Azeroth Monster Manual

Three days later, at the headquarters of the Light of Elune.

Ayr's mage tower was not yet completed, but that did not prevent him from declaring that this would become the headquarters of the Allied Forces.

A group of kings and high-ranking officials had been waiting in the spacious conference hall for a long time, with occasional whispers.

Antonidas sat in the front row of the conference room, closing his eyes to rest. The great battle three days ago was still vivid in his mind.

People's eyes towards the Archmage were without contempt or disdain, because they knew that it was not that Antonidas was too weak, but that the young elf was too strong.

None of the people present felt that they could withstand the Ice Hell that Antonidas cast at the end. Just imagining the terrifying forbidden spell wreaking havoc in their own country, the catastrophic scene would make them shudder.

However, Ayr merely used a casual spell, and the doomsday-like scene in the arena disappeared in an instant, like ice and snow melting.

Although Ayr was late, the kings and high-ranking officials of various countries did not show any impatience, because they felt that Ayr Saronas was worth waiting for.

And this was Ayr's ultimate goal. The right to speak was not given by others, nor was it begged for, but snatched by one's own strength.

The law of the jungle applies to any occasion, no matter when, even if the various countries that flaunt civilization, must bow their noble heads in the face of absolute strength.

"Everyone's here quite early."

Ayr walked into the conference room with a smile, and the noisy conference room fell silent.

"Good day, Master Ayr."

Aiden Perenolde stood up in surprise of the crowd and bowed to the young man.

"Good day, Your Majesty Aiden."

Ayr did not dare to neglect him. Although the king in front of him was a well-known playboy, he still had to show the proper etiquette.

At first, most of the kings were quite disdainful of Aiden's actions of getting up and saluting, but in just a few breaths, they thought of the stakes involved, and when they thought of Ayr's terrifying strength, they couldn't help but take it seriously.

"Good day, Master Ayr."

"Good day, Master Ayr."

...

Like a toppled domino, the kings and high-ranking officials of various countries all stood up and saluted the young man in unison.

Ayr smiled and returned the greetings one by one, and after a while, the guests and hosts took their seats.

"Everyone verbally agreed to join the Light of Elune Alliance a few days ago. The purpose of gathering everyone today is for the future stability and harmony of the alliance. These are the contracts for joining the alliance, which covers the benefits and responsibilities that everyone is more concerned about. If everyone thinks there are no problems, please sign your names."

As Ayr spoke, Barton, the butler standing next to him, had already distributed the contracts he had prepared to everyone in the conference hall.

The kings and high-ranking officials carefully read the contracts in their hands. After a long time, everyone carefully read them several times. After discovering that there were no loopholes or traps, they finally signed their names at the end of the contracts.

"Very good, since everyone has no objections to the contract, then here, I announce the establishment of the Light of Elune Alliance!"

As soon as the young man's powerful voice fell, warm applause resounded through every corner of the conference room.

Antonidas opened his eyes and looked at the young man with a complicated expression, and then looked at the kings and high-ranking officials beside him.

Antonidas clapped his hands somewhat despondently. Although the process was quite tortuous, and he paid the price of renting the Eye of Dalaran for 10 years, all of this seemed so insignificant compared to everything he had gained.

As a politician, he got everything he wanted. At this happy time, he should smile and celebrate the establishment of the alliance with those hypocritical kings, but for some reason, he couldn't be happy no matter what.

Hate? He should hate, after all, that young man had repeatedly hindered his plans, embarrassed him, and made him unable to step down. In the end, he even made the Jinkela, which belonged to Dalaran, public.

Hate? Maybe not, just like the name of the alliance, that young man seemed to be shining with dazzling light, making people dare not look directly at him. What exactly is this complicated emotion? Jealousy? Disgust? Disdain?

Perhaps it was just regret that he couldn't become someone like Ayr Saronas.

"Ayr Saronas, what secrets are still hidden in you? Why can't I hate you?"

Antonidas showed a bitter smile.

...

Ayr clapped his hands, and after waiting for everyone to calm down, he continued:

"Okay, everyone, there is another reason for gathering everyone here today, and that is to discuss the next troll eradication plan."

The originally enthusiastic conference room suddenly fell silent, and Ayr's words made everyone serious.

"Since everyone has no objections, then I propose that the first troll gathering place we want to clear is - Hinterlands."

"Whoa..."

Before the young man could finish speaking, the entire conference room was like a pot that had exploded, and it became noisy again.

"Master Ayr, I think we should first consider the Gurubashi Empire in the south of the Kingdom of Azeroth! Those green-skinned trash have already appeared in the depths of the Sunny Glades. If we don't contain these trash, the consequences will be unimaginable."

Byram Tanred stood up first and loudly made his request.

"I think we should first help us Stromgarde clear out those damned Drybark tribe..."

Thoras Trollbane stood up and said unyieldingly.

"Why not come to Khaz Modan first to help us kill all those Frost Trolls, I believe my brother will send the treasured wine from Ironforge to the Allied Forces to taste!"

Brann Bronzebeard also jumped up and said.

...

Ayr propped his cheek with one hand, leisurely watching the kings and high-ranking officials below, who were as noisy as a vegetable market.

He had already understood that even if an alliance was formed, these politicians would still consider their own interests and gains first. If they wanted them to really take out some benefits, they would have to show enough profit.

As for coercion by force, it's not impossible. If you dare to coerce by force, then these politicians will let you understand the teachings of the Stab-in-the-Back Sect in minutes.

Time slowly passed, and everyone understood that it would be useless to continue arguing like this. They finally stopped arguing, and looked at Ayr, who was yawning, with dry mouths.

"Well, I thought you would argue for a whole day. I didn't expect you to calm down so quickly."

Ayr jokingly took out his pocket watch and looked at the time.

"The first target of the Allied Forces is Hinterlands. Except for Stromgarde, the kings of various countries should go back to prepare for war. The Saronite Plantation and Alchemy Workshop have already been built at your request.

Your Majesty Aiden, Alterac does not have to participate in the war, but you will get a share of the spoils of war (Arcane Dust). What you have to do is to ensure the logistics of the Allied Forces. I believe that with the existence of Jinkela 3.0, mere food and grass should be no problem, right?"

"You mean... we don't have to participate in the war in the Hinterlands?"

Baelon asked in disbelief, the other kings looking much the same as him.

They were very puzzled. Wasn't the purpose of establishing the coalition army to deal with the magic essence, ahem, to clear out the trolls? Why were they not allowed to participate now?

"That's right, everyone, go back and prepare for war, waiting for the call of the alliance. After all, the rewards are proportional to the risks, and there's no free lunch in the world."

Aier said meaningfully. The kings below the stage frowned and carefully considered the gains and losses. After a long while, Baelon was the first to say:

"I agree with your plan."

"Seconded."

"Seconded."

...

Except for Stromgarde, all the countries defaulted to this matter. After all, compared to the magic essence, they thought it was more important to preserve their strength.

Although Aier had expected the development of the matter, he couldn't help but sigh when he saw the silent crowd below the stage.

"No wonder Medivh couldn't persuade these stubborn kings even after transforming into a prophet. This may be the inherent weakness of the alliance."

...

The Hinterlands in early autumn was no longer as fiery as in midsummer. The fiery red maple leaves, like mischievous elves, swirled and danced in the air.

Aier lowered his head, seemingly thinking about something, and casually caught a maple leaf that was about to fall on his head. The young man finally came back to his senses.

"Grandpa Barton, where are the Quel'Thalas expeditionary forces?"

"Young master, three days ago, Lord Saroerian led the expeditionary forces to Hillsbrad Foothills. Counting the days, they should now be stationed at the headquarters of Aier's Light."

"Building the portal to Quel'Dannis?"

Aier stroked the maple leaf in his hand, muttering to himself.

"Lord Aier!"

Just as the young man was thinking about the future direction of the war, a rough voice rang in his ear.

"Lord Aier! I missed you so much!"

Hermit lunged forward, but was controlled in mid-air by an invisible force field, unable to move.

After the young man saw who it was, he helplessly removed his telekinesis, dropping the bewildered old dwarf on his rear.

"Careless, outrageous."

Aier's tone was serious, but his eyes were filled with joy.

After pulling up the old dwarf and giving him a big hug, Aier finally remembered the business at hand.

"Hermit, what is the attitude of the Wildhammer dwarves? Are they willing to join the coalition?"

Hermit also recovered from the excitement of seeing the young man. He frowned slightly and said with a serious face:

"It's not ideal. They are happy to help us clear out the Withertree trolls and the Revantusk trolls, but only in the Hinterlands. These Wildhammer dwarves think they shouldn't leave the Hinterlands to help humans they don't recognize from other continents."

"I see..."

Aier felt a little棘手 after hearing Hermit's words.

"Forget it, let's meet our new friends first."

...

Falstad and Kurdran stood at the gate of the Wildhammer Stronghold, two elite squads of Highpeak Guards standing behind them, as if waiting for something.

"He's... he's here, Falstad. I'm actually a little nervous."

Kurdran restlessly adjusted his cuffs and collar. For a rough and bold dwarf, his behavior was indeed a little strange.

"Relax, Kurdran. Although he defeated Antonidas, he's just a kid. We..."

"Don't lie, Falstad. I think you're more nervous than I am."

Kurdran looked at Falstad, who was sweating profusely, and said disdainfully.

It's no wonder that the two actual leaders of Aerie Peak were so out of sorts. They were about to face Aier Saro'na, a name that even the Wildhammer dwarves in the remote mountains were familiar with.

In addition to the recent glorious deeds of defeating Antonidas, this undoubtedly added a thick and colorful stroke to the young man's gorgeous "resume".

"Hello, Lord Falstad, hello, Lord Kurdran."

Aier looked at the two restless dwarves with some doubts, but adhering to the elegant etiquette of the high elves, he gave the two a Quel'dorei noble salute and shook hands with the two dwarves one by one.

"Y-you... hello, Master Aier. Your glory has reached even the remote backwater of the Hinterlands. Your arrival is truly a great honor... honor... honor..."

Falstad said stutteringly.

"Hey, Falstad, when did you become so bookish?"

Hermit poked Falstad's arm with a funny expression.

"Haha, I knew that bard was unreliable. You had to recite it, and you forgot the words, right?"

Kurdran also stood aside, laughing and kicking him when he was down.

"You two bastards!"

Falstad cursed, but somehow he laughed too.

The originally awkward atmosphere became lively.

...

"Master Aier, did you really defeat Antonidas, that Kirin Tor Archmage? I heard that guy is a famous mage genius in Dalaran."

"Go, go, go. Is Lord Aier someone you bumpkins can question? Lord Aier is the youngest Archmage in all of Azeroth. Defeating that so-called Kirin Tor Archmage is just a piece of cake, right?"

Falstad pulled apart Hermit and Kurdran, who were about to fight, and smiled embarrassedly at Aier.

"They... have a very good relationship."

Aier didn't mind, just smiled casually.

"When they're on good terms, they can share a pair of pants. When they don't like each other, they can beat each other black and blue. It's been like this for 100 years."

Falstad explained.

The group followed behind two guards and soon arrived at the Wildhammer Stronghold's reception hall.

"Please sit down, Master Aier, please sit down... Sorry for being so rude, who are these two?"

Aier brought very few people this time, only Rommath and Kael'thas. Originally, Aier was going to come alone, but the Crown Prince and the Archmage pestered him so much that Aier had to bring them to "see the world".

"This is the Prince of Quel'Thalas, Prince Kael'thas, and this is the Archmage of Quel'Thalas, Lord Rommath."

"I've heard so much about you..."

After everyone exchanged pleasantries for a moment, they sat down as guests and hosts.

Just as Falstad was hesitating how to start, Aier directly cut to the chase.

"Have you heard of Jinkela?"

PS: A combined chapter. Recently, I've been working overtime every day and have had a severe cold that hasn't healed. I finished this chapter while enduring a sore throat and headache. Recently, I've really felt that my heart is willing but my strength is lacking when coding. It seems that the promised 6000 words per day will not be fulfilled, but there's no way, after all, I have to make a living. I'll resume the 6000-word update when I'm not working overtime.