Azeroth Monster Manual

High Priest Vandellor returned to his secluded courtyard after finishing his prayers.

"Yo."

"Can't you ever get rid of your uninvited guest habit?" Vandellor shook his head and chuckled after seeing who it was.

Belovar sat comfortably in a wicker chair, a pretty high elf maiden at his side, filling his cup with Dreamflower tea.

"The old man is getting more and more fussy."

"For Speaker Belovar to grace my humble abode with his presence is truly an honor for this old man."

Belovar took the teapot from the maiden and poured himself a cup as well.

"You, you..."

The two old friends sat in the flower-filled courtyard, drinking tea and exchanging pleasantries.

"The commotion your precious grandson is causing is quite something. I heard the kid switched to divination? And that he can cure infertility."

Belovar's cheerful face instantly darkened.

"That kid... a disgrace to scholarship, a disgrace to scholarship! He has utterly disgraced the Saloren family!"

"To make such outstanding contributions to the growth of Quel'dorei's population, not bad at all. This is a great thing that benefits the country and its people."

"Alright, you shameless old thing, Liadrin is still here." Belovar glanced at the elf maiden giggling beside him, his old face somewhat unable to hold it together.

He put down an exquisite invitation with beautiful floral patterns, and Belovar retreated in a fluster.

"Seven days from now at the Singing Pools, you must come!" His voice slowly faded away with the violet glow of the teleportation spell.

"Hahaha!"

"Hehehe!"

The courtyard was filled with cheerful atmosphere.

...

The same awkward scene was repeating itself. After leaving Vandellor's courtyard, Belovar immediately went to the residences of his other old friends, and then visited Sylvanas Windrunner and the heads of various major families one by one.

"The last time I was this embarrassed was the last time. That wretched beast has utterly disgraced me!" Belovar sat in the mage tower, wiping the sweat from his forehead with a grimace.

Kael'thas Sunstrider: Blame me?

...

"Where did that lazy, clumsy idiot Merildor go?"

High Mage Ansehelm, who had just cast a spell to summon three giant water elementals, was somewhat exhausted. He roared at the apprentice beside him, who was directing a magic broom to clean.

"I'm sorry, Master, I haven't seen Merildor in a long time..."

Apprentice Rallare timidly replied to his increasingly irritable master.

"Put down that damned broom, it's automatic, you idiot! Here, take this. When you see that fool, bring him to me, but give him a bit of trouble first."

Ansehelm tossed a small oak wand to his apprentice, then hurriedly directed the water elementals, which were about to dissipate, to continue working.

The three giant-like water elementals began to purify the slightly murky lake water.

"Erelia, tell those rangers, don't let a single Mana Spring Lynx or Dragonhawk appear within ten miles. What? Not even dragonhawk chicks."

"Jerome! You dirty, third-rate bard, look what you've done! This is Moonshine Vintage specially ordered by Lord Ayr, no, you've ruined it, you've ruined everything!"

...

Ansehelm was like a diligent little bee, constantly bustling about in his manor, all for the sake of the 'Archmage Ayr's' lecture in seven days.

...

Ayr looked at the 'grand scene' before him with a complicated expression.

The originally vast and shimmering Singing Pools had become crystal clear, the silt at the bottom of the lake had been emptied and replaced with sparkling mana residue, and the fish and shrimp in the lake had turned into Mana Wyrms {a variant of Mana Rays, which can be understood as Mana Rays living in the water}. These magical creatures occasionally burst forth with brilliant arcane light, illuminating the entire lake with iridescent colors.

A two-meter-high platform stood on the shore, and the hundreds of seats near the 'podium' were reserved for important figures, while the outer area was densely packed with small stools, numbering well over a thousand.

Ayr clicked his tongue as he looked at the endless 'common seats' and fell into deep thought.

Ansehelm, the commoner instructor, had long lost his usual reserve and arrogance. He rubbed his hands together with a flattering expression, carefully observing Ayr's expression, afraid that the 'Archmage' would be even slightly dissatisfied.

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"Isn't it... too extravagant?"

Ayr hesitated, looking at the Moonshine Vintage and Dreamleaf incense placed on each VIP table.

"Not extravagant, not extravagant at all. I was afraid that my humble abode would lower your status. Your alchemy workshop has already paid the bill, it's only a mere ten thousand gold coins."

Ayr: ...

...

Time flew by, five days later

The sky was still dim, a time when even the most diligent farmers hadn't gotten out of bed, and the periphery of the Singing Pools was already full of people.

"Honey, did you bring your notebook?"

"Of course, today is the big day for Mr. Ayr to impart his secrets. I'm going to write down every word, and I believe we'll definitely have children in the next hundred years."

The two elf couples embraced each other as if no one else was there, having come for the sake of the 'child-giving Bodhisattva' title.

"Can you really advance to become a novice mage by listening to Archmage Ayr's class?"

"Believe in Brother Ayr! No failing grades!"

...

"Ah! It's Sylvanas Windrunner. Is that Quel'Delar, the Holy Sword, on his back? So handsome, Awei is dead."

"Look over there, it's Lirath Windrunner, the head of the Windrunner family. Doesn't she already have three daughters and a son? How could she be infertile..."

Lirath Windrunner: Your mother greets you!

"It's Speaker Belovar..."

Amidst the cheers and clamor of the people, a group of important figures took their seats one after another, and it wasn't long before every seat was filled. Some minor nobles who hadn't been able to grab a seat could only stand helplessly to the side.

Seeing that almost everyone had arrived, Ayr didn't act pretentious. He walked out from behind the scenes and was just about to begin when he sensed magical fluctuations in the air.

Anasterian wore the Sun King's crown, held the Quel'dorei Golden Staff, and had a golden-red one-handed blade hanging at his waist, constantly emitting a scorching aura.

Thousands of elf commoners in the manor shouted in unison, and the important figures in the VIP seats also rose to their feet in surprise and bowed to welcome the arrival of the Sun King.

"Everyone, don't be so restrained. Today, Anasterian the Sun King has not come, but Anasterian the scholar has." The Sun King raised his hand, and his majestic voice spread throughout the manor, causing the scene to suddenly become somewhat out of control.

"Praise the Sun!"

"For the glory of Quel'dorei!"

"Anu belore dela'na"

Thousands of people waved their hands enthusiastically to welcome the arrival of the King.

Ayr placed his hand on his chest and silently sighed as he watched the almost frenzied crowd below the stage: No matter how many flaws this nation has, be it arrogance or self-righteousness, their fervor, their kindness, and their beauty cannot be buried.

Remembering the blood elves' beautiful qualities in the previous world's game, the world kissed me with pain, and I will repay it with a song, remembering the nation's tenacity and unyielding spirit in the face of disaster, and the spirit of pursuing the truth, Ayr strengthened the belief in his heart: This tragic future should not be borne by us.

"Cough cough."

Belovar's cough awakened Ayr from his thoughts. He shivered as he looked at the Speaker's angry face, then looked at the Elf King, but Anasterian winked at him and unceremoniously sat in Belovar's seat.

Belovar grabbed an elf at random, threw him aside, and sat in his seat.

"Bold madman, I am a prospective member of the council, Dath'Remar Sunstrider!"

"Not anymore."

Belovar, still full of anger, turned his head and looked at the seven or eight 'prospective council members' who were dissatisfied.

Dath'Remar: I'm done...

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