

It was their bloody struggle and self-sacrifice that brought us our beautiful life today.

You might say that our ancestors only did it for survival, but is that really the case? If it was just for survival, then why didn't they stay in Darnassus? Why didn't they stay under Teldrassil? Why did they abandon eternal life to come to this strange and dangerous land?

If it weren't for them, you might never understand the lofty ideals of our ancestors, ideals that could break through the obstacles of reality and selflessly dedicate their precious lives!

What exactly were they doing it for? Tell me loudly!

Aier shouted, veins bulging.

"For the Arcane!"

"For the Arcane!"

"For the Arcane!"

...

The voices rose and fell throughout the embassy, with only a few dozen elves erupting in a huge wave of sound as if there were hundreds of people.

Time passed, and the crowd gradually quieted down, but their eyes had changed, becoming brighter and no longer confused.

"Even though we lost eternal life and the powerful Sunwell, we still received the blessing of the Sunwell thanks to the selfless dedication of our ancestors, possessing a lifespan dozens of times longer than that of humans.

What about humans? What do humans have? Do they have an endless source of magic? Or do they have a long life?

No, they have nothing. The mere 90-odd years of human life is like a flash in the pan in our eyes, but they have enough curiosity, strong execution, and most importantly, they have the great spirit of 'if I hear the Dao in the morning, I can die in the evening'.

Don't you think they resemble some people? That's right! Their spirit is exactly the same as the ancestors' unyielding spirit of 'I will search up and down'. Now, are you still embarrassed to say that your talent is inferior to humans?"

The embassy was eerily quiet. Everyone had their mouths wide open, not saying a word, and Kael'thas and Rommath were even more distraught.

Tears welled up in Kael'thas's eyes, obviously infected by Aier's remarks, immersed in them and unable to extricate himself.

Rommath clenched his fists tightly in pain, his face full of remorse.

"The chicken soup seems to be overcooked..."

Aier smacked his lips slightly, looking at the sluggish crowd.

"Instructor Aier, I understand!"

Kael'thas was the first to speak, followed by Rommath, and then one elf after another loudly said the same thing.

Aier clearly saw remorse in the eyes of these arrogant elves, and also saw... light.

"There's one more thing..."

Aier played with the teacup in his hand, speaking casually.

"Please speak, Instructor."

Kael'thas said respectfully.

"The 1v1 duel with Antonidas, let me handle it."

The whole place was silent at these words.

Rommath lost his balance and fell flat on his face. He quickly scrambled to his feet, trembling as he said:

"You...you...are you saying?"

"That's right, I've already touched the threshold. The duel in five days is a must-win."

Kael'thas was so shocked that he couldn't speak, a Grand Magister at the age of 16...

"Indeed, the talent of us Quel'Dorei is not inferior to anyone. Instructor Aier is the most conclusive evidence!"

Rommath: This thigh, I, Lao Luo, no, I, Xiao Luo, am determined to hug it!

...

Rommath stood blankly on the stage, recalling the scene of the young man pointing out the direction three days ago, and couldn't help but be fascinated.

This was also the reason why he treated these kings and high-ranking members of various races so humbly.

In his heart, Lord Aier had risen to the level of Instructor Aier. Of course, he was not as simple as Kael'thas. The young man's ascension to the throne of Grand Magister at the age of 16 was also one of the reasons why he admired him.

...

"What is that long-eared guy doing? Why hasn't he started yet?"

"Mr. Rommath! Mr. Rommath?"

...

The increasingly noisy reception room brought Rommath back to his senses. He showed an embarrassed smile and said softly:

"Sorry, everyone, for the long wait. Let me introduce the first exhibit, the Limited Invincibility Belt 2.0 version. This belt is compatible with the shield of the first generation, but originally it could only offset..."

As the Grand Magister explained, the people below the stage also quieted down, listening attentively. Some even took out notebooks and recorded Rommath's words verbatim.

"What a great invention. I think my construct can learn from this structural form. Master Aier is indeed a milestone figure combining engineering and alchemy..."

Thermaplugg from Gnomeregan praised Aier and his creations, which attracted the attention of the Bronzebeard brothers next to him.

"Hey, friend, I don't think there's anything special about this belt?"

Muradin Bronzebeard, who had not spoken all along, finally couldn't resist his curiosity and asked.

"Ha, is your stone head full of muscles? Damn, how can anyone doubt Master Aier's masterpiece?"

The gnome's sharp voice made Rommath on the stage very unhappy, but he pretended not to hear it and continued to explain patiently.

"Damn... Wuwu, Brann, why are you covering my mouth?"

Muradin tore off his younger brother's hand and asked angrily.

Brann changed his usual unreliable attitude and smiled apologetically at the gnome:

"Sorry, Master Mechanic, please tell us two brothers in detail. We just came back from an elven ruin in Loch Modan. This adventure delayed us for too long, so we don't know much about Master Aier..."

"Okay, for the sake of the Bronzebeard, I will carefully explain the mystery of this belt..."

...

In this way, Thermaplugg explained the structure of the first generation Limited Invincibility Belt as if he were enumerating his family's treasures, completely forgetting about taking notes.

The Bronzebeard brothers and the human kings next to them, whether they understood or not, also gave face and let out bursts of exclamations.

...

As time passed, Rommath also finished introducing the first product.

"Okay, the first exhibit has been introduced. The first batch of Limited Invincibility Belt 2.0 has been manufactured by the Saronite Alchemist Workshop overtime, but it is estimated that only 1,000 finished products will be released next month..."

"Kul Tiras wants all of this batch!"

King Proudmoore, who was impatient, roared with his loud voice.

"Bullshit, why does a maritime country like you need so many invincibility belts? In my opinion, it's better to let our Kingdom of Gilneas take this batch!" This is King Greymane.

"Enji ah, there are too many goods in this batch, you can't handle it, let uncle do it." This is King Thoras Trollbane who is selling his seniority.

...

The kings argued with red faces. The usually calm and magnanimous Lionheart King even rolled up his sleeves. Those who didn't know would definitely think that these were some gang bosses who were unevenly dividing the spoils and were about to fight.

"Since everyone wants it, then each country should be limited to one hundred pieces of this batch of equipment. As for the following orders, please send envoys to the headquarters of the Saronite Alchemist Workshop to negotiate..."

"Why is it one hundred? There are obviously only 8 countries represented here!"

Brann shouted, pressing Thermaplugg's head.

"Brann, you bastard, don't listen to him, we, Gnomeregan, want it too!"

The two, who were just like a family, completely turned against each other for 100 belts.

"Is there one more?"

"Dalaran has also pre-ordered 100."

Rommath said helplessly.

"Okay, since everyone has no objection, then let me introduce the next product - Pterodactyl Bionic Glider..."

...

Time passed slowly, and Rommath sent away the last few kings with a dry mouth.

Calculating the gains of this "press conference" in his heart, the Grand Magister couldn't help but smack his lips.

"The Saronite Alchemist Workshop will have more than 200,000 gold coins in this batch of orders alone..."