Azeroth Monster Manual

“Boom…”

The loud sound of the corpse smashing against the floor awakened the crowd below the stage.

Aiden Perenolde stared greedily at the bottle of gray powder on the stage.

The other kings mirrored Aiden's expression, their gazes toward the coagulant revealing blatant greed and desire.

“Heh heh, if you all intend to use the coagulant on your own people, you might be disappointed.”

Aier looked mockingly at the high-ranking officials, saying with sarcasm,

“This coagulant only works on trolls with limb regeneration and rapid recovery. For humans and elves, its effect might only be a few times stronger than styptic powder… If any of you are thinking of playing dirty tricks, I advise you not to waste your efforts…”

“Ahem… Grandmaster Aier is joking. I just think this coagulant powder is really amazing. If our armies were equipped with such a potion, it would definitely save many seriously wounded soldiers.”

Terenas smoothed things over, smiling awkwardly.

“That’s right, Terenas is right.”

“Indeed, that’s what I think too, what do you all think?”

“Yes, yes, yes, these coagulant powders can both save the lives of soldiers and kill those damned trolls. Grandmaster Aier's work can simply be called perfect.”

The kings expressed their “thoughts” one after another.

“Forget it, let’s get down to business.”

The young man smiled dismissively, then returned to a serious expression and said:

“I can give these coagulant powders to you all for free, but…”

Aier stared at the kings, using a low voice mixed with bewitchment:

“Presumably, everyone is aware that talking about toxicity without dosage is just being a rogue. Let me explain the ratio of the coagulant powder in detail…”

“…If you want to ensure a high degree of lethality with 100 grams of coagulant powder, it is best to dilute it in clean water at a ratio of 1:100…”

“Aside from some necessary deviations, these diluted coagulants, when applied to swords, blades, and arrowheads, can kill about ten thousand trolls.”

“How about this, I’ll give you all a discount, 100 grams of coagulant for 5000 troll heads…”

“But, you just said that arcane essence only exists in the heads of trolls…”

King Thoras Menethil asked doubtfully. Among the kings, he appeared the most eager. Stromgarde suffered greatly from the trolls. If there was a chance to wipe out the Woodpaw trolls of the Arathi Highlands in one fell swoop, he would welcome it.

“If you were to extract the arcane essence from these troll heads yourselves, 90% of the essence would be wasted. If you hand it over to the Sarrona Alchemy Workshop, we will only extract 20% of it…”

The young man explained with a smile.

“Grandmaster Aier, although those alchemical constructs and totems are very tempting, Kul Tiras has no obligation to help other countries eliminate these trolls.”

King Daelin Proudmoore spoke at this time. The other kings all glared at him, but no one questioned him.

Although their ancestors worked for Emperor Thoradin thousands of years ago, as Aier said, the Arathor Empire had been destroyed for more than three thousand years.

As a king, the first thing to consider is the interests of the country, then the interests of the nobles, and lastly the interests of the kingdom's people.

They weren’t philanthropists. What obligation did they have to help other countries?

“That’s right, Grandmaster Aier, although your masterpieces are tempting, as a king, I cannot allow my people to make pointless sacrifices…”

Genn Greymane also spoke at the right time.

After the two kings finished speaking, the scene fell into silence for a while.

Although they really wanted to eliminate those locust-like trolls, there were millions of trolls in the Eastern Kingdoms. Although these trolls fought on their own and even had friction between them, war was not a dinner party. It wasn't like they could just move their mouths and kill all the trolls…

The implications were too broad, involving the geographical problems of various countries, troop movements, huge military expenditures, and the large amount of food and grass consumed every day.

To be more specific, no war is without casualties, and the compensation for soldiers' deaths and injuries alone would give the kings a huge headache.

And the most important point was that if they wanted to eliminate the trolls, they would need a large army, which involved the issue of alliance. Then the question came, who would be the leader of this alliance… ahem, who would be the leader of this allied army?

The various countries had appeared to be brotherly and respectful for many years, but as could be seen from the short-unveiling conference just now, under the seemingly peaceful surface of the seven kingdoms, undercurrents were surging, and friction and probing on the borders were constant.

If a country was weakened to a certain extent, then the other six countries, including Dalaran, would reveal their sharp fangs and pounce on it to divide this sweet cake.

The words of King Daelin Proudmoore and King Genn Greymane woke everyone up from the young man's pie in the sky, and they all fell silent, pondering the gains and losses of this matter.

…

Aier stood calmly behind the podium, without showing the slightest impatience. He just stared with interest at the kings below the stage who were thinking.

After a long time, the young man clapped his hands and continued to say:

“Everyone, don’t rush to refuse, please listen to me…

The matter of eliminating the trolls is extremely broad, and it is reasonable for you to have concerns, but I think you may have misunderstood something. Trolls are not as insignificant as you think. Perhaps some people think that I am trying to drag you all into eliminating the trolls for my own selfish interests, but if you really think that way, then you are completely wrong.”

Speaking of this, the young man waved his hand, shattering the soundproof barrier released by Antonidas, and released a amplification magic.

The moment the soundproof barrier disappeared, the noisy voices of tens of thousands of people entered everyone's ears.

The faces of the kings suddenly turned gloomy.

“How naive! Does he want to use these tens of thousands of ignorant civilians to coerce us!”

Daelin Proudmoore said angrily.

…

The young man ignored the quarrel below the stage and continued to say:

“Has everyone heard of Hakkar?”

“Don’t try to fool us, what exactly do you want to do! Aier Sarrona!”

Antonidas said loudly. Even if something terrible happened in the VIP seats, it was a private matter between their respective countries. If these tens of thousands of civilians heard these secrets, the consequences would be unimaginable.

“Don’t be impatient. If you haven’t heard of Hakkar, then let me give you a little science lesson.”

The young man ignored Antonidas’s question and continued to explain:

“Blood God and Soulflayer—these two seemingly unrelated titles both belong to the same god: Hakkar. His descendants, that is, those wind serpents with ridiculous shapes but fierce abilities, are all over the corners of Kalimdor…”

“Everyone may not be familiar with the Blood God and Soulflayer, so let me explain the origin of these two titles.”

“Everyone has also learned about the troll tradition of worshiping the Loa gods. Those powerful animal gods are not all evil. The sacrifices offered to them may only be a banana, a bunch of grapes, or a lot of meat, but the Hakkar I’m talking about is different from these animal gods…”

“To gain His power, you need to sacrifice a lot of blood and souls!”

“But… what does this have to do with us?”

Brann asked doubtfully.

“Shut up, let Grandmaster Aier finish!”

Muradin covered Brann's mouth and then gave Aier an apologetic smile.

“As long as enough blood and souls are sacrificed, Hakkar, this powerful evil god, will come to our material world!”

“And the Atal'ai trolls of Zul'Gurub and the Bloodscalp trolls of Zun'tessa are holding this terrifying ritual. If Hakkar descends, it will be a nightmare for all of us!”

“Wow…”

The crowd erupted in exclamations. The young man's words made their hearts beat faster and their bodies tremble.

“Re… Really! Grandmaster Aier, you’re not joking, are you? How could an evil god come to our world?”

A low-level mage shouted in horror.

The crowd echoed these words:

"That's right, stop lying. Evil gods don't exist at all..."

"Don't listen to him! The Holy Light will protect us!"

"How could this be... You just gave us a glimmer of hope, and now you want to cruelly take it away?"

...

Tens of thousands of people erupted in a huge clamor, some cursing in anger, some terrified, and some weeping bitterly.

Those who questioned seemed to be seeking validation from those around them to soothe their own fearful hearts.

The kings also looked suspiciously at the calmly speaking young man, suspecting that this whole thing was a fabrication by Aier Sarona.

"Alright, since everyone doesn't believe what I'm saying, then let me use practical actions to prove the truth of this matter!"

The young man muttered, and a blurry image appeared in front of everyone. In an instant, Kima's figure appeared in the magical image.

"Say hello to everyone, Kima."

The young man said to Kima with a smile.

'This liar, he deceived everyone! Kima, that ungrateful wretch, really has sided with Aier Sarona!'

Antoni Das thought with both fear and anger, but he didn't dare to say it. That troll held too much compromising information about Dalaran.

"Hello everyone, my name is Kima, a very evil tree-skin troll. I eat people, kill people, beat people, but I know I'm a good troll..."

"Because I have converted to Lord Aier's banner and have become a glorious member of the Brotherhood, and I am now atoning for my past evil deeds - lurking in the Woodskin Tribe to provide Lord Aier with some important information..."

"Get to the point!"

Aier said with a dark face, glaring at the troll in the magic image who was adding scenes for himself without permission.

"At your will! Lord Aier."

Kima gave a funny salute and continued:

"The Woodskin Trolls originally minded their own business with the Evilbranch Tribe. Although there were occasional minor frictions, there were no major conflicts. But recently, I learned from the Evilbranch Tribe that they are actually secretly summoning the Blood God Hakkar! Those idiots want to destroy the world!"

"You're lying! That troll is lying! He must have been bought off by Aier Sarona!"

A commoner shouted excitedly, but the crowd around him looked at him with pity. The poor man's fragile nerves had completely collapsed in the face of the elves' nightmarish news...

"Ha, you actually said that Grandpa Kima is lying? Grandpa Kima risked his life lurking in the Woodskin Tribe to obtain this precious information!"

"Shut up."

Aier interrupted Kima's complaint and continued:

"Since there are still people who don't believe your words, then bring out other evidence!"

The young man said to the troll, seemingly stern but actually teasing.

"At your will! Lord Aier!"

The troll immediately put away his angry expression and said flatteringly.

Immediately, like a magician, Kima released another magic image in the mirror.

Although this magic image was blurry, people could clearly see the scene in the image.

The young man waved his hand and released a wide-range [Tong Xiaoyu Yan] magic.

"Kima, my priest, how is the matter I entrusted to you going?"

A hoarse female voice said in Troll language.

Under the effect of [Tong Xiaoyu Yan], the crowd understood the Troll language in the image.

...

"My lady, I am now the great witch doctor of the Woodskin Tribe. Even that stupid overseer trusts me very much..."

"You did a good job. Did the Woodskin High Priest agree to summon Shadra?"

The hoarse female voice asked.

"I'm sorry my lady, that rigid high priest doesn't agree with my request, but I noticed from a trace that he doesn't want to summon the Silk Dancer, but that he can't contact the Silk Dancer anymore..."

"That's right... Forget it, Shadra's matter should be put aside first, the great Soulstealer has arranged a new task for me, I need to sacrifice more Woodskin trolls to him. Those two-legged sheep from the Eviltooth tribe don't know where they are hiding, what a pathetic and hateful group of bastards! Dear Priest, can you fulfill my request?"

The blurry female voice said in a charming voice.

"Fight for you! My lady, the glory of the Soulstealer will surely spread throughout the material world!"

...

The young man cut off the connection with Kima in a timely manner, lest the troll say something inappropriate again.

Time passed slowly, but the entire square was as quiet as if a silent spell had been cast.

"These... are these all true?"

Antoni Das took the lead in breaking the silence. Although he tried his best to suppress his emotions, Aier still felt a trace of trembling in his voice.

"That's right, Kima is my double agent in Woodskin and Evilbranch. Although that guy's strength is not very good, what I have to admire is... this guy is a natural spy."

Antoni Das: The cabbage that I have raised for 20 years has been taken away by someone else!?

"The owner of the female voice is the high priest of the Evilbranch Tribe."

"Everyone can understand the high priest as the chief of the Evilbranch trolls."

"And just now that image was part of her conversation with Kima, is this evidence qualified?"

Aier asked rhetorically.

The surrounding people had already become a mess, crying, arguing, and even a part of the people took their wives and children and quickly left here, it seemed that they were fleeing for their lives...

"Quiet!"

As if words followed the law, Aier's angry shout calmed the chaotic people down.

"Do you know what the evil god represents? If the evil god descends, can your country, your king, your nobles protect you?!"

The young man continued to shout angrily, and the powerful aura shocked everyone in the square, including those big figures.

The kings lowered their heads in shame, and no one dared to look into the young man's angry eyes.

"Hakkar possesses unparalleled power. If his main body descends, it will be a world-destroying disaster for all of us. His evil life siphon magic will drain the blood of all lives standing in front of him in a few seconds!"

"As long as someone is contaminated with the foul and corrupt blood on his body, they will be infected with an incurable plague. Even the omnipotent Holy Light cannot save your lives from this plague! This plague will spread to all creatures in a very short period of time, until all things are extinct and this world becomes a barren land..."

"So, do you still think I'm joking now? Do you still think I'm alarmist?"

The young man's angry roar resounded throughout the square, and people lowered their heads in trembling. At this time, no one questioned anymore, and no one ran away. From Aier's words, they understood that if Hakkar came into the world, they would not change anything even if they fled to the ends of the earth. Only a tragic death awaited them...

"Do you want to die?"

The young man roared, but no one responded from the tens of thousands of people. They were already immersed in their own terrifying fantasies.

"I'm asking you, do you want to die?!"

Aier continued to roar, but this time it was not silence that was exchanged, but a weak voice.

"I... I don't want to die, my wife just gave birth to our child, my mother... my mother... woo woo... save me, Lord Aier..."

A young human knelt on the ground, crying sadly.

His behavior seemed to infect everyone, and people called out sporadically.

"I don't want to die, my parents are still at home waiting for me to go back..."

"I don't want to die, Holy Light, save me..."

...

The voice gradually became louder, gradually becoming unified, and people shouted loudly with all their strength:

"I don't want to die!"

"I don't want to die!"

"We don't want to die!"

...

The young man gasped for breath and showed a playful smile. He knew that the plan to clear the trolls... was successful.

...

“Here, I announce! Any country that joins the Troll Cleansing Alliance will gain the friendship of the Sarona family!”

“From now on, all member states will receive a 30% discount on all products purchased from the Sarona family!”

The young man said loudly.

The whispering kings were stunned, all greedily staring at the young man, but no one spoke.

Although they clearly understood how excellent the products of the Sarona Alchemical Workshop were, it was still not enough as a bargaining chip to get them to join the alliance.

“The Sarona family will pay for all the pensions of fallen soldiers, and if there is not enough gold, we will offset it with goods of corresponding value…”

As soon as the words fell, King Thoras Trollbane, the Bronzebeard brothers, Lordaeron and Terenas, who had suffered greatly from the trolls, stood up and said in unison:

“I am willing to join the alliance!”

“Wow…”

The people, who had been filled with deathly silence, suddenly seemed to come alive and exclaimed in unison.

“Alterac will coexist with the alliance!”

Aiden ignored the contemptuous gazes of the kings and high-ranking officials and stood up, clutching his chest.

But the people obviously did not know that the King of Alterac was a cowardly coward, and they all cheered.

The people from Alterac shouted Aiden Perenolde's name.

Aiden stood on the back of his chair, waving his hands ostentatiously, as if he had really become the hero king in the mouths of the people.

“What about the three of you?”

Aier smiled and looked at Antonidas, Proudmoore, and Greymane.

“Dalaran is willing to send a mage force and does not need the Sarona family's pension, but I want the breeding technology of River Croakers and the formula for Gold Kola.”

Antonidas said in a deep voice.

“No problem.”

“You… you agreed so easily? Aren't you afraid of the Sun King…”

Antonidas said in disbelief.

“Haha, there are tall people to hold up the sky if it falls, right, Speaker?”

The young man winked at Baelovar behind Antonidas.

“As long as it is to eliminate the trolls, I think the sensible Sun King will agree.”

Baelovar said unhappily, but the pride revealed in his eyes could not be hidden.

“Dalaran is willing to join the alliance…”

Antonidas put a hand on his chest and finally compromised.

“How about this, if your two countries agree to participate in the war, I am willing to publish the formulas for Gold Kola 1.0 and 2.0…”

“I represent them in joining!”

Before the young man could finish speaking, Brann said impatiently. He knew exactly what the first two generations of Gold Kola represented. In addition, given the scarcity of dwarven casters, they were determined to obtain this magical potion.

“That's right, I represent them in agreeing!”

Terenas also chimed in.

“We five countries represent them in agreeing!”

The other kings also said in unison.

King Genn Greymane and Lord Admiral Daelin Proudmoore looked at each other with wry smiles.

“Gilneas (Kul Tiras) agrees to join the alliance.”

“Kul Tiras is willing to provide a fleet to provide artillery strikes from the outer seas of the Hinterlands and Stranglethorn Vale. We are powerless against other trolls. A seaman who has lost the sea is not as good as those soft bones in Alterac, you know, Master Aier.”

King Proudmoore explained to Aier, ignoring or disdaining Aiden's angry gaze.

“It doesn't matter, we still have a lot of time, we can talk about this later.”

The young man smiled.

Just as everyone was discussing enthusiastically and the people were cheering, a weak voice interrupted the discussion.

“Master Aier, Gnomeregan also wants to participate in the war, but our country is in some trouble. Although I am developing a radiation device…

But we can provide some gnome tanks and aircraft to support the Allied forces, what do you think?”

“That's very kind of you, High Tinker Mekkatorque, your attitude has won the recognition and friendship of the Sarona family, and also the friendship of the alliance!”

“That's really great, if you can help Gnomeregan…”

The Grand Tinker looked at Aier with a hopeful look.

“Please forgive me for refusing…”

The young man's words made the gnome, who had rekindled hope, deflate all at once.

“But, I will help you in my personal capacity, help Gnomeregan, who told us to be friends?”

The young man winked playfully at the gnome.

“Great! Great! Gnomeregan is saved! With the help of the Sarona family, those damn troggs are doomed.”

The Grand Tinker cried with joy, hugging the young man's calf, crying and laughing.

“Since everyone agrees to join the alliance, this public lesson can also come to a successful conclusion. Three days later, the Dalaran 1v1 hegemony competition will be held on time, at a location 100 kilometers northeast of the Thoradin's Wall. Please honor us with your presence at that time.”

The young man pulled away the snotty and tearful Mekkatorque, put a hand on his chest and performed a Quel'dorei noble salute, and was about to leave.

“Master Aier, please wait.”

“Speaker, is there anything else?”

The young man looked at Antonidas in confusion.

“Everyone has a common goal and ideal. Before conquering the trolls, I think it would be better to cancel this duel?”

Antonidas had already obtained what he wanted, and naturally did not want to compete with Silvermoon City. Losing would mean losing a seat on the council, and winning would not gain anything, which was not in his interest.

“See you in three days, Speaker.”

The young man did not answer directly, and was about to leave, muttering a spell.

“Master, please stay!”

“The alliance cannot be without a leader. I propose that you be the leader of the alliance and use your vast wisdom to lead us to win this glorious war!”

Thoras Menethil said from the bottom of his heart. It was this young man who pulled him out of the haze of war. In a sense, Aier was a great benefactor to the entire Kingdom of Azeroth.

“I second that.”

“Second.”

“Second.”

“That's right, I, Brann, agree one hundred times. If Master Aier can become the leader of the alliance, then this war will definitely be won.”

All the kings and high-ranking officials echoed one after another.

It wasn't that they were really conquered by the young man's personality charm, but that the young man's unique independence was not part of any kingdom, nor did he have a huge organization that threatened the countries. It was in the interests of most people to make Aier Sarona the leader of the alliance.

“Okay, you guys continue to discuss, three days later…”

“Master, please stay!”

Aier: Is this getting interesting? Why do I feel a chill down my back?

“Our alliance doesn't have a name yet.”

“Why not call it the Greymane Alliance?”

Genn Greymane said.

“I think it should be called the Sons of the Sea Alliance.”

This was King Proudmoore speaking.

“Why not call it the Arathi Alliance, which pays tribute to the Kingdom of Arathor and is appropriate.”

“Inappropriate, let's call it the Kirin Tor Alliance.”

“Bronzebeard Alliance…”

…

Aier listened to the nonsensical names of several kings with black lines on his head.

“Light of Aier!”

“From now on, the name of the alliance will be called the Light of Aier!

Okay, meeting adjourned, remember to appease the people, see you in three days.”

A magical wave flashed, and the young man disappeared.

PS: Ten thousand words are here! One section is stronger than six sections, and I ask for monthly tickets and recommendation tickets with confidence.

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