Azeroth Monster Manual

Everyone listened to the young man's explanation, dumbfounded.

“This… this is too exaggerated…”

A mage said in astonishment.

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Eyre ignored everyone's reaction and continued:

“However, I have good news for you. Unlike Arcane Torrent, Anti-Magic Field won’t harm your body too much.

Theoretically speaking, if you can immediately restore your mana, then the Anti-Magic Field can be cast a second time, a third time… instead of having to rest for a full day after each release like Arcane Torrent.”

Eyre explained the precautions of the Anti-Magic Field with a calm expression, while the others beside him stared at him dumbfounded, unable to speak for a long time.

“Is it okay to give this seventh-circle spell to them?”

Belovar asked worriedly.

“It’s okay. I’ll modify the magic circuit of this spell later, so that even high-level mages can use it. However, the Anti-Magic Field given to them will be a weakened version. There’s no other way.”

Eyre shrugged helplessly.

“Enough… enough… Thank you for your generosity. Sandra Eclipse, the commander of the First Regiment of the Eclipse Legion, pays her respects to you!”

The female mage placed a hand on her chest and bowed deeply.

Anasterian looked at the legion commander with satisfaction. Sandra had made a great contribution by getting such a large amount of wool from Eyre, that stinky brat, without any effort.

“Master Eyre… can I ask you something private? You don’t have to answer if you feel I’m being presumptuous.”

Sandra lowered her head shyly.

Sandra's words were like igniting a powder keg, and all the mages behind her clamored.

“The legion commander is so bold!”

“That’s right! Only the legion commander is worthy of the great mage Eyre.”

“Lady Sandra, you’ve finally seen the light!”

…

“Shut up! You bastards! Increase the magic net energy guide by three percentage points this month, and all of you get back to work!”

Sandra scolded angrily.

Everyone quietly sized up the Flame Strike that was about to take shape in the legion commander's hand and ran away in a puff of smoke, ridiculing as they ran:

“With such a bad temper, no wonder she’s 1500 years old and still doesn’t have a boyfriend!”

“Haha, don’t let the legion commander hear you, or she’ll burn your butt with Dragon Breath.”

“Idiot! You’re talking too loudly! Ah! No! Don’t do this! Lady Sandra, we were wrong!”

…

Sandra shouted angrily, and the Flame Strike that she was holding back instantly flew out, burning the mages who had run far away, causing them to wail and cry.

“Lord Eyre… I… I didn’t mean that.”

Sandra turned her head and smiled embarrassedly at the young man, as if nothing had happened just now.

She held her two fair and slender hands behind her back, twisting them vigorously. The bright red color, like cinnabar, spread across her delicate skin, and there was no trace of the rage she had shown just now.

“Lord Eyre… I… I”

Sandra's voice became more and more subtle. Belovar and Anasterian couldn't help but stretch their ears, and only then could they barely hear what she was about to say.

Anasterian (Belovar): “I don’t agree to this marriage!”

The two looked at each other in surprise and nodded tacitly.

Sandra: ? ? What's happening?

Eyre: Antonidas actually gave me a passive skill of a miser. As Aedan said, he is a cheapskate. This is too vivid. By the way, did they just say something? Forget it, let me continue to see what other good things there are.

…

Belovar, the Sun King, and Sandra looked at each other awkwardly, competing for the thickness of their skin. In the end, Sandra, this 1500-year-old 'little girl', was slightly inferior.

She stamped her foot angrily and ran away crying.

Belovar and Anasterian looked at each other with complicated expressions.

Belovar: Sandra, this shameless woman, actually wants to eat young meat. How can my grandson be tainted by an old woman? How naive!

Anasterian: Why hasn't Lianda returned yet? Doesn't she understand the principle of too many wolves and not enough meat? What an idiot!

Eyre: I'm a little hungry. What should I eat for lunch today?

…

“You brat, tell me the truth. Did the Anti-Magic Field you just released use up all the mana in your body?”

Belovar looked at his grandson from left to right, and nodded with satisfaction only after he found that there were no obvious scars on the young man.

“Actually, it’s okay, but I have to say that the mana consumption of the Anti-Magic Field is really amazing! I just…”

“Cough cough…”

Anasterian coughed lightly, interrupting the grandfather and grandson who were in the middle of an animated conversation.

“I have to thank you, Eyre. You have brought a powerful war magic to Quel'Thalas. What is even more commendable is that you have contributed it selflessly.”

Anasterian looked at the young man in front of him with a smile in his eyes.

Eyre scratched his head and said with some distress:

“Actually, I feel that this Anti-Magic Field is a bit of a burden. Great mages like you are very likely to be immune to this spell, and even if they are not immune, it may not last long.

Just now, I detonated a full 5% of my mana to barely make the Anti-Magic Field reach a radius of 3000 yards! That's 5% of my mana. How many Blink spells can 5% of my mana release, and how many powerful evocation magic spells can it release!

The duel with Antonidas is the day after tomorrow, and this 5% of mana may be the reason for failure. I must not be careless… Eh? Is the elemental pool already full? Then it’s okay.”

Anasterian: …

Baelovar: …

Is that even human language?

…

King Anasterian barely suppressed the urge to lash out, his face dark as he said:

“Alright, now we can talk about compensation. At least 40% of the Sunwell's energy was used on you, and even the current runestone barrier is barely holding.

If we want to restore the magic in the well, even with the help of the leyline network, it will take at least three months. I think the benevolent Master Ayr wouldn't just stand by and watch our people 'starve' for three months, would he?”

^.^

Anasterian spoke seriously, but Baelovar, familiar with the Sun King's personality, knew that, based on the principle of equivalent exchange, Anasterian was eyeing something again.

He wanted to remind his grandson, but after thinking about the dimmed Sunwell, he held back.

'All gifts bestowed by fate have their prices clearly marked. Since he has chosen this path, he should understand the cost…'

Baelovar sighed and stopped dwelling on the boy's answer. All he could do was offer silent support, even if it meant giving everything…

“I am very sorry about the Sunwell, but there is nothing I can do, Your Majesty.”

The boy placed a hand on his chest and bowed.

“But I have a great gift to give you.”

Ayr smiled slyly, and under Anasterian's puzzled gaze, he pulled out a brand-new map.

“This is…”

Anasterian and Baelovar leaned closer to look, and soon exclaimed in surprise.

“Are you saying… there are leylines in the Hinterlands?”

The Sun King looked at the various small points and notes marked on the map, the results of the boy's careful surveys in his spare time.

“That's right, Your Majesty, look here…”

Ayr pointed to a corner of the map.

“This is Revantusk Village, west of the Endless Sea, backed by cliffs. I call this place Land's End (actually exists in the game but not in the Hinterlands). Those foolish and ignorant Revantusk trolls have no idea what lies beneath their feet!”

Before the two could react, the boy pointed to another small point on the map and continued:

“And here, this is Jintha'Alor, the capital of the Witherbark trolls. A more abundant leyline node is buried beneath here…”

“Unbelievable! Little Hinterlands actually has two leyline nodes!”

Anasterian said excitedly.

“Your Majesty, that's not the point. The point is, if these two adjacent leyline nodes are connected…”

The boy said slowly in a bewitching tone.

“If they are connected, the magical energy generated by these two small nodes will be comparable to the leyline node of Quel'Thalas?”

Baelovar couldn't contain the joy in his heart and said excitedly.

“Not that optimistic. As far as I know, the two leyline nodes combined may not even be half the size of Quel'Thalas'.”

“Enough… that's enough!”

Anasterian snatched the map from the boy's hand, staring unblinkingly at the small points marked on the map.

“Your Majesty, are you saying?”

Salorean, who had been silent, asked in disbelief.

“Have you heard of the Kaldorei's Moonwell? That's right, if these two leyline nodes are connected and enough Sunwell water is infused, it will become a super-weakened version of the Sunwell… And the great gift I give to Your Majesty is another piece of land where our people can live freely - Jintha'Alor!”

Ayr smiled as he watched the three high-ranking elves who were in turmoil, and slowly spoke his ambition.

Anasterian returned the map in his hand to Ayr. He took the Felo'melorn from his waist and came to Salorean.

Salorean was startled, but then, as if he had thought of something, he knelt excitedly on the ground and lowered his head.

Anasterian gently patted Salorean's shoulders with Felo'melorn and said solemnly:

“From this day on, Quel'Thalas will join Ayr's Light and fully cleanse all the trolls in the Eastern Kingdoms! Salorean Sunstrider, from today onwards, the Second and Fourth Legions of the Sunstriders, and the Fourth and Fifth Legions of the Farstriders will be under your command. I appoint you as the Supreme Commander of the Quel'dorei Expeditionary Force…”

“The Quel'dorei will surely be victorious! selama ashal'anore! (Fight for the justice of the people!)”

…

Although he had been prepared, he was still somewhat stunned when he suddenly heard that the Sun King had actually dispatched four full-fledged mage and ranger legions to join Ayr's Light.

'Even the guardian Salorean has been sent out. It seems that His Majesty is determined to obtain the leylines of Jintha'Alor and Revantusk Village this time.'

Ayr thought silently.

Even though Ayr showed Anasterian half of the secrets in his heart, Anasterian reluctantly acquiesced to his plan to clear the trolls.

And the map in the boy's hand was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The Hinterlands, a land of great strategic importance, has always occupied a very high proportion in the Sun King's mind, as evidenced by the fact that Sylvanas Windrunner was sent to the Hinterlands hundreds of years ago to establish Quel'Danil Lodge.

“Ayr Salornas, I am very satisfied with this gift.”

Anasterian raised his head, the flames in his eyes burning fiercely.

The boy suddenly had a feeling that a kind of emotion called ambition seemed to be rekindled in the Sun King's old eyes…