Azeroth Monster Manual

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Selina stared blankly at the metal bridge in front of her, unsure of what to say, even after exhausting every trick she knew, she couldn't find a single clue on this bridge.

"Which bastard did this..."

The girl rarely cursed, she felt her nerves were about to break down. She had been in this primeval jungle for a full day, from sunrise to the twinkling of stars. Selina suddenly realized that, apart from the key in her pocket, she had gained nothing.

It was as if she were a tourist, witnessing all the bizarre and absurd scenes, but unable to participate in any of them.

Simply put, she was like an outsider, which made the self-proclaimed genius Selina extremely frustrated.

With a helpless sigh, the girl mechanically walked onto the metal bridge once again. Just as she was preparing to face the monotonous ending and give up on this difficult trial, a miracle appeared.

A snow-white unicorn with wings was lowering its head, eating the grass at its feet.

The hazy moonlight shone on the unicorn, and a holy glow like dust occasionally sparkled on this beautiful creature. Just like every little girl's ultimate dream, it stood there quietly, as if waiting for its master to arrive and ride it together to roam the sky.

Selina giggled foolishly, unaware that the saliva at the corner of her mouth was dripping onto the collar of her mage robe.

At this moment, the girl's mind was filled with fairy tales of romance and royalty.

......

Mr. Heavy Fist carefully carried the sleeping Martina and stepped onto the metal bridge again, but unfortunately, nothing happened.

The minotaur simply sighed softly. He glanced tenderly at the little girl who was still sucking her thumb in her sleep, and his heart, already as solid as a rock, became even more resolute.

"Tina, we will live in a big house..."

And so, he stepped onto that metal bridge once again. It wasn't that Mr. Heavy Fist didn't want to look for other clues, but there were no other paths until this metal bridge, this bridge was their last chance.

Therefore, he stubbornly believed that he must seize this hard-won opportunity.

After a long time...

Will stepped onto the metal bridge for the one hundred and thirty-eighth time, even the minotaur with his long endurance was panting heavily from exhaustion.

As he reached the end of the bridge, just as he was preparing to try again, a kodo beast suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Haha, Martina, wake up quickly, we've found a new clue!"

Will shook the drowsy little girl awake, cheering and waving his arms.

"Wow! What kind of monster is that? It's ugly, Daddy, you're so awesome! Mua"

Martina looked at the strange creature in front of her, not only was she not afraid, but instead, she excitedly kissed the minotaur's cheek.

"Tina, this is a kodo beast, our Shu'halo's good friend, we'll talk about this later, let's go, let's see what clues are on this kodo beast."

The two happily walked down the metal bridge, heading towards the kodo beast.

Looking at the clumsy and silly behemoth in front of him, Mr. Heavy Fist suddenly felt a long-lost warmth in his heart.

"I wonder how Aunt Magatha is doing? I hope our clan can prosper and have good fortune in war..."

Just as Mr. Heavy Fist was silently praying and Martina was cheering, an unexpected change occurred.

A terrifying strong wind rose from the ground behind them, forming a terrifying hurricane in just a few seconds.

Seeing the approaching hurricane, Will Heavy Fist was anxious. With his speed, even if he tried his best, he couldn't escape the increasingly violent hurricane behind him. Just when he was about to despair, he suddenly thought of Martina in his arms.

"Sorry... Tina..."

Roughing up the girl's soft brown hair, in Martina's terrified gaze, the minotaur lifted her up with one hand and threw her far away towards the kodo beast in the distance.

"Daddy! Don't leave me behind!"

Martina belatedly screamed hoarsely, but the figure of the minotaur became farther and farther away in her eyes, until it disappeared.

"I'm sorry, Daddy can't take you to live in a big house."

Will's eyes were red, but he kept smiling slightly, he left the last hope of survival to his daughter.

......

A strong sense of crisis rose in her heart, Selina turned her head and looked solemnly at the raging hurricane behind her.

Without the slightest hesitation, the girl took two quick steps and mounted the back of the unicorn.

With a long cry from the unicorn, the girl flew awkwardly into the sky.

......

"Huff... Huff..."

Mr. Heavy Fist gasped for breath, stroking his arm, then he began to look around in a panic as if he had thought of something.

"Daddy..."

Martina hugged the minotaur's ankle tightly with tearful eyes, crying loudly.

"Tina, what... what is going on?"

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Selina looked at her palm with a suspicious expression. She raised her head and looked around, and found that the location she was in was still in the hall.

"Could it be that all of this is an illusion?"

Just as the girl was muttering to herself in disbelief, a crisp applause rang out in the hall.

Kael'thas stood on the second floor of the hall, looking appreciatively at the dozen or so figures standing in the hall. These were all the winners selected this time. Adding the selection of the previous two days, only a few dozen people were able to pass the trial.

This also indirectly proved the rigorousness of this trial.

"Everyone may have some questions to ask me, it doesn't matter, as a privilege of the winners, you deserve to get answers. In order not to delay everyone's time, please come to the second floor."

The prince gracefully performed a Quel'dorei noble salute, and then walked gently into the door behind him.

The dozen or so 'winners' in the hall, of different genders, ages, and even races, looked at each other, their faces full of incredulity.

Selina silently looked around, and took the lead in walking towards the circular staircase leading to the second floor. With a leader, the remaining winners also followed one after another, arriving at the door that Kael'thas had just pushed open.

The door slowly opened, and the prince's gentle voice rang out.

"Everyone, please come in."

This was a spacious conference room, with hundreds of seats in the conference room. At the suggestion of His Highness the Prince, everyone filed in and sat down in different positions.

Selina sat in the front row by the window, while Mr. Heavy Fist put down Martina, and the two sat together in the opposite position.

"I believe everyone has many questions, I will give you ten minutes, you can ask any questions you have."

As soon as Kael'thas finished speaking, a sharp voice rang out in the conference room.

A gnome who was not as tall as the table stood on his chair and said loudly:

"Your Highness the Prince, I am Wilfred Fizzlebang, originally from Dalaran..."

"No one cares about your origin, little guy, don't waste our time!"

"That's right, if you don't have any questions, shut your mouth!"

......

Kael'thas smiled as he looked at the noisy conference room. Those who could stay here were undoubtedly elites among adventurers (or others). Even if they had their own little tempers, it was not unacceptable, so he did not intend to stop these rude 'winners'.

Wilfred angrily wanted to fight back, but when he saw Kael'thas's half-smiling expression, he quickly suppressed his anger and continued:

"Sorry, Your Highness, what I actually wanted to ask is, was everything we just experienced an illusion? Are the illusions we experienced the same? What kind of judging criteria does the Brotherhood have? The reason I ask this is because I didn't successfully escape the storm just now."

The little gnome asked three questions in a row, and these three questions were exactly what these adventurers wanted to ask.

Turning his head triumphantly, Wilfred made a rude gesture to those who had just interrupted him, and then sat down again as if nothing had happened.

Kael'thas looked at the gnome appreciatively. As expected of a race known for its intelligence, such a clear line of thinking made it understandable to complete the 'trial'.

His Highness the Prince coughed lightly, waited for the conference room to quiet down, and then said softly:

"The first question, what you just experienced was indeed an illusion. This illusion is a constant seventh-level illusion spell cast by Archmage Belo'vir, called Phantasmal Realm..."