Azeroth Monster Manual

Saldo. Mingwing and a team of Highland Striders lay in ambush beside the shore of Lake Varowin. The head-high wormwood concealed the small team's movements. The damp soil and dense swarms of mosquitoes did not deter these well-trained Striders.

"Mr. Saldo..."

"Call me Legion Commander! Recruit!"

Saldo. Mingwing lowered his voice, correcting Kynael's address without any politeness.

"I apologize, Legion Commander, forgive my impudence...

Are our Striders too few in number? From what I know, those Zul'Aman's Evil Branch trolls number in the tens of thousands..."

Kynael asked anxiously.

Kynael received Aier's order at noon. Knowing the importance of the matter, he did not dare to delay, and immediately conveyed the young man's instructions to Saldo. Mingwing. But to his surprise and anxiety, this Legion Commander, who possessed rich combat experience, only brought a mere dozen Striders.

"Obey orders! Recruit!"

Saldo did not pay much attention. In his opinion, Kynael. Flameweaver, a flower in a greenhouse, had only reached his current level due to good luck. If it weren't for the Sun King's tacit approval, he probably wouldn't have followed that young man's recklessness.

"Can you hear me?"

Just then, a faint sound rang out by the tranquil lake. Kynael quickly took out the communication stone from his arms.

"Received, this is Kynael. Flameweaver."

The high mage spoke into the communication stone while clumsily releasing a miniature soundproof barrier.

"Is Legion Commander Saldo there?"

"I am here, Lord Aier."

Saldo took the communication stone from Kynael's hand and said softly.

"Report your current location."

"We are currently located at Lake Varowin, 6 miles northwest of Zul'Aman, with 15 Striders fully equipped and camouflaged."

"Very good. When the light of fire comes from the direction of Shadra'Alor, that's when you take action. Remember, you only need to lure the outermost Evil Branch trolls to the Grimtotem trolls' town - Revantusk Village. Don't get entangled too much. The Wildhammer dwarves will be there to meet you. Reply when received."

"Received"

......

Not long ago, Hemet, who was at Aerie Peak, also received a message from Aier.

Hemet was currently chatting enthusiastically with Kurdran over an oak wine glass when he suddenly heard Aier's summons, and he couldn't help but get excited.

"Lord Aier, I've missed you so much!"

"Shut up, I have important things to order you now. Are Kurdran and Falstad by your side?"

"Please wait a moment..."

Hemet dejectedly handed the communication stone in his hand to the two dwarves who were drunk.

"Ugh... ugh, I am Kurdran, who are you?"

Kurdran grabbed a beer mug in one hand and placed the communication stone next to his ear with the other.

"Lord Kurdran, I am Aier. Sarona. The reason I am disturbing you so late is because..."

Kurdran and Falstad listened to the blurred voice in the communication stone, and their originally drunken expressions immediately returned to sobriety. They looked at each other, and then nodded heavily.

"Lord Aier, although we have not yet reached an alliance with you, the Wildhammer dwarves will help with this."

Falstad finally made the decision.

"Lads, we have work to do! Let us go kick the Grimtotem trolls' asses!"

Kurdran drank the Thunderbrew in his hand in one gulp, and slammed the mug on the ground with a "pa" sound.

The dozens of dwarves in the hall, even if they were dead drunk, all stood up excitedly when they heard Kurdran say they were going to clean up those hateful Grimtotem trolls, gulping down the beer in their cups and smashing them on the ground in unison.

"I swear on the beard of the Wildhammer, tonight I will kill ten Grimtotem brats!"

"Then I'll kill 15!"

"I'll kill 20!"

......

It was night, and the evening breeze in the Hinterlands carried a hint of coolness. The originally lush green maple trees were gradually turning yellow, which indicated that autumn had arrived.

Under Kima's dumbfounded gaze, Aier took out a red orb that flickered with a faint light. After a soft incantation, the slender high elf disappeared, and an Evil Branch troll with bluish-purple skin appeared in front of him.

[Orb of Deception] (Fine Quality): Allows the caster to transform into any humanoid creature you want to become.

Aier took out a mirror and looked at his new 'skin' with satisfaction. He put on the Evil Branch troll-style leather armor that Kima had prepared, and then slowly disappeared.

[Greater Invisibility] + [High Stealth] activated

"What are you still standing there for? Aren't you going to take me to find the Grimtotem's high priest?"

The young man's voice sounded behind Kima.

"Yes... yes... Lord Aier."

Kima shuddered, hurriedly walked out of the room, and headed towards the Grimtotem priest's residence.

Along the way, all the Grimtotem warriors in the tribe nodded and saluted Kima in a friendly manner. Before long, the two arrived at the altar of Shadra'Alor.

Aier was about 10 meters away from Kima. At this time, he was looking at the magnificent troll building in front of him with a mix of emotion and admiration.

Like a pyramid structure, but without the perfect lines and proportions of a pyramid, the towering steps could not be seen to the end, and the ancient, dilapidated stone statues indicated its age.

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Looking with great interest at the devoutly kneeling Grimtotem zealots, the young man couldn't help but click his tongue.

"Feudal superstition is not allowed..."

The young man slandered in his heart, but the movements under his feet were not slow. At this time, he had already followed Kima's figure towards the highest point of the altar.

Several troll priests dressed in elaborate costumes knelt in front of an exquisite spider statue. They chanted something in their mouths, not knowing what they were saying. The young man guessed that it might be an ancient language that the Loa could understand.

Just as the young man was still thinking about what the priests were saying, a hoarse voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Kima... don't waste your breath. Shadra will not agree to your request. If you disturb our worship again, then I will truthfully report to the overseer and let him strip you of your great witch doctor duties."

The high priest stood up, looking at Kima with an impatient look. His cruel and vicious eyes were very much like a spider preparing to hunt.

"Pious High Priest, you have misunderstood. I am not here to..."

Kima looked around while taking a sharp spear from his arms.

"Kima! What are you going to do... do... do?"

Kima sighed, raised the sharp spear dedicated to headhunters, and stabbed it into his own eye socket with a "poof" sound. It was unknown whether he was used to this kind of pain, but he didn't even let out a scream, just grunted.

The high priest's voice, which was originally preparing to scold, also became somewhat trembling. He really couldn't understand Kima's behavior.

As if adapting to the pain of the eye socket, Kima pulled out the spear. Such a barbaric and wild action made the Grimtotem priests feel cold sweat on their backs.

After a moment's pause, Kima threw the spear on the ground. He gritted his teeth, and regardless of the blood seeping from the eye socket, he took out a cold-glowing hand axe from his arms and viciously chopped it at his own chest.

The high priest stared at the self-mutilating troll in front of him with a look of horror, unable to speak for a long time.

Just when everyone was surprised by the crazy troll in front of them, a faint sound appeared in the high priest's ear.

"Say hello to Bwonsamdi for me..."

"Pfft"

The dagger lightly slid across the high priest's throat. Perhaps the dagger was too sharp, and blood only spurted out after a few breaths.

The high priest made a "ho ho" sound and fell to the ground with a thud. This unlucky guy didn't even see the appearance of the murderer before he died.

The moment the high priest died, the priests beside him also died under the young man's dagger.

Kima's eyes widened. He didn't expect Aier's skills to be so good. Just when he was still shocked by the tragic situation on the altar, Aier's transformed 50-yard foot had already appeared in front of him.

"Get out of here!"

Aier ignored the hand axe in Kima's chest and kicked him down.

"Ah!" A scream.

Kima rolled down the dozens of meters of steps like a ball.

"What's going on!"

Several Grimtotem guards who came after hearing the news caught Kima, who had rolled down, and asked anxiously.

Kima let out a weak groan. At this time, he was like an acting emperor, and said in a mosquito-like voice:

"It's... it's the Evil Branch Shadow Hunters and Axe Throwers... Quick... go... The High Priest he wants to..."

Before he could finish speaking, Kima tilted his neck and passed out.