Azeroth Monster Manual

The young man didn't speak, simply standing in place, leisurely sizing up Krasus.

Krasus also remained silent, merely locking eyes with the young man.

The audience in the stands nervously watched the arena below. The white-haired elf didn't seem like a minor character at all, and they anticipated a thrilling battle between Instructor Aier and the Magister.

"Krasustrasz, I think we need to talk."

Before Aier could finish speaking, the elf, who had appeared curious, turned serious. His emerald eyes instantly transformed into vertical pupils, only to revert to their original state in the next breath.

He extended a hand, and translucent arcane particles appeared at his fingertips. As the spell was cast, the entire lower arena was enveloped in a layer of Mind Shield.

"What on earth are those two up to? Why hasn't Krasus made a move yet?"

Antonidas paced anxiously in the VIP box, occasionally observing the two in the arena. He could read lips, but neither of them was speaking. However, Krasus's rich expressions couldn't fool him. That kid from the Sarrona family was definitely up to some trickery.

"Damn it, with that Mind Shield in place, I can't hear Aier Sarrona's or Krasus's thoughts..."

The Archmage became increasingly agitated, pacing even faster, which made Eland and Modera quite uneasy.

……

"Alright, I understand. I will report to the Queen without delay. The situation in Silithus is urgent."

"Relax, the materials I obtained from Un'Goro Crater are not yet sufficient. Those ancient Qiraji won't break through the seal so quickly. We have plenty of time."

The young man resumed his lazy posture, stretching languidly, and even took the time to look up and smile in Antonidas's direction.

"The lives of mortals are like fleeting moments. What seems long to you is but a blink of an eye for the Guardian Dragons. This matter can't be delayed any longer. I must report to the Queen immediately."

Krasus, or rather, Krasustrasz, shimmered with a faint purple arcane glow. It seemed he didn't plan to say goodbye to the Archmage of Dalaran before leaving.

"Alright, give my regards to Queen Alexstrasza."

The young man said nonchalantly.

Krasus's vertical pupils gleamed with curiosity. This mysterious elf seemed to hold too many secrets. If the facts he presented weren't so important, he might have become friends with this intriguing mortal.

As the light of the teleportation spell flared, the entire audience erupted in an uproar.

The host, Edman, trembled as he looked in Antonidas's direction. The icy aura emanating from the Archmage, even through two rows of spectators, made him shiver.

"Did that elf run away?"

One adventurer asked his companion. After a long silence, he impatiently turned his head to look.

Only then did he realize that the crowd, except for him, had fallen into a brief silence. His companion and the surrounding spectators were gaping in astonishment.

"We had an agreement, we had an agreement..."

Antonidas repeated the phrase blankly, slumped in his chair. The wooden chair had long been transformed into an ice sculpture by the rampaging frost magic, and the entire box had become a world of ice and snow.

Modera and Eland huddled in a corner, silent as cicadas in winter. They trembled as they layered themselves with enough protective spells to avoid being harmed by the rampaging frost magic.

"Pfft."

A mouthful of blood spurted from the Grand Magister's mouth, turning into a glittering red icicle before it even hit the ground.

"Archmage!"

"Archmage!"

"Someone, quick, the Archmage has fainted..."

Amidst the chaos, Eland carried the unconscious Archmage through a portal to the nearest cathedral.

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……

The oblivious audience gradually recovered and began to cheer. Their idol, hero, spiritual guide, provider... Aier Sarrona had won the 3v3 championship.

"Aier!"

"Aier!"

"Aier!"

……

Edman paused for a moment, then stammered:

"Congratulations to Aier Sarrona from Silvermoon City for winning this 3v3 championship! Let's all cheer for him!"

With the amplification of magic, Edman's voice wasn't quiet, but it was still drowned out by the ocean of cheers.

……

Kima slowly awoke from his confused thoughts. A sharp headache made him instinctively cover his forehead, twisting his already grotesque face even further.

"Where... where am I?"

"I'll only ask you one question. Do you want to go back to being our Archmage's thug, or do you want your freedom?"

Before the young man finished speaking, the troll nimbly flipped over, squatting down. His back arched high, making him look like a leopard about to pounce.

"Relax, buddy."

Aier didn't even turn his head as he busied himself at a makeshift experimental table.

Old Hemet, on the other hand, stared at him intently, his bulging arms posed in an exaggerated 'Thinker' pose, a comical sight that almost made the troll laugh.

"I don't mean to offend... Aier... Instructor. Perhaps calling you that would please you more?"

The troll stood up, about to say something more when he was slapped three times, spinning him in circles.

Before the troll could recover, there was another loud bang, and the troll's already dizzy head was struck heavily again.

"Bastard, who do you think you are? Kneel!"

The old dwarf didn't hold back, cursing as he raised his fan-like palm and slapped the troll's head again and again.

"You dare call him Aier Instructor!"

"Slap!"

The troll's inherent ferocity exploded, his hands flashing with icy blue light, but it was quickly interrupted by Hemet's swift and rapid slaps.

The sudden barrage made him roar.

"Who the hell do you think you are, I'm... ouch... stop hitting me, you bastard!"

"You still dare to curse! Honestly explain yourself, don't make Old Hemet get rough..."

"Slap!"

"Ouch, I won't dare again!"

The sound of slaps echoed, and the troll's loud voice grew softer and softer.

……

'This old coot is getting better and better at putting on airs,' Aier thought helplessly.

"Hemet, go easy. That troll is a tough one. The harder you hit, the tighter he'll bite."

The young man finally finished his work and turned to see if the old dwarf had beaten the troll to death.

He found Kima, who had been arrogant and unruly just moments before, kneeling on the ground with a head full of bumps, his hands raised above his head, a flattering smile plastered on his ugly green face.

Aier gave Hemet a thumbs up as the dwarf laughed triumphantly.

'In this day and age, fools are the real experts.'

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