Azeroth Monster Manual

“Ooo…”

The desolate horn sounded in the silent night sky, and Ayr jumped up from his bunk, startled.

He took out his pocket watch and checked the time.

3:50 AM.

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He rubbed his tired face with his hand, listening to the noisy sounds outside the tent, the assembly call of the Evil Branch Trolls. The young man first activated the effect of the Amulet of Deception.

After a burst of smoke dissipated in the simple tent, the elf boy transformed back into Kima.

Looking back at Hex, who was still fast asleep on the bed, Ayr couldn't help but calculate silently in his heart.

“There's probably less than 2 hours left, might as well do it one more time.”

No sooner said than done, he yanked the animal skin off the female troll, grabbed her long hair roughly, and pulled her up.

He brought Hex's beautiful face close to his, and the boy pried open her eyelids, staring into them.

[Mental Determination] activated.

Immediately afterwards, Ayr went to the Warlord's tent and repeated the Mental Determination process.

“Huff…”

After doing all this, Ayr walked out of the tent. The cold wind slapped his face, which helped him regain some spirit.

He took a light breath and walked towards the front line.

Since the outbreak of war between the Evil Branch and the Deadwood, 5 days had passed. In these five days, Ayr had used Mental Determination 12 times (Warlord + Hex), and coupled with the high-intensity battles of the past few days, he had not had a good night's sleep.

Even with his vast mental strength, Ayr was starting to feel overwhelmed.

Walking out of the tent, watching the Evil Branch army pour out of the camp, and looking at the faint firelight on the horizon, Ayr knew that the final battle was about to begin.

“Chieftain!”

“Lord Kima!”

…

As Ayr walked along the way, countless Evil Branch Trolls all stopped what they were doing and greeted him with fervor.

To commend “Kima's” valiant fighting on the front lines, the Warlord and the High Priest personally awarded him the rank of Chieftain (corresponding to General in the Horde, Commander in the Alliance), which was already well-known throughout the army.

Chieftain Kima's fearlessness and bloodthirst on the battlefield deeply inspired the courage of the Evil Branch Trolls. In less than 5 days, Lord Kima had killed tens of thousands of Deadwood trash with a broken greatsword and his evil black magic.

His strength deeply shocked both the Evil Branch and the Deadwood. In the martial troll clans, it was no exaggeration to say that Kima's influence had once surpassed that of the Warlord and the High Priest.

Kima had conquered all the Evil Branch Trolls with his bravery. Even the most critical trolls would sincerely praise Kima after seeing him: The savage Kima is indeed the pride of our Evil Branch.

“Lord Kima, how many Deadwood trash are you going to kill today?”

“Chieftain! Please let me beat the drums for you!”

“Chieftain! May your blade be forever sharp!”

…

“Kima” waved his arms at the fanatical trolls on both sides as he walked towards the front line.

“Not enough, I still need to add fuel to the fire.”

Under the reflection of the firelight, “Kima's” face was somewhat dim and uncertain.

…

Zul's Altar, Deadwood Main Tent

“Damn it, when I catch Kima, that two-faced bastard, I'll chop him into mincemeat and let all the warriors of the tribe taste his flesh!”

The Deadwood Warlord roared angrily, pounding furiously on the solid wood table.

Just then, a panicked troll scout ran into the tent.

“Not good! Warlord, the Evil Branch Trolls have already begun to assemble!”

“Have the headhunter squads and the soldiers on the front line hold them off. Those Evil Branch beasts don't dare to fight us head-on.”

The Deadwood Warlord looked grimly at the scout who had suddenly barged in and commanded calmly.

In the past five days, although the Deadwood Trolls had suffered some losses (mostly killed by Ayr), they had not discovered any major movements by the Evil Branch Trolls.

In his opinion, even if the Evil Branch brought their army to the border, it was only to make him compromise. The Deadwood couldn't afford the losses, so could the Evil Branch bear it?

You should know that the combined forces of both sides were as many as 300,000, plus the dwarf and elf allied forces lurking on the side. Did the Evil Branch Trolls really want to fight to the death with them?

What capital being destroyed, civilians being massacred, these were all just excuses from that Evil Branch bitch.

The Deadwood Warlord thought so, but the scout's next words made him break out in a cold sweat, almost fainting.

“But… but, according to intelligence from the front line, the Evil Branch has mobilized all of its troops.”

“What!? How is that possible? How dare these beasts!?”

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The Deadwood Warlord staggered and fell into his seat. He glared at the scout and said in horror.

“Warlord, don't hesitate any longer! The Evil Branch has already pressed forward with their entire army. If we still think about negotiating with the Deadwood, the Deadwood will be trampled into dust by those Evil Branch beasts! Give the order, Warlord, we have already lost the opportunity to strike first, we can't just sit and wait for death.”

The adjutant beside him knelt on the ground, pleading bitterly.

The originally quiet Warlord's tent also became noisy. Those Deadwood high-ranking officials who had been silent were now agitated, requesting that the Warlord send troops, clamoring that they would definitely let the Deadwood beasts taste their power.

“All of you shut up!”

The Warlord slammed the table with bloodshot eyes. The solid wooden table finally groaned under the weight, breaking into two with a "crack".

“Pass down my order…”

The Warlord drew the one-handed axe from his waist and slammed it into the broken table. He strained his neck and roared loudly.

“Full army attack! Kill all those Evil Branch beasts!”

…

Ayr arrived at the front line, put on a set of high-quality Evil Branch leather armor amidst the earth-shattering cheers, and grabbed the broken greatsword that two of his subordinates had carried over.

Looking at the trolls around him, after a short pause, he raised the greatsword and shouted hoarsely in Evil Branch slang:

“Evil Branch!”

“Evil Branch!”

The hundreds of thousands of Evil Branch soldiers stationed under Zul's City were only stunned for a moment, and then a deafening roar resounded in unison. The roar of tens of thousands of trolls could be heard clearly even by the Deadwood Trolls in Zul's Altar.

The greatsword in his hand was swung down fiercely, and Ayr continued to shout:

“Victory!”

Before the words were finished, ignoring the many trolls behind him, the boy began to charge, a charge that belonged only to him.

“Roar!”

“For the Evil Branch!”

“Charge! Evil Branch victory!”

The earth-shattering war drums sounded once again. Following the boy's charge, hundreds of thousands of Evil Branch Trolls roared madly, and then followed the figure of that one-man army, charging towards the dark Deadwood defense line.

“Bang!”

The boy raised the longsword in his hand and with a single sweep, dozens of poisoned spears shot at him were knocked down one by one.

A light gray color began to spread on his snow-white skin, and a blazing flame began to rise on the greatsword in his hand.

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