Azeroth Monster Manual

Aier wandered on the road to Zul'Aman. Along the way, he saw too many corpses and wreckage: men, women, the elderly, and children.

But he didn't regret it, nor did he blame himself. Although he was the heinous invader, he knew that if the Amani and the Revantusk tribes were given the same opportunity, they would definitely eliminate Quel'Thalas without hesitation, and their methods would be even more cruel and vicious.

There is no right or wrong, only victory or defeat. This is war.

The fires that were burning everywhere had been extinguished, but the snow was getting heavier.

With a silent sigh, the young man took one last look at the ground beneath his feet, and then flew into the sky.

The young man chanted magic, and the arcane energy of the entire Zul'Aman began to boil. Under the agitation of magic power, the crimson robe on the young man's body swelled up.

“Snowstorm!”

The snowflakes, which were originally only the size of fingers, became more than ten times larger with the blessing of the snowstorm. Countless hailstones fell from the sky, causing the survivors to flee in all directions.

The old dwarf only destroyed less than one-third of the buildings and civilians, but Zul'Aman has hundreds of thousands of Amani trolls rooted here!

Aier didn't dare to stop. After only a moment's hesitation, he injected all the poisonous energy (Loa power) in his body into the dark clouds above his head.

“Pa la…”

After a roar, the originally dark sky gradually turned pale green.

The white snowflakes turned into a strange light green, and the fist-sized hailstones were also covered with a layer of green brilliance.

A troll civilian was running desperately towards the outskirts of Zul'Aman. The roar in the sky attracted his attention.

Looking at the exposed skin gradually covered by snowflakes, the troll exclaimed:

“Green snowflakes? How could…”

Before he could finish speaking, the violent toxin invaded his nerves. After only a few twitches, the unlucky guy fell to the ground like this.

Such situations were happening all the time. Hexis's Loa power, under the young man's skillful manipulation, became the Grim Reaper's scythe, reaping the lives of trolls.

If Hermit saw this scene, he would definitely yell at Aier, questioning why he didn't use such an ability earlier.

In fact, Aier also had his considerations. First, he had to go to the dungeon to rescue the innocent dwarves and his compatriots, and secondly, he saw Hermit's low mood and pain.

He knew that this middle-aged man had been quietly honing himself since following him, in order to keep up with his pace and become his assistant, although Aier had never asked him to do so.

Every night, when Aier finished studying the materials at hand and wanted to go out for a walk, he could see Hermit burying himself in hard training outside the window. For his career, Hermit gave up his favorite hunting, and even did not hesitate to change his job to become a warrior.

Those amazing warrior secret skills were not learned by Hermit's innate talent and a flash of inspiration, but by his daily and nightly pondering, and he would ask those low- and middle-level warrior professionals for advice whenever he had time, so as to slowly accumulate experience.

Aier clearly remembered that a few months ago, after the two princes of Ironforge came to Dalaran, Hermit did not hesitate to accompany them with a smile every day, bringing gifts to ask for advice. Aier saw all this and also cherished this hard-won friendship.

“Since he has driven the Zero-Type, let him vent his depression.”

Aier thought so.

The snow gradually stopped, and Zul'Aman, this ancient city of thousands of years, was completely turned into a dead city under Aier's devastation.

“When spring comes, this place may become more beautiful.”

Picking up Hexis with a dazed face, Aier flew towards the distance.

… …

Sharvaas, the front line of the war

In the big tent, Amani Overseer Zalas Revantusk stood in place, trembling all over.

Because sitting in front of him was his most respected and most feared mentor.

Hexis sat in the center of the big tent. She wore a voodoo mask with a very troll style. This weird mask perfectly covered her facial features and eyes, making people feel a sense of fear when they saw it.

Beside her was the newly promoted priest Kima. It is said that this priest Kima is very popular with the high priest and is the high priest's concubine. Hexis's whereabouts are always accompanied by him.

Zalas stood in place, even though it was late at night, the time when he was sleeping soundly, but he didn't have the slightest dissatisfaction.

At this time, the Amani Overseer lowered his head, his eyes and nose watching his heart, and he didn't even dare to look directly at Hexis's face.

As Hexis's disciple, Zalas was hailed as the future chieftain of the Amani when he was ten years old. He had unparalleled shadow affinity and was deeply loved by Hexis.

Ten years later, he came of age. He thought that his strength had far surpassed his mentor, but Hexis gave him a profound lesson. From that moment on, he realized the gap between himself and his mentor.

Ten years later, when the ambition in his heart that grew wildly like weeds could no longer be suppressed, he came to his mentor's door again, wanting to challenge her and compete for the position of chieftain of the Amani tribe.

This time, Hexis didn't say anything, just took off her voodoo mask in front of him.

Under the mask was not as ugly as Razas guessed. On the contrary, his mentor was actually a stunning beauty (troll aesthetics), but Razas was still afraid. He knelt down and cried, begging for his mentor's forgiveness.

The reason for this panic was because he knew that Hexis had become the actual leader of the Amani before he was born.

But now forty years have passed, and his mentor, the high priest of the Amani troll, actually has a youthful face under that weird mask.

You should know that Hex is already 60 years old! (Troll lifespans are comparable to humans)

Boundless fear gradually eroded his heart. He knew that when he removed that mask, only death awaited him.

But Hex did not kill Razas. Instead, she let him sit on the throne of the Warlord. Moreover, she shared a secret she had kept hidden for decades with her only disciple…

From that day on, Warlord Razas became Hex's most loyal supporter. Whenever dissenting voices appeared in the tribe, he would rush to the front, ruthlessly sweeping away any obstacles in his mentor's path.

“My disciple, the reason I sought you out is because there is something I need you to do.”

The High Priestess's voice was slightly hollow, but Razas did not doubt her at all. Instead, he knelt nervously on the ground, awaiting his mentor's instructions.

“I need you to recall all the troops from the front line before noon.”

Upon hearing Hex's words, Razas's legs went weak, and he almost fell to the ground. He raised his head in disbelief, staring in astonishment at his mentor.

“Mind your position! Warlord!”

Kima said loudly and haughtily, emphasizing the words 'Warlord' especially.

“Apologies, High Priestess…”

Razas wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and lowered his head again, but this time, his eyes lacked the initial reverence and instead carried a hint of suspicion.

“Deadwood has betrayed us. During the time I came to find you, Zul'Sorrow has been completely destroyed!”

Hex continued.

“What!”

Razas jumped up from the ground, his face full of shock.

“Cough cough…”

Kima coughed twice at this moment.

Razas cast a cold glance at Kima beside Hex, but did not say anything more, instead lowering his head again.

“Forget it, come forward, I have something important to tell you.”

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Hex beckoned Razas with her little finger, signaling Razas to come forward and speak.

“Yes…”

Razas didn't suspect anything, only taking a deep look at Kima before walking forward.

“Wait, Warlord, I also have a secret to tell you.”

Kima smiled strangely, saying mysteriously to Razas.

Razas glanced suspiciously in Hex's direction, and seeing that his mentor did not stop him, he could only walk up to Kima and lower his voice to warn him.

“Don't think that just because you are by the mentor's side… uh…”

Two pairs of eyes met, and Kima's eyes flickered with a strange light.

A few seconds later, Razas stood blankly in place, staring lifelessly at Kima.

“Huff, 20% of mental power is nothing, it can be recovered in about a few hours, but controlling two puppets at the same time is still too much.”

‘Kima’ frowned slightly, gently rubbing his temples.

This Kima was of course not the real Kima, but Aier transformed using the 【Orb of Deception】, in order to carry out the next plan.

Controlling the Warlord to sit below Hex, Aier then strained his voice and shouted loudly in Trollish:

“Guards!”

… …

The sky was slightly white, and a new day began.

Salorean sat early in the war room, silently looking at the sand table in front of him.

Sitting beside him were Prince Kael'thas and Highlord Falstad. Kurdran and Rommath were nowhere to be seen.

“At three o'clock in the morning, I received a magical image from Aerie Peak, and at five o'clock I received another magical image from Quel'Danie…”

Salorean rubbed his brow, saying wearily.

“Is it news from the mentor?”

Kael'thas asked somewhat impatiently.

“No, but it's not far off. Let's talk about the information from Aerie Peak first.

Kima is back, along with two elven girls. This troll said that Commander Aier, that stinky… sorry, he said the commander specifically ran to Zul'Sorrow to save his two little lovers, and then incidentally brought him back with him.”

Everyone: … …

“Marshal, I'm not doubting your information, but… it seems that Commander Aier and Hemet went to Zul'Sorrow specifically to rescue that troll spy, right? How much can we trust a double agent?”

Falstad stroked his beard, asking hesitantly.

“Eight points, I did get news from His Majesty that our… ahem, Her Royal Highness the Princess and her maid did come to the Hinterlands…”

Salorean said awkwardly.

“Ahem… alright, this is after all Master Aier's personal affair, it seems that this mission went smoothly.”

Falstad also coughed awkwardly, no longer speaking.

“Marshal, you just said that you received intelligence from Quel'Danie? Did something happen to Regiment Commander Saldorian there?”

Kael'thas asked softly, hearing that his mentor had successfully completed the task, the stone in his heart gradually fell to the ground, and even his tone became much lighter.

“This is also the reason why I called everyone here. I have heard from some private channels an important, no, two important pieces of news.”

Salorean scanned everyone, his tone and expression becoming extremely serious.

“The first piece of news is that Commander has razed Zul'Sorrow to the ground, Zul'Sorrow has become a dead city.”

“Wow…”

As soon as these words came out, Kael'thas and Falstad all stood up, looking at Salorean with shocked expressions.

But Salorean did not satisfy their desire for knowledge, but continued:

“The second piece of news is… Commander is controlling the High Priest of the Witherbark trolls and has gone to Sharvaas alone…”