Azeroth Monster Manual

The bright moonlight shone into El's room through the gap in the curtains. A faint purple soundproof barrier enveloped the entire room, making the already dim room slightly brighter and adding a hazy sense of mystery.

The boy sat at the table, his delicate face obscured by shadows, as if he were contemplating or waiting for something.

After a long while, with a buzzing sound, three blurry magical images slowly took shape.

Hermit, Kael'thas, and Kima's figures appeared in the magical images. Although the three were all in the Hinterlands, El could clearly distinguish their different locations from the different decorations and details behind them.

"Lord El."

"Lord El."

"Teacher El."

The three wanted to continue speaking after greeting him, but El interrupted them with a gesture.

"Kima, your situation is special, you speak first."

Half of the boy's face was hidden in the shadows, and the other half only revealed an eye that gleamed with shrewdness, which immediately made the recently inflated troll realize his situation.

"Lord El, the Witherbark's Overlord has taken the bait, but..."

"Get to the point, we don't have extra time to waste."

"Yes, Lord El."

Kima looked at the boy's eyes, which were as calm as still water, and felt a chill in his heart for some reason. He shuddered and quickly said:

"The Witherbark Overlord deeply believes in my lies, but their High Priest is a bit difficult to deal with..."

"Oh? Tell me about it."

"The Witherbark High Priest has been frequently communicating with the Silken Threaders recently, but according to my observations these past few days, Shadra has not responded to the Witherbark High Priest's summons. That rigid High Priest said that if he doesn't receive Shadra's instructions, he won't allow the Witherbark trolls to send out troops..."

"Hmm, this matter isn't completely without room for manipulation. You withdraw for now, stay in contact, and conceal your identity. After this troll war is over, if you perform well, then the merciful me might give you a great gift. Cherish your precious time as a spy..."

Kima sat blankly in his independent tent, which was a special privilege given to the tribe's third-in-command by the Overlord. As for where the original Great Witch Doctor went, Kima obviously didn't care about that unlucky fellow's life or death.

The boy's magical image had long disappeared, but Kima still sat there without any other movements.

After a long while, the troll's breathing gradually became heavy, and even his pupils turned blood red. This was a sign of extreme excitement.

'Damn it, the gift that elf wants to give me wouldn't be...'

...

The scene returns to the boy's room.

"Hermit, how's the progress with the Wildhammer dwarves? Has Falstad agreed to our plan?"

"Kurdran has been clamoring to kick those troll bastards' asses for a long time, but Falstad has always disagreed. Eh? Lord El, did you already know about this?"

Hermit asked with a look of surprise.

"Idiot! Don't talk about things unrelated to the plan, continue, I'm listening."

El walked out of the shadows and smiled helplessly. He couldn't maintain the commanding posture he had in front of the troll any longer. He was always helpless when dealing with this憨批old dwarf.

"Okay, it always feels like you know everything."

Hermit scratched his head and continued:

"Falstad, that old fossil, actually agrees with sending troops to讨伐the trolls. He's also very satisfied with our distribution plan, but that old man insists on meeting you before he's willing to make a decision."

"That's not a problem. After everything in Dalaran is over, I will personally visit Aerie Peak to pay my respects to High Thane Falstad. Alright, you just stay in Aerie Peak and maintain Zero for me. Don't cause trouble! Got it?"

"Uh..."

Speaking of Zero, the old dwarf's eyes suddenly darted around, which gave El a bad feeling.

"You, are you hiding something from me?"

"No... no, Lord El, don't worry, I definitely won't cause trouble. That's it for now, Kurdran is still waiting for me to drink with him..."

El stared at the gradually disappearing magical image, feeling that Hermit, that troublemaker, must have done something bad again.

"His wings have hardened, he dares to hang up on me..."

"Teacher El? What's a phone?"

Kael'thas's voice interrupted the boy's thoughts. He raised his head, revealed an apologetic smile, and continued:

"Kael'thas, how are things on your end?"

"I'm sorry, Teacher El, things aren't very optimistic on my end. These high elves don't recognize me and don't agree to send troops with the Wildhammer dwarves..."

Kael'thas said with some disappointment, but he had really tried his best. He had worn out his tongue trying to persuade them for so many days, but with little effect.

"About how many elves are there?"

"There are about 1000 high elves living here..."

...

El frowned as he listened to Kael'thas's account. These rangers were a rare mobile force to deal with those forest children - the jungle trolls, and he didn't want to give up easily.

"It seems I need to visit the leader of Quel'Danie. Kael'thas, tell me the spatial beacon there..."

Spatial fluctuations flickered, and the boy appeared in Kael'thas's room.

"Teacher El, I'm sorry for causing you trouble."

Kael'thas sighed, and the boy gently patted him on the shoulder without saying anything.

Saeldor Swiftstream, a Quel'dorei elder over 2000 years old, and also the actual leader of Quel'Danie. No one knew when he led these rangers away from their homeland to this strange land, and even fewer knew what their purpose was.

El arrived at Saeldor Swiftstream's room smoothly with Kael'thas and the guards.

"Bal'a dash malanore" {Greetings, traveler}

Long, light golden hair draped over his shoulders, and two slender eyebrows gently trembled rhythmically in the breeze. Saeldor looked like a very charming young man, but El could see from his滄桑eyes that this elf was already quite old.

"Anu belore dela'na; elder" {May the sun guide you, elder}

The two didn't exchange many pleasantries, and El gladly sat down at Saeldor's suggestion.

"Young man, I know what you want to say, but please go back. Quel'Danie cannot and will not be involved in your conflict with the trolls..."

"Let me guess, your next sentence might be: We have a more important mission?"

The boy didn't show any frustration after being rejected, but instead said something that greatly surprised Saeldor.

"Take a look at this."

The boy smiled playfully, and like a magician, he grabbed two items and threw them in front of Saeldor Swiftstream.

"This... this... this is the Farstriders' transfer order and... and His Majesty's token."

Saeldor carefully examined the exquisite insignia in his hand, which looked like a work of art.

"Should I call you Saeldor Swiftstream or Saeldor Brightwing? Let's just call you Mr. Saeldor for now."

The boy ignored Saeldor's incredulous expression and continued:

"The ranger units of Quel'Thalas are generally organized into squads, with a maximum of 40 people per squad, and only 200 people per company. You have about 1000 rangers under your command.

Let me think, there haven't been any major movements of the ranger corps on the border recently. But I happened to find a very interesting record in the files from 600 years ago: the Third Legion of the Farstrider Corps was almost completely wiped out in an ambush by the Amani trolls…

And the commander of that battalion was a ranger lord from the Brightwing family, Mr. Saldo. I don't think this is just a coincidence, is it?”

The young man introduced Saldo's background as if he were reciting a family tree, his eloquence almost digging up the eight generations of ancestors of the elven elder in front of him for display.

“Enough!”

Saldo roared, then calmed down. He slowly straightened his body, gave the young man a military salute, and said loudly:

“Reporting, sir! Saldo Brightwing, Supreme Commander of the Third Farstrider Battalion, reporting to you!”

……

The Quel'Danil Lodge plan had appeared on the Sun King's desk long ago, and as the time was right, the plan was successfully implemented.

The existence of Quel'Danil is not the deformed version widely circulated among adventurers. Its existence is easily explained: everything is for Quel'Thalas.

The Sun King was not interested in the fertile land of the Hinterlands, or rather, he was only interested in the Hinterlands' unique geographical location.

The Hinterlands borders Alterac to the west, Lordaeron to the north, and Stromgarde to the south. Moreover, it is surrounded by mountains, and several hidden paths lead directly to the hinterland or important towns of various countries. How could Quel'Thalas give up such a strategically important place?

Considering the magic addiction of mages, the Sun King had to abandon the optimal mage corps and instead choose the ranger corps, which had almost no magic addiction due to being far from the Sunwell, to garrison here.

To say they were garrisoning was actually monitoring, monitoring the movements of various countries. When necessary, this surprise force could even become a sharp dagger, piercing directly into the enemy's rear, creating a fatal blow.

“Stand by, Saldo, and await my next summons.”

After Aier dropped these casual words, he disappeared in a wave of arcane energy.

……

Three days ago.

Aier and Kael'thas had disappeared for a while, and the Farstrider's orders and the Sun King's tokens came from this trip to visit Anasterian.

Even Prince Kael'thas didn't know what Instructor Aier had said to his father. Just as he was about to return to Dalaran with the young man, the Sun King kept him behind.

Kael'thas would never forget the look of regret and envy on his father's face. He had never seen his father show such an expression.

He still remembered what Anasterian had said to him at the end.

“That little fellow Aier has unknowingly reached a terrifying level. His achievements and strength have forced us to face him and talk to him as equals.”

Anasterian sighed, his dignified and solemn face quietly disappearing in front of the prince.

A loving smile appeared on his lips, and he gently patted Kael'thas' shoulder, softly saying:

“Kael, your father is nearing the end of his life. Half of my long life has been spent thinking and planning for you, and you should understand that.”

Listening to his father's old voice, Kael'thas felt a mixture of emotions, his voice trembling slightly:

“Father, I understand. The burden of the Sunstrider family, the burden of this country, will one day fall on my shoulders. Even if you send me to Dalaran to study, I have never doubted your intentions…”

Anasterian smiled in relief, a hint of heartache appearing in his slightly cloudy eyes, then disappearing. He understood that the surname Sunstrider was both a responsibility and a shackle. As his child, he should have this awareness from birth, for no reason other than he bore the name Sunstrider. If you want to wear the crown, you must bear the weight.

“It's good that you can put aside your pride and treat that little fellow Aier Saronas with the respect due to a teacher…”

“Father, Instructor is truly a great…”

Kael'thas anxiously wanted to defend the young man, but was interrupted by the Sun King waving his hand.

“Kael, you must remember that no matter how complex your feelings are for that young man, you and he will never be friends. That person's future is destined to not be in Quel'Thalas…”

Anasterian's eyes contained unfathomable emotions: envy, admiration, but more often helplessness and coldness.

“After everything in Dalaran is over, follow Aier Saronas. Dalaran is no longer worth lingering for the Quel'dorei.”

The Sun King's words were shocking.

“Father?”

“Stay by his side, learn from him, imitate him, absorb his knowledge, and bring those outstanding academic achievements back to Quel'Thalas…”

“But Father, that… that's not honorable…”

Kael'thas' handsome face flushed red, and the Sun King's words made him ashamed and indignant.

“If… if I really did that, what difference would there be between me and those plagiarism-addicted 'experts' and 'professors' in Dalaran?”

“Shut up! This is one of my deals with Aier Saronas!”

The Sun King said angrily. This only son in front of him made him love and hate him. With such outstanding talent and disposition, why couldn't he inherit his character and strategy? If Aier Saronas was his child, then…

Anasterian sighed and couldn't help but think.

“We Sunstriders have paid enough to obtain his academic achievements. As Aier's student, this kind of knowledge exchange is not plagiarism.”

“I still…”

“Enough! Get back to Dalaran for me, and stick close to that young man. His future achievements are immeasurable. It's not too late to invest now. Also, I've contacted your aunt, and she'll be back in Silvermoon City soon. After you finish up in Dalaran, bring that brat Aier back to me. Remember! Even if you have to tie him up, you have to bring him back!”

Anasterian rubbed his temples, frustrated and disappointed.

“Aunt? Which aunt? When did I get an aunt?”

Kael'thas asked three questions in a row, only to be rewarded with a heavy kick from the Sun King.

“Get lost, you make me angry just looking at you!”

Anasterian lost his usual grace and elegance, kicked his own son into the portal, and cursed angrily.

“If my son was that brat Aier, the seven human kingdoms would have been destroyed by me long ago!”

At this moment, Sun King Anasterian completely shattered his 2700-year-old persona…

PS: Two-in-one chapter.

First of all, thank you to Mr. Xiao Ke Weiwei for the reward, you are generous.

This book is unknowingly approaching 200,000 words, and it may not be far from being put on the shelves (I haven't communicated with the editor yet). The recent word count is relatively small (4,000 minimum or 5,000). As a handicapped person, I can't even write 2,000 words in two hours, which is really embarrassing. As for the manuscript, it's even more of a void, so the author can only fly like a clumsy bird and try to save the manuscript in the days before it's put on the shelves.

Please forgive me, gentlemen.

The author bows~