Azeroth Monster Manual

"I'm sorry, Master Ayr, I don't doubt you, but does this gray powder really have the effects you mentioned...?"

Terenas was the first to break the silence, asking hesitantly, apparently still harboring some doubts about what the young man had presented.

"This coagulant is not the hemostatic powder used by ordinary physicians. The knowledge involved is too complex. Forget it, you all stand here and don't move. I'll be right back."

Ayr ignored the whispering crowd, muttering a spell under his breath. As a faint purple magical fluctuation lit up, the young man disappeared.

...

"Aiden, you coward! You've disgraced the human kingdoms!"

Antonidas, taking advantage of the young man's absence, pointed at King Aiden Perenolde and rebuked him. The other kings, except for Baratheon, echoed his sentiments.

"What's so scary about that elf? To be frightened like this, you're not worthy of the title of King of Alterac! The glory of Ignaeus (the common ancestor of Stromgarde and Alterac) must not be extinguished!"

King Thoras Trollbane was even more direct, punching Aiden in the chest.

King Perenolde stumbled back a few steps, landing on Brann's lap. The old dwarf pushed him away in disgust, distancing himself.

This was not surprising. With the dwarves' martial nature, they had the least respect for spineless individuals like Aiden Perenolde.

Aiden grimaced, nearly failing to stand up. He pulled open his ornate robe, revealing a bluish-purple fist mark on his delicate, pale chest.

Although Thoras had retracted nine-tenths of his strength, merely intending to 'push' Aiden lightly in his mind, as an epic-tier warrior, he had clearly not controlled his strength well. Coupled with Aiden's pampered, useless existence as a second-generation heir, the punch seemed full of malice.

"Thoras, don't act all sanctimonious here. Those damned Highmountain Wardens have appeared no less than three times on the borders of Darrowmere Lake and Lordaeron! Don't think I don't know your little schemes!"

The enraged Aiden no longer cared about the others, directly revealing Stromgarde's recent underhanded actions. However, he didn't expect his words to ignite a firestorm among the other kings.

"Ha, Aiden's words have rung an alarm bell for me. Thoras, can you explain to me whose hand is behind those galleons frequently appearing in the seas of Kul Tiras?"

"Kul Tiras is so close to Gilneas, why don't you ask King Greymane?"

Thoras, not expecting Daelin Proudmoore to pass the buck to him, quickly tried to deflect the blame.

"Bullshit! Thoras, you cunning fox! Everyone knows who controls Tol Barad. Furthermore, those damned Biter Reefs in the Gilnean Sea make it impossible for our navy to move an inch. How can you utter such a blatant lie?"

Greymane said angrily.

"Speaking of which, I would like to ask Archmage Antonidas, is Dalaran's reach getting a little too long? We've already captured three groups of Kirin Tor spies around the Elwynn Forest mines. I think you might owe me a reasonable explanation?"

Antonidas: ...My mouth is just too damn loose.

"King Terenas, I just learned that the tariffs in Andorhal have increased by five percentage points, but I have not received any notification from Lordaeron..."

"Archmage Antonidas, why does Alterac have nearly 20 fewer mage apprentice slots than Stromgarde this year? If this is the case, then Alterac's fruit, vegetables, and grain harvest this year may be poor. I'm truly sorry..."

...

Everyone chimed in, and the originally promising public lecture turned into a short-exposing convention for the kings.

Brann and Muradin, holding handfuls of pumpkin seeds, sat on their seats, swinging their short legs, commenting with glee, not minding the chaos.

"My dear brother, I didn't expect the seemingly steady and magnanimous King Terenas to be such a peeping tom? Haha, that's really interesting. Greymane's words are truly merciless."

"As long as you provide enough gold, you can get more knowledge in the Dalaran magic academy? No wonder our Ironforge mages are so rare. I thought it was because our dwarves' magical aptitude wasn't good enough. It turns out that old Antonidas is taking kickbacks. No, I have to ask him for an explanation!"

Thus, the two dwarves also joined the short-exposing convention.

Mechanist Thermaplugg, as if injected with chicken blood, relied on the gnomes' diminutive stature, circling around the knees of the quarreling kings.

He held a small notebook in his hand, listening to the kings' shocking words while writing furiously:

"Antonidas is a miser... This needs to be highlighted."

"The King and Queen of Gilneas both have lovers. This is really explosive news. My creative desire has already boiled over!

Let me think about how to write it...

'King Greymane and the Queen exchange lovers' This way of writing is indeed much more perfect!"

"What? The first prince of the Kingdom of Lordaeron has just been born, and Terenas left the Queen and the little prince to run and participate in this public lesson?

Well, although Master Ayr's public class is indeed very good, as a father and husband, Terenas is too irresponsible, right? Let me 'embellish' it for him...

'The Queen gave birth to a son late at night, and His Majesty Terenas was overjoyed, but after the sun rose, he found that the baby's skin was dark. His Majesty the King could not accept such a blow and fled overnight'

Hmm, this is enough to be exciting..."

...

With a soft "buzz", the portal appeared precisely next to the podium.

The young man nimbly leaped through, appearing before everyone.

Everyone stopped arguing, all staring dumbfounded at him, or rather, not at Ayr, but at the behemoth behind him.

"Eh? Were you discussing something interesting? Why are you all standing together?

Thermaplugg, your notebook fell. Let me pick it up for you."

The young man picked up the gnome's fallen notebook, intending to return it, but his eyes caught the contents. Before he could react, Thrumaplugg leaped up and covered his mouth.

Eyr seemed to understand something, snatched the gnome's small hand away, and smiled meaningfully at him.

"Master Eyr… what… what is this monster?" the kings asked in unison.

"This is a troll berserker I just caught from Zul'Gurub. Well, the explanation is too complicated. Just think of him as a deformed child of the troll clan.

This kind of berserker has low intelligence, but his physical fitness is more than ten times that of an ordinary troll. Not only strength, but his magic resistance and defense are also terrifyingly strong, only his agility is slightly worse.

In general, if human soldiers encounter this big guy, they probably won't last a round before being smashed into mincemeat by his rock-like fists…"

Hearing this, everyone gasped, and the kings and high-ranking officials revealed expressions of fear.

As if seeing everyone's concerns, Eyr explained:

"This kind of deformed troll is very rare. Some small and medium-sized clans may not even have such a big guy. Only large clans like Amani and Gurubashi will have some, probably less than one-thousandth of the entire clan…"

After the young man finished speaking, he ignored everyone's expressions and walked straight to the unconscious berserker.

"Since everyone is skeptical about this coagulant, let's do an experiment."

As Eyr spoke, his hands didn't stop. Intense arcane magic permeated the air, and in a few breaths, it transformed into bone-chilling ice magic.

In a short while, a sharp, huge 'ice blade' appeared in front of everyone.

The young man didn't even blink as he swung the ice blade down.

With an ear-piercing 'crack' as it cut through flesh and bone, the berserker's thick arm fell to the ground.

Strangely, the berserker didn't move at all, and his eyes remained tightly closed as before.

"Everyone, wait a moment, the knife was too fast, the blood hasn't flowed out yet," Eyr said casually.

The young man's performance stunned the high-ranking officials below the stage, only Antonidas and Belovair and the other elves remained calm.

These high-ranking officials and kings from various countries would never have imagined that this picturesque elf with shockingly good looks was not the weak researcher they imagined. The huge contrast left them unable to calm down for a long time.

"Pfft."

After a few breaths, scarlet blood flowed out like a fountain, floating in the air under some invisible transparent force field.

Eyr took out a wooden bucket that he had prepared in advance and collected the blood. Then, he casually froze the berserker's wound to prevent him from bleeding to death.

Without much explanation, the young man threw a nearly invisible gray particle into the wooden bucket.

A magical thing happened. The steaming blood visibly solidified in front of everyone's eyes, until it became a whole bucket of 'blood clots'.

He turned the bucket upside down. The blood clots in the bucket bounced three or four times before falling to the ground.

The kings were shocked and gathered around, carefully observing the blood clots on the ground.

Brain, the restless dwarf, even poked it with his little finger, letting out a small exclamation.

"If anyone thinks I tampered with this wooden bucket or anything else, it doesn't matter. Does anyone here have a bow and arrow?"

Eyr asked loudly.

"I have a bow and arrow!"

Kael'thas trotted two steps and took out a light purple longbow flashing with intense magical light from his spatial backpack.

[Lingxian Longbow]: Legendary Weapon

…

A large amount of system information appeared on the transparent light screen in front of Eyr.

Eyr: Damn… this is the first time I've seen someone show off their wealth in such a fresh and refined way.

"Your bow… never mind, does anyone have ordinary bows and arrows or weapons, like knives and swords?"

Kael'thas put away the longbow and retreated to his position in dismay.

"Master Eyr, how about this sword?"

Muradin took out an ordinary longsword and handed it to Eyr.

"Very good, now is the time to witness a miracle."

The young man smiled slightly, first diluting the coagulant in clear water at a ratio of 1:1000, and then soaking the longsword in it.

After a few breaths, the young man waited for the water stains on the longsword to dry naturally before walking towards the troll.

As the young man moved, the sleeping troll gradually woke up. It seemed that Eyr had canceled the sleeping magic on this big guy.

"Roar!"

The huge roar resounded throughout the VIP seats. Eyr remained unmoved and put an arcane shield on himself, not because he was afraid that the berserker would hurt him, but because he disliked the腥臭 smell and saliva in the troll's mouth.

"Tzz."

The longsword made a soft sound as it pierced the berserker's wound.

"Roar!"

The already painful troll became even more berserk. The huge body struggled hard, but it was useless. His limbs and chest seemed to be bound by invisible chains.

"This big guy is much stronger than ordinary trolls, so the effect of the coagulant may be slightly delayed, but… the time is almost up."

The young man ignored the roar behind him and explained to the crowd below the stage.

…

"3…"

"2…"

"1…"

As the young man counted down, the troll's berserk roar stopped instantly.

The young man removed the invisible chains on the troll, and the behemoth fell to the ground.

With a loud "boom", the entire podium was smashed down by the corpse of this big guy.

PS: The results are out, 100 average orders. Although the results are 拉胯, the author is still very grateful to the old men who support and support.

The dream is broken, the author will not fantasize anymore, let's move bricks and code words steadily, hahaha.

This chapter has 3000 words, and it is tentatively scheduled to have 6000 words per day, and there will be another update in the evening.