Azeroth Monster Manual

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The sky had just barely brightened when a long queue formed at the entrance of the Sarona Biological Alchemy Workshop. From a distance, the dark mass of heads jostled together, a lively scene.

“Quiet down, everyone. Lord Ayr is still resting. If I find anyone making a loud noise, watch out for Old Hermit's double-barreled shotgun.”

Hermit, wielding his high-quality double-barreled shotgun, glared menacingly at the restless adventurers.

“Hmph, putting on airs. If it weren't for Lord Ayr's mercy, this little dwarf would have gone to see his ancestors long ago,” a green-skinned goblin muttered under his breath.

“Who's to say otherwise? He hasn't learned a third of what it takes to be a man, but he's mastered seven parts of officialdom. Does he really think we're afraid of him? We're only respecting Lord Ayr…”

Whispers occasionally arose from the crowd, but no one dared to raise their voice.

The reason it was so lively today was because Hermit had long spread the word that only the last hundred bottles of Jinkela 2.0 remained. Today was the clearance sale, each bottle priced at 800 gold coins. Hey? Don't complain about the price. Only one bottle per person, first come, first served.

When the adventurers heard this news, they were filled with righteous indignation, cursing and swearing under their breath. Some were even more radical, claiming they would unite to boycott the Biological Alchemy Workshop's products and drive it to bankruptcy.

But the next day, all these voices disappeared. Everyone obediently lined up because they knew this was the last chance to make a quick buck.

…

Just then, a graceful figure walked up to the vigilant Hermit and began to actively help him maintain order.

It was a human girl of about 18 or 19 years old, with delicate features and long, light golden hair. Every move she made exuded the youthful energy of a maiden.

“Holly, what are you doing here?”

Hermit lowered his voice and quietly said to the girl beside him with some helplessness.

“I'm here to help you maintain order. Lord Ayr will be very happy to see me when he wakes up,” the girl said in a clear and melodious voice, her pretty face flushed with anticipation.

“Lord Ayr won't be happy. You should go back and find your brother. I think he'll give you some life advice,” Hermit said euphemistically.

“Who says? Lord Ayr smiled at me yesterday,” Holly revealed a lovestruck smile.

Holly Marshall was the younger sister of Willide Marshall. The two had adventured all the way from Lordaeron to this place.

When Ayr first arrived, this brave girl happened to be out hunting with the hunting party. But the moment she returned to the camp and saw Ayr, her restless heart was instantly captured.

From day to night, she seized every opportunity to get close to the young man, serving tea and water with utmost care, forcing Ayr to hide in the laboratory to avoid this overly enthusiastic girl.

In Old Hermit's words: Even Will 'Heavy Fist' Marshall's dog would shake its head.

“Lord Ayr smiles at everyone,” the old dwarf sighed helplessly, continuing to hint.

“Lord Ayr must like me too!” Holly argued, sticking to her guns.

“Oh? What makes you say that?”

“I had a bit of a fever a few days ago and lay down on Lord Ayr's bed. I asked him why he didn't care about me, and he asked me if I was sick and told me to take medicine if I was. Lord Ayr is so gentle, it turns out he does care about me.”

Hermit: …

“And there's more! There's more!”

The girl gesticulated wildly, continuing excitedly:

“I confessed to Lord Ayr yesterday!”

“Really? What did Lord Ayr say?” Hermit asked with an interested expression.

“He said get lost!”

Hermit: …

“Lord Ayr is really so considerate, knowing that it's far from my home. He must care about me, and he's probably afraid that I'll be too tired from walking, so he told me to get lost, right?” Holly clasped her hands to her chest, her eyes turning into two hearts.

Hermit: There's no cow in milk, no wife in wife cake, and he doesn't have you in his heart…

…

“Hurry up and leave, it'll be too late if we don't go now.”

Ayr, carrying his staff, flew slowly through the dense forest, with Old Hermit, who was as tired as a dog, behind him.

“Huff, huff, Lord Ayr, she… she shouldn't be able to catch up.”

Hermit rested his hands on his knees, bent over, and gasped for breath. He looked back from time to time, wondering what he was looking at.

“You old Hermit are just useless. You're panting like this after only a few kilometers. Do you even want to get revenge?”

Ayr hovered in mid-air, pointing a finger at the exhausted dwarf with a look of disappointment.

Hermit: Tired… let's just destroy it.

“Sizzle, sizzle…”

“What's that sound?” Ayr looked back with a wary expression, and the sight that entered his eyes made his eyes almost pop out of their sockets.

Holly Marshall, wearing leather hunting gear, ran towards them at an extremely fast speed like a titan.

The beautiful face had long lost its former prettiness. Her smile was twisted, the whites of her eyes showed, and if you listened carefully, words like 'Ayr' and 'mine' would occasionally come out of her mouth.

Ayr: Don't come over here!

Without saying a word, Ayr grabbed one of Hermit's feet and began to fly rapidly. The poor Old Hermit flew up without even understanding what was going on.

…

“The woman down the mountain is a tiger; the ancients did not deceive me. Huff… we've already flown more than ten kilometers. That crazy woman definitely can't catch up.”

Ayr patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Huh, Hermit, has your hair loss become this serious?”

Ayr turned his head and saw the old dwarf on the verge of tears, stroking his Mediterranean hairstyle with heartache.

In the past ten kilometers of flight, Ayr was happy, but the old dwarf was unlucky. One of his feet was firmly grasped by Ayr, and with the low-altitude flight, he didn't know how many stones his head had smashed and how much soil he had loosened for the land. That shiny forehead was the best evidence to accuse Ayr's crimes.

Hermit: I still bear everything alone.

…

“Um, don't be angry, Hermit. Don't you think this hairstyle is particularly manly and especially suitable for you?”

Ayr smiled awkwardly.

Hermit: I thank your whole family.

The two of them left the Marshall camp and were now walking in the muddy swamp with one foot deep and the other shallow. Because of Hermit's situation, and with a feeling of atonement, Ayr had to give up flying.

“Wait!”

Hermit warned, quickly walking to a large pit ten meters away.

“What did you find?” Ayr followed closely behind.

What came into the eyes of the two was a giant footprint similar to a trident. The huge footprint stared at the two like the mouth of an abyss, exuding a domineering and dangerous aura.

“It's… Mosh, this is its footprint. Even if it turned into ash, I would recognize that beast!” Hermit looked at the footprint with red eyes. After a moment, he wiped the corner of his eye and knelt down to Ayr.

Ayr quickly helped the old dwarf up. He cast a cleaning spell to help Hermit clean the mud off his body.

“Lord Ayr… please.”

Hermit's tiger eyes contained tears, and he solemnly bowed to the young man.

“Don't worry, I will do my duty for a friend's request,” Ayr said solemnly.

‘A… friend? How long has it been since I heard this word? How reliable.’

The hot tears in the old dwarf's eyes finally couldn't be controlled and fell down.