Azeroth Monster Manual

The north wind howled, and all things withered.

Due to the cold currents from Alterac, the Hinterlands was experiencing the most extreme cold weather in its history.

In this snowstorm, two figures could vaguely be seen walking on the steep paths between the mountains.

The two slender figures moved forward slowly, one foot deep, one foot shallow, when suddenly, one of them stumbled, her left foot sinking into a deep snowdrift.

"Milady!"

The maid, Lola, struggled to pull Lianda out, who was constantly struggling. The two of them collapsed in the snow, gasping for the frigid air.

"I'm sorry, Lola, if it weren't for my stubbornness, we wouldn't be…"

Lianda lowered her head guiltily and said softly.

"It's okay, Milady, I'm fine."

Lola forced a stiff smile, took a deep look at Lianda, a look of sorrow in her eyes.

… …

Just yesterday, the Sun King summoned all the kingdom ministers and nobles, and publicly announced in the Sunstrider Royal Court that Lianda Sunstrider would be named the First Princess of the Sunstrider Royal Family, and that Lianda, a member of the collateral family, would be recognized as a direct descendant of the Sunstrider line, enjoying all the treatment and rights of the royal family.

As soon as the decree of conferment was issued, the entire royal court exploded. Countless ministers came out to dissuade, and nobles whispered below, analyzing the impact and gains and losses of this decree on the noble group.

Although the ministers dissuaded one after another, even using the disrespectful and spicy ridicule of impure blood, Anasterian simply decided with a light sentence of 'This is a private matter of the Sunstrider family'.

On the day of the conferment, Lianda looked at the densely packed kingdom high-level officials and the great nobles who were usually out of reach standing below. These high-ranking figures all bowed and put one hand on their chests, bowing to her.

But she didn't feel any joy or vanity. Looking at the cold gazes of the kingdom's top figures, looking at her like a commodity, Lianda only felt cold all over.

"Father, your lifelong wish has been realized…"

This may be the only thing worth comforting in the girl's heart. Thinking of Master Aier, whom she had never met, Lianda felt only endless sadness and hesitation.

On the day of departure, Anasterian summoned her for the third time.

"This trip must be quick. The permanent teleportation gate to Aier's Light's base (Hillsbrad Foothills) is on the top floor of the Sunfury Spire.

Once you get there, someone will open the teleportation gate to the Hinterlands for you. I heard that the little girl from the Eclipse family has already set foot on the land of the Hinterlands alone.

That girl is more excellent and works harder than you. Apart from this pretty good skin, you are simply useless compared to her. I warn you, if you cannot complete the task I give you, then the consequences…"

Looking at the dull Lianda with disgust, he was not satisfied with this distant relative no matter how he looked at her, but thinking of those old and haggard old girls, Anasterian could only sigh slightly.

He nodded lightly to the chief eunuch beside him, and the chief eunuch knowingly walked down the steps and handed the prepared tray to Lianda, who was still in a daze.

"Ahem…"

Coming back to her senses, she took the tray and looked blankly at Anasterian.

"This Eternal Radiance set has been baptized by the Sunwell and has surpassed most epic equipment…

As a priest, you only know some low-level divine arts. This set of epic-level priest equipment is given to you in the hope that you can be ashamed and courageous, and strive to improve your own strength, and don't disgrace the Sunstrider surname."

Lianda's pretty face flushed, and she shyly thanked him in a low voice.

Lianda only became a low-level priest at the age of three hundred.

But this is not the girl's fault. From a young age, her family taught her how to be a qualified young lady, from every smile to every detail of her movements and expressions, teaching her how to please men.

Although Lianda's family has always been proud of the Sunstrider bloodline, ever since the Sunstrider royal family branched out three thousand years ago, Lianda's grandfather had been depressed and unhappy, and passed away before the age of 1600.

The family also became more and more difficult after Lianda's grandfather fell. The luxurious manor, once full of guests and scholars, was dilapidated and eventually sold by her father to subsidize the family.

Groups of maids and guards were dismissed, and luxurious carriages and Highland Warhorses (Quel'Thalas has Highland Warhorses, but very few. Generally, the royal family uses these tall and sturdy warhorses to pull vehicles for their traveling palace) were auctioned off, leaving only the last old ancestral house representing the Sunstrider identity.

Although Lianda's father had been committed to restoring the family's glory, the departure of her grandfather caused the connections and hidden resources that could have smoothly transitioned to him to melt away like snowflakes in an instant.

But her father was unwilling to become an ordinary commoner. In order to maintain appearances, he used the family's only remaining property to socialize with those unknown small nobles, just seeking a ticket to the social elite.

Until the last few acres of thin land were all sold, and her father fell ill.

At that time, Lianda was only 7 or 8 years old, a naive and carefree age, but she clearly remembered the look in her father's eyes at that time.

There was no longer the usual doting in her father's eyes, only greed and desire, as if looking at a commodity.

From that day on, her father cut off contact with all his cronies and began to focus on cultivating her.

Using the remaining property obtained from selling the land, and the relief money issued by the royal family every month, Lianda's father successfully cultivated her into a qualified socialite in just over ten years.

She no longer wears floral skirts, but wears bright short skirts that make her snow-white and plump legs faintly visible.

She no longer wears ponytails, but perms her light golden long hair into large waves, because her father said that large waves can arouse the deepest desires in men's hearts.

She no longer goes out without makeup, but puts on delicate light makeup, with a charming smile on her lips from time to time…

All of this was taught to her by her father.

Lianda had resisted, but when she saw her father's hunched and old back, crying alone in the room, she began to blame herself again.

Before his death, her father held her hand and choked, saying:

"Don't let the family's glory be lost in your hands. Promise me, you must climb up, climb to the highest point, and let the family return to the Sunstrider's direct line. Promise me, my daughter…"

Teary-eyed, looking at her dying father, this man gave her all his love before she was seven years old, and after she was seven years old, he gave everything, including his precious life, to this dilapidated family.

Finally, she held his hand and nodded heavily. She decided to live according to her father's wishes and revive the family's glory…

Her father died on a bright day, and her mother cried helplessly on her father's coffin, with only a few hired workers and her childhood sweetheart, Lola, beside her.

Lola held Lianda's hand, her eyes red as she looked at her.

Lianda did not cry, she just quietly watched everything in front of her, until the coffin slowly sank, the workers shoveled the soil, compacted it, and placed the prepared tombstone neatly, until they left.

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On this day, Lianda stood from dawn to dusk, her mother had already left, and only Lola was still with her.

"Lola…"

Lianda's voice was no longer as clear as it used to be, but slightly hoarse, and like a deep voice with a hint of magnetism.

This was the pronunciation method her father taught her, because this way she could attract men's attention and make men hopelessly fall in love with her.

Lianda hated the way her father instilled in her to please men, but today she took the initiative to do so.

"Yes, Milady!"

Lola, who was originally drowsy, shuddered and woke up.

"Let's go…"

From today onwards, the former girl disappeared. She said goodbye to the past and became a qualified socialite, a qualified… tool.

For more than 200 years, relying on her proud figure and delicate face, Lianda has participated in no less than 10,000 large and small parties. She is like a butterfly flitting through the upper class, becoming the most beautiful scenery.

Lianda is a smart girl. Whenever dignitaries and big shots who cannot be refused want to kiss her, she takes out the surname she once hated so much to resist the greedy eyes of those beasts.

Until Anasterian's order…

The girl curled up in the corner. She learned from some nobles that His Majesty wanted to marry her to a bookworm, an antique pig farmer.

200 years of persistence is like a joke. The chastity she painstakingly guarded is just an expensive toy that can please them in the eyes of those in power.

At this time, Lianda is like a shivering little beast, helpless and hesitant.

Time passed slowly. A month and a half had passed since Anasterian's summons. Under the comfort of her mother and Lola, Lianda finally decided to go to Silvermoon City.

'Since I'm going to sell myself, why not sell myself for a good price?'

Re-dressing herself as that charming young lady, Lianda took Lola on the road to the royal capital.

… …

The past 300 years kept churning in her mind. Her limbs had already become stiff, but the snow was getting heavier…

With difficulty, she turned her head and looked at Lola, who had already fallen asleep. A bitter expression appeared on Lianda's stiff face.

'I'm sorry, Lola, if I hadn't insisted on walking this last free journey, I wouldn't have harmed you and me together…'

Candle-like holy light flickered on Lola's body. This was the last thing Lianda could do.

Looking at Lola's delicate and lovely cheeks gradually becoming rosy under the cotton hat, Lianda finally closed her eyes.

Just at this moment, the girl who was on the verge of death felt her cold body gradually warming up, and a pleasant voice came from her ear.

"Hermit, you idiot, do you have some misunderstanding about your 100cm height? Carrying her like this will inevitably drag the skin off her feet."

"Lord Aier, what does 'drag the skin off' mean?"

…

Feeling the solid and powerful touch on the bend of her legs and back, Lianda suddenly felt that dying like this seemed not bad.

'May there be no Aier in heaven.'

The girl prayed in her heart, and then fell into a coma.