Azeroth Monster Manual

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Browsing the system interface that was refreshing rapidly, Aier nodded in satisfaction. Having had the experience of a lottery draw once before, he didn't have many ripples in his heart... or so he thought.

【Number of extractions: 13989 people, Attempts: 18】

Looking at the text prompt on the last line of the system interface, even though the youth was mentally prepared, he didn't expect this harvest to be so bountiful.

With an excited heart, Aier raised his trembling hand and teleported away in a wave of pale purple arcane energy.

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Un'Goro Crater, Marshal's Stand.

The originally simple camp had long been transformed. A cluster of buildings with a distinct Quel'dorei style was scattered in a well-organized manner. Two chimneys, as tall as mage towers, rose from the ground, flanking a huge factory where the sounds of rumbling never ceased.

The youth surveyed the surrounding buildings while aimlessly walking on the wide granite-paved road.

In the distance, a human took off his red safety helmet and ran eagerly towards Aier.

“Lord Aier, you've finally come! Those venomous oozes…”

Willid said with surprise while wiping the sweat from his forehead.

That's right, several months before Aier left Un'Goro Crater, he had bought out the entire land of Marshal's Stand. The original Marshal's Stand no longer existed, leaving only the current Saronite Alchemy Workshop.

Willid and his sister Marshal naturally became Aier's first batch of human laborers. And those adventurers who came to the dangerous continent of Kalimdor just to seek gold also stayed behind, becoming laborers here, after all, Aier Saronite was paying too much.

“Let's not talk about that now, I have something more important to instruct you.”

The youth said seriously.

“Temporarily suspend the mass production of those bionic alchemical equipment, and focus on producing Jin Ke La 3.0 and Primal Coagulant. The war is about to begin…”

“What about those elven scholars?”

Willid asked nervously. Although he already knew Lord Aier's plan, hearing the news that they were about to go to war with the trolls still made his tone heavy with a hint of nervousness and fear.

“Put them on hold for now, prepare to launch the Eye of Dalaran Project.”

“Yes! Lord Aier!”

‘Lord Aier… It seems like things are getting serious.’

Willid shuddered and ran off to convey Aier's orders as if his life depended on it.

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Quel'Thalas, Sunfury Spire.

“Your Majesty, the war is coming…”

The youth sat in front of Anasterian with a grim expression, speaking in a serious tone.

“Aier, have you considered the pros and cons of this matter?”

The Sun King's aged voice sounded. The scene of the transaction between the two a few days ago was still vivid in his mind, but not long after, this youth's ambition was so nakedly displayed in front of everyone.

The youth and Anasterian stared at each other in silence.

“Jin Ke La and Ah You were originally your things. No matter who you give them to, it's your business, and I have no right to deprive you of your academic achievements. That's only right.

But have you ever thought about why Quel'Thalas hasn't completely eliminated the Amani trolls all these years? We have the strength to do so, I think you should know.”

Anasterian's tired face became animated, and he questioned the youth in a tone filled with anger.

But Aier still didn't speak. He lowered his head as if in thought, or perhaps in repentance.

“Aier Saronite! You're amazing! You're noble! You gave your research results to the humans, you want to lead the humans to win the war against the trolls! But do you know what you've done? You've ruined my plan that I've painstakingly managed for over 2000 years! You've ruined the future of Quel'Thalas!”

The Sun King roared. At this time, he was like an old father who had lost his beloved son, angrily questioning Aier, the 'murderer'.

“Those Amani trolls are not to be feared by us Quel'dorei, but our people have long been accustomed to the comfortable and affluent life of the past 4000 years. The shadow of war seems to have long gone far away from us…

But is that really the case? Even with the powerful Sunwell, our fertility rate is pitifully low.

Do you know how much the population of Quel'Thalas has increased this year? Do you know how many newborns there are in Quel'dorei this year? Let me tell you, it's less than 0.1%! Quel'Thalas, with over a million Quel'dorei citizens, has only less than a mere 1000 newborns this year!

And what about those humans? Those humans, whose fertility rate far exceeds that of the trolls, can give birth to millions of newborns in a year, or even millions! Do you know what this represents?

You gave the formula for the three generations of Jin Ke La to those humans for free, which will inevitably cause their population and low-level mages to increase exponentially!

You gave Ah You's skin, which has strong magic resistance, to those humans! You even want to help them eliminate all the trolls in the Eastern Kingdoms!

Don't scare me with the Hakkar threat theory. Even if all the life in Hinterlands is sacrificed, that meager energy is not enough for Hakkar to come to our world.

Do you think you are a savior? You have cultivated a group of wolves and tigers for your motherland!

And those humble humans will not remember everything you have contributed to them.

One day, Quel'dorei will be submerged in the vast army of humans, our people will become the playthings of those human nobles, and our proud Sunwell will become the heirloom of the human generations!

If it weren't for those trolls becoming the targets of our army's training, if it weren't for those trolls becoming our common enemy with the humans, if it weren't for Zul'Aman lying between the Ghostlands and Andorhal…

Then our kingdom, our people, everything of ours will collapse in the days to come, and the traces of Quel'dorei's existence, the history of Quel'dorei's existence may only appear in the history textbooks of those humble humans, do you understand, Aier Saronite!? Turn back! There's still time… …

Anasterian was like a wild beast choosing someone to devour, his eyes were bloodshot, and he exuded an unspeakable sadness.

Until the end, the Sun King's angry questioning seemed to turn into a plea, begging Aier not to do this.

Time passed slowly, and the Sun King slumped back on his throne, narrating to the youth in a tone as if chatting with a friend:

“Although I am very unwilling to admit it, I have to admit that everything that King Dath'Remar, even my father, Felo'melorn Sunstrider, did was ten times, a hundred times better than me, this incompetent king.

When it comes to me, I seem to only be able to be a guardian of the status quo, but I am not reconciled! I am not reconciled to watching our 'neighbors' become stronger and stronger, I am not reconciled to watching our people become increasingly decadent, but I have no way, can you understand this feeling, Aier?”

Anasterian said these words to the youth that he had never even said to Kael'thas. The youth could see from that well-maintained face that the king in front of him was almost exhausted for the sake of his country and his people.

“Your Majesty…”

After a long silence, Aier finally spoke. He slowly stood up and walked to Anasterian.

Just like comforting a friend of many years, the youth gently patted the Sun King's shoulder.

Anasterian raised his head in surprise, looking at the youth in disbelief, and then became relieved.

How many years has it been? Since becoming the Sun King, how many years has it been since someone patted him on the shoulder like this.

His father, Felo'melorn Sunstrider, once encouraged him like this, his friend of many years, Belovar, once praised him like this, and those former friends and childhood playmates who disappeared in the long river of history… …

Those memories buried deep in his memory were replayed in the Sun King's mind like a slideshow, he thought he had forgotten them long ago, but he remembered them one by one today.

‘Ah, it's been almost two thousand years, hasn't it? My life is really long and boring. Sometimes I really envy Antonidas, that short-lived guy.’

Anasterian smiled self-deprecatingly.

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PS: There will be one or two more chapters before 12 o'clock, emmmm… …