Azeroth Monster Manual

Milhouse stood in the center of the bustling Krasus' Landing, like standing on a deserted island.

But he was no longer fearful or panicky, because behind him and in front of him, there were two beams of light guiding him: one was his father, Orville, who gave him life and his life's direction, and the other was the smiling elven teenager in front of him.

That teenager had given him the first ray of light in his life, allowing him to no longer wander or fear. He was like a perfect guide, pointing out the direction for him to move forward and constantly encouraging him.

The little gnome raised his head, the tear stains on his face still wet, but Ayr had already obtained what he wanted from his eyes.

'The great Milhouse is not some humble gnome, my dear Archmage,' the teenager thought silently.

"Um... since the red team contestant has completed his thesis presentation, and the judges have no objections, let's move on to the next stage.

Here, I would like to ask the red team contestant, do you have any objections? If not, then we can begin the next demonstration."

Edmann noticed that the atmosphere in the arena was a bit strange, so he hurried to the little gnome and took over the conversation.

"I have no objections."

Milhouse's voice was very calm.

After saying this, he silently went to a spot thirty meters away from the target, which was the maximum range he could achieve.

Weak frost magic gathered in the gnome's hand. After a long while, a trembling, tiny Frostbolt appeared in his hand. Those low-level mages who had just been mocking him suddenly seemed to choke, unable to say another word.

"Th-the gnome's control..."

Palmer said tremulously. The Frostbolt in the gnome's hand trembled like a small wooden stick, as if it would dissipate at any moment, but he understood that the gnome's control had reached an astonishing level.

"Is he really only a second-circle mage?"

The high-level mage had a very bad feeling in his heart.

Antonidas suddenly opened his eyes, staring at Milhouse in disbelief. At this moment, he regretted not discovering such a good seedling earlier and letting the elven teenager get there first.

"Incredible... I didn't have such control at his age at all."

The Archmage sighed, but still said quietly.

"So-so."

Ayr ignored the Archmage's words and focused on watching the little gnome's performance.

Antonidas smiled disdainfully, but then, as if realizing something, his mouth was full of bitterness.

"Ayr Saronas's wisdom and strategy made me subconsciously ignore his age and strength. A sixteen-year-old Archmage is truly a ghost. When did Quel'Thalas produce such a monster?

Is he really just an underage elf and not an adult blue dragon in elf skin?

Ayr Saronas, you have the capital to be proud, but Dalaran cannot afford to fail."

...

Milhouse's forehead was sweating, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered. The tiny Frostbolt in his left hand became a little blurry, which was a sign that the spell was about to dissipate.

And his weak magic power was not enough to support him to try a second time, so this was his only chance.

"For Ayr, for Dad, for the Brotherhood, I must succeed!"

The little gnome's shallow mana pool slowly bottomed out, and the Fireball in his right hand was about to take shape.

"Whoosh."

The dim little Fireball flickered between the little gnome's fingers, which made the mages present exclaim in unison.

"Just who is that humble gnome? He actually did what the Archmage did when he was young!"

Palmer was a little embarrassed. Looking back at his eloquent speech just now, he wished he could dig a hole in the ground and crawl in.

Even if this gnome's thesis is not feasible, based on this amazing control alone, as long as he doesn't die prematurely, he will definitely be able to reach the halls of the masters in the future.

And he is already nearly 50 years old, and there is no possibility of advancing on the path of arcane magic. What is he? A frog in a well? Or a pretentious clown?

The high-level mage quietly retreated, and he paid the price for his words and deeds.

Behind the crowd, Orville laughed exaggeratedly, occasionally patting the legs of unfamiliar people and adventurers.

"Hey, big guy, that's my son, isn't he great!"

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"Oh my god, you're so tall, that's my son, see him? His name is Milhouse Manastorm."

"That's my son..."

Orville's loud voice made the onlookers a little embarrassed, and the original contempt and distrust in their eyes became evasive.

...

Milhouse didn't notice his dad's embarrassing behavior, because the magic in his hand had reached the most critical moment - fusion.

Milhouse carefully brought the Frostbolt and Fireball in his hands closer. When the two first-circle spells were more than ten centimeters apart, they made a crackling sound, which was the repulsion caused by the collision of the magic fields.

And the weak frost and the almost extinguished Fireball became even dimmer.

A layer of shallow film lit up on the surface of the two spells at the same time, and the little gnome's mana pool was also drained at this time.

With a thud, Milhouse fell to his knees. His physical strength and mana were no longer enough to support his next actions.

"Wow..."

The crowd exclaimed. The host, Edmann, was about to go up to help him, but Ayr waved his hand to stop him.

The teenager's eyes no longer had the ease and casualness of just now, but became serious. He understood that success or failure depended on this one move.

Milhouse was kneeling on the ground, but his hands were raised high.

The originally very noisy Krasus' Landing suddenly erupted in bursts of exclamations, and even the composed Antonidas stood up.

"Impossible... that humble... that gnome actually did it?"

Everyone in the arena was amazed.

The burning Fireball disappeared, and the almost melting Frostbolt expanded a lot, and the original Frostbolt had already changed a lot at this time.

The sharp arrowhead became even sharper, and a thin layer of flame was wrapped around the crystal blue 'arrow shaft'. The entire spell was like a work of art, emitting orange-red and dark blue light.

The little gnome stood up tremblingly, and the [Frostfire Bolt] in his hand also became flickering.

"Ah!"

Milhouse let out a sharp roar, and the Frostfire Bolt flew towards the target with a burst of dazzling light.

The spell seemed slow but actually flew past quickly. Before the stunned judges and audience could react, the Frostfire Bolt, flashing red and blue, slammed into the target with a 'bang'.

The air was terrifyingly quiet. Antonidas widened his eyes, looking at the cracked target in disbelief.

"That thesis... is real. The fusion of dual-element spells can really be done."

At this time, the Archmage was like a wooden sculpture, immersed in his own world and motionless, until the human mage next to him gently pulled his sleeve to wake him up.

The host, Edmann, was the first to react. He trotted excitedly for two steps, picked up the broken wooden rake, and shook it in front of the judges and the audience for a full three laps.

And those stunned audiences also came back to their senses. A middle-level mage looked at the cracked marks on the wooden rake and couldn't help but gently poked it, and a large hole was instantly poked in the fragile wooden board.

"What he said is true! Dual-element spells can really be fused with each other, and the fusion of frost and flame will really make objects fragile and brittle!"

The middle-level mage couldn't help but said loudly, and those curious audiences suddenly became excited.

The enthusiastic crowd rushed to the center of the square, surrounded the weak little gnome, and began to ask questions.

And those latecomers, the Kirin Tor guards, stood helplessly beside the little gnome, protecting him.

The people were too enthusiastic, and no one dared to disperse the crowd without the Archmage's order.

...

"You think you've won?"

"Does winning or losing matter? Archmage."

"It doesn't matter?"

"Perhaps it's important to you, but Milhouse's growth is more important."

"I really envy you, Ayr Saronas."

"Envy me for having a pair of insightful eyes that are good at recognizing people?"

Ayr smiled slyly, not looking into the Archmage's eyes.

'I envy your open-mindedness and unrestrainedness. I envy you for having unlimited possibilities.'

Antonidas didn't say these words, but the complex expression could no longer be concealed

PS: Thank you for the reward from the big boss who exercises in the sun. The big boss is generous. I forgot yesterday. I'm very sorry ORZ.