Azeroth Monster Manual

“Aier, you need to think carefully. Every Quel'Dorei only has one chance in their life to use the Sunwell to advance to Grand Magister…”

Belovar stood behind the boy, saying earnestly, but the boy didn't say a word, just focused on watching the boiling golden well water below.

The crimson walls, engraved with gilded flame patterns, tightly surrounded the Sunwell below, and pale golden arcane brilliance rose from the well water, soaring into the sky.

“It's very beautiful, isn't it?”

Anasterian said with a hopeful tone.

“Extremely beautiful, Your Majesty,”

The boy replied with a slightly complicated expression.

“I come here every day, and this pilgrimage-like behavior has lasted for nearly 2800 years. My life will eventually reach its end, but it won't. It will protect our people for generations, allowing them to thrive…”

Anasterian raised a hand, and pale golden arcane energy, like a playful sprite, surrounded his fingertips.

“Although I often lament my long and uninteresting life, if I can see such a grand scene every day, then the meaning of my existence can be sufficiently explained. What do you think? Aier.”

The arcane energy at Anasterian's fingertips transformed into a lifelike little phoenix, flying into the golden well water with a soft chirp and disappearing.

“The meaning of our existence shouldn't just be because of the Sunwell.”

The boy said this sentence full of vicissitudes with his slightly childish voice, attracting the attention of a group of high-level officials.

“What nonsense are you talking about, you brat?”

Belovar hurriedly pushed the boy's back, signaling him to apologize immediately. Saying such rebellious words in front of him, or rather in front of all high elves, would have very serious consequences. The Sunwell's position for the Quel'Dorei is like their god, their… mother.

Anasterian, however, was not angry. Ever since the boy confessed to him (as he believed), the phrase 'the Sunwell will be destroyed' had been lingering in his mind, unable to be dispelled.

This sentence tormented his mind like a nightmare. He once wanted to deny the boy's statement, but the Hammer of Khaz'goroth, radiating Titan power, and the very real Time magic behind the boy forced him to believe that Aier's words might really happen…

“Your Majesty,”

The boy's voice awakened the Sun King, who was immersed in his own thoughts. He looked at the boy with a dazed expression.

“Begin.”

“Your Majesty, wait, let me persuade this brat again.”

Belovar hurriedly stood in front of Aier, saying with a stern tone that the boy had never seen before:

“You are still young, you still have decades, centuries, or even millennia to advance to Grand Magister. There is no need to be so eager for quick success.”

At the end, Belovar even lowered his voice in front of everyone, and said fiercely in the boy's ear:

“Fool, every magister with great ambitions or outstanding talent will not use the Sunwell to advance to Grand Magister. Do you know why?

If you use the Sunwell to improve your realm, the massive energy will destroy the fragile spirit of the users, causing permanent damage. Although this damage can be recovered, the user's talent will forever remain at the moment of promotion.

Moreover, this promotion rate is only less than one-tenth. Do you know what this represents? Only old men like me and His Majesty, and those old men who have been stuck at the level of magister for a lifetime, are willing to exchange their chicken-rib-like talent for an uncertain future in their final moments!

“Don't worry, Grandpa, I am not that kind of reckless person.”

The boy gently took Belovar's hand off his shoulder.

Belovar wanted to say something more, but was stopped by the Sun King.

And the boy also slowly walked down the steps during this gap, towards the golden well water below.

“Your Majesty! You are harming him! He is still so young!”

Belovar uncharacteristically lost his composure, but Anasterian just shook his head firmly.

“Belovar, you have a good grandson…”

Anasterian sighed. He looked down at the boy who was still moving forward, revealing an expression of envy and hope.

“Aier Salronar may just be a beloved grandson in your heart, but he is actually not ordinary. Because of kinship, it is difficult for you to see the many halos on his body. Today… let him teach us old antiques a lesson.”

“But Your Majesty, he is just a…”

“Shhh!”

… …

Aier felt the substantial arcane energy around him. With a mix of nervousness and apprehension, he walked towards the Sunwell, which was rising with a golden mist.

Belovar's words had actually been heard by him, but the boy had no choice. He could clearly feel that even after digesting the massive gains from this public class, his realm was still far from legendary.

In the world of Azeroth, where legends are everywhere and epics are worse than dogs, in this world where the strong can destroy stars with one punch and the weak are like weeds, if you don't have enough strength, saying you control fate is just empty talk.

Thinking of the upcoming Troll War, those powerful Loa gods, and the even more terrifying Soulflayer Hakkar, the boy's determination to become stronger became even firmer.

‘Only a legend can have the qualifications to become a chess player.’

The boy took a step forward and walked into the Sunwell.

… …

“Quick! Stop him! He's crazy! This brat is crazy!”

Belovar shouted while frantically mobilizing magic, wanting to teleport in front of the boy and pull him out of that 'fiery pit' below.

“Salorian, stop him!”

Anasterian almost cried out the moment he saw Aier step into the Sunwell, but he remembered what the boy had just said to him, and forcibly resisted the impulse in his heart, preparing to wait and see.

“Your Majesty, Aier he…”

Salorian's half a leg had already stepped on the edge of the platform, about to jump down to stop the reckless boy, but the Sun King's words made him hesitate again.

“Execute the order!”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Salorian sighed, and with a nimble flip, came in front of Belovar, heavily punching him in the chin, instantly interrupting the Grand Magister's almost completed spell.

Belovar endured the severe pain and struggled to get up, coming to the edge of the platform. When he saw the boy's golden hair slowly disappear into the well water, he couldn't help but let out a shrill roar.

“Aier! No!”

Anasterian's expression was complicated, and he immediately released a sleep spell on Belovar, who had temporarily lost his ability to cast spells.

Looking at the Grand Magister slumped on the ground, the Sun King said in a deep voice:

“Salorian, watch him and don't let him do anything stupid.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Although the Sunwell is a weakened version of the Well of Eternity, the terrifying arcane energy within the well is still extremely powerful. In addition, the Sunwell is built on a magic net node, which makes the arcane energy it contains even more terrifying.

For example, if an ordinary person comes into contact with Sunwell water, they will be vaporized by the vast arcane energy in an instant. Even Belovar and Anasterian, who are Grand Magisters, if their skin or limbs accidentally come into contact with Sunwell water, the skin and limbs that come into contact with the well water will gradually crystallize under the invasion of arcane energy, and cannot heal on their own unless they endure the pain and cut off this part of the limb.

And Aier's behavior of walking directly into the Sunwell was like suicide, no wonder Belovar was so panicked and nervous, even at the cost of contradicting Anasterian to go down and save the boy.

“Your Majesty, is Aier really okay?”

Salorian asked nervously. More than ten years of getting along had made him treat Aier as his own son. Although that boy always forced him to listen to some strange knowledge, it did not prevent Salorian from liking Aier.

But his duty as a 'Well Guardian' prevented him from impulsively going down to rescue people like Belovar. He could only silently stand on the Sun King's side, watching the boy slowly sink until he disappeared.

At this time, he finally couldn't hold back the tension and grief in his heart, and rarely asked the Sun King about the boy's safety.

“Wait.”

The Sun King didn't say much, but his messy footsteps still betrayed his mood.

… …

At this time, Aier was enjoying himself in the Sunwell. The golden well water wrapped around the boy's entire body like warm amniotic fluid.

The exquisite robe quietly melted the moment it came into contact with the well water. Aier was now immersed at the bottom of the well, hugging his knees, his eyes slightly closed, as if he had lost consciousness.

【Detecting massive arcane energy】

【Detecting arcane energy access】

【Warning! Energy is too large】

【Arcane energy has been converted】

【Detecting trace arcane divinity injection】

【Detecting trace arcane divinity injection】

… …

The transparent light curtain floating in front of him frantically popped out a series of system messages, and the boy was unaware of this as if he were asleep.

【Warning! Arcane energy exceeds threshold, host's body is about to collapse】

【Warning! Arcane energy exceeds threshold, host's body is about to collapse】

… …

Aier woke up in a burst of severe pain, and shuddered when he saw his lower body crystallizing rapidly.

“Damn it, why can't I control my thoughts and fall asleep all of a sudden?”

The boy didn't bother to complain, and quickly swam towards the surface of the well, but he was still too naive. His body had already exceeded the limit that could bear arcane energy, and the speed of crystallization was constantly accelerating. Before long, his waist and abdomen became a whole piece of crystal clear golden crystal.

“I can't go on like this. If I don't think of a way, I will really die here today.”

Aier forcibly suppressed the panic in his heart, and his light blue pupils were instantly dyed dark blue under the effect of 【Hypermnesia】.

Time seemed to stand still, and the originally boiling well water seemed to be frozen. The boy was immersed in the memory palace, trying hard to think of a way to save himself.

“It can only be like this!”