Azeroth Monster Manual

In the dim candlelight, Kurdran and Falstad, two high-ranking Wildhammer leaders, sat neatly on low stools like well-behaved children.

Every now and then, the two would let out a gasp or two, and then quickly cover their mouths, as if feeling that it was inappropriate.

"So, you both understand the effects of Kinkela 3.0 and magic essence. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me."

Eyre took a sip of rum from his glass, watching the excited Kurdran and the hesitant Falstad with ease.

"Eyre... Master, if the Wildhammer join the Light of Eyre, will we enjoy the same treatment as those human kingdoms?"

Kurdran drained the Thunderbrew in his glass and asked impatiently.

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"Of course."

"Will those Kinkela 3.0s also be sold to our farmers at a fair price?"

"Of course."

...

Listening to Kurdran's questions one after another, Eyre simply smiled slightly, elegantly wiping the wine from his lips.

'I have to say, although the Wildhammer dwarves' rum isn't as mellow and sweet as Silvermoon's Moonlight Brew, taking a big gulp can give you a different taste. It's really enjoyable!'

The young man squinted his eyes, savoring the sugarcane fragrance in the rum. His leisurely appearance seemed to indicate that he didn't care about the Wildhammer dwarves' attitude.

Although Kurdran seemed carefree, it could be seen from these large and small, even seemingly redundant, questions that, as the leader of the Wildhammer, he was undoubtedly competent.

"Master Eyre, I have no more questions. The Wildhammer dwarves are willing to..."

"Wait!"

Just as Kurdran was about to make the final decision, Falstad's deep voice interrupted him.

"Oh? Does Lord Falstad have any other questions?"

Eyre didn't show any impatience, but quietly waited for Falstad's question.

"Master Eyre, the conditions you offer are too good for the Wildhammer to refuse, but I have one more condition."

"Please speak."

Falstad stood up and signaled everyone to follow. After a while, under his guidance, the group arrived at the strategic command room on the second floor of the fortress.

Hemit curiously looked around the furnishings in the strategic room. Being naturally lively, he would occasionally fiddle with the map and touch the double-barreled shotgun hanging on the wall.

"Kurdran, you never took me on a tour here."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Faced with Hemit's unreasonable demands, Kurdran simply rolled his eyes and ignored the old dwarf's question.

"Master Eyre, look here."

Falstad took the lead to a large rectangular sand table, pointing to a marked spot that said Shadra'Alor, and said:

"This is the lair of the Witherbark trolls in the Hinterlands. I believe you are familiar with it."

"That's right."

Eyre stared at the meticulously crafted sand table in front of him with some surprise, and couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

'Lakes, rivers, even the continuous mountains are there. Is this realistic and detailed sand table really made by these Wildhammer dwarves? It's incredible.'

"Master Eyre?"

Falstad's voice brought the young man back from his thoughts in a timely manner.

"Sorry, Lord Falstad. This exquisite and realistic sand table is really amazing. I was just stunned by it."

"Haha, this sand table was personally surveyed by the late King Khardros Wildhammer riding his best companion, the legendary griffon, Quickwing!"

Kurdran laughed and patted Eyre's waist. This intimate gesture showed that this heroic Wildhammer leader had initially recognized the long-eared elf in front of him.

Falstad looked helplessly at the laughing Kurdran, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Lord Falstad, please forgive my rudeness just now. Please continue."

Eyre showed an embarrassed smile, signaling Falstad to continue.

"Here is Zul'Mashar. According to our scouts, Zul'Mashar has fallen during the last Witherbark invasion. And Xin'theral to the due east has not launched a large-scale counterattack under the harassment of the Witherbark recently. The two sides only have small-scale friction and are acting very restrained..."

Falstad carefully explained everything that had happened in the Hinterlands to Eyre. Although he had already received the latest information from Sadori Moonspear, Eyre still maintained a listening posture.

"Lord Eyre, although your plan to drive away the tiger and devour the wolf is very successful, judging from the recent refusal of the Vilebranch trolls to come out, they may have received some news."

"Well, that possibility cannot be ruled out."

Although he agreed with Falstad's statement, Eyre muttered in his heart.

'When did dwarves learn the human tricks? Falstad is indeed the brain of Aerie Peak.'

Just as Eyre was slandering in his heart, Falstad finally revealed his true purpose.

"The Wildhammer dwarves are willing to risk being caught between the Vilebranch and Witherbark trolls to join the Light of Eyre, but after this war ends, the area centered on Shadra'Alor, including Shadra'Alor and Quel'Danil Lodge, must be划归划归 to Aerie Peak's territory!"

Falstad's voice was like a heavy hammer, and even Kurdran was taken aback by the resolute momentum.

The Wildhammer chieftain's tone carried an irrefutable attitude. Eyre believed that Falstad had been waiting for this day for a long time, and now that he had seized the opportunity, it seemed that he would not give up easily.

After thinking for a long time, Eyre finally nodded and said in a deep voice:

"No problem, Lord Falstad's request is very reasonable."

"Phew..."

Falstad let out a breath of stale air, and a happy smile appeared on his originally calm face.

"Haha, Master Eyre is indeed a straightforward person! I announce that from now on, the Wildhammer clan will join the Light of Eyre! Master Eyre, you will always be a friend of the Wildhammer!"

Kurdran laughed and took the contract from Hemit's hand, signing his name in a flamboyant manner.

"Men! Bring all the fine wine from Aerie Peak to the drawing room! To celebrate Lord Eyre's arrival, we'll drink until we drop tonight!"

"Oh!"

Several clever Wildhammer guards rushed to the wine cellar after hearing Kurdran's order.

In the resource-scarce Hinterlands, getting drunk was the long-cherished wish of all dwarves.

...

That night, everyone toasted and exchanged cups, having a lively time. Even Eyre, who didn't usually drink much, drank a whole barrel of the Wildhammer's special Thunderbrew and passed out drunk on the table.

Rommath struggled to gulp down a large glass of ale, a silly smile on his flushed face.

His hazy eyes swept across the entire hall, and finally found his target. The Grand Magister picked up a glass of ale and staggered towards the prince.

Kael'thas sat in the corner, not drunk. At this time, his eyebrows were furrowed, as if he was thinking about something.

Eyre easily gave half of the Hinterlands' cake to the Wildhammer dwarves. It seemed reckless, but in fact, this was the inevitability of war, just like the saying the young man once said.

There is no free lunch in this world. If there is, its potential price must be ridiculously expensive.

"I understand! As expected of my mentor!"

Kael'thas clapped his fist in his palm, suddenly realizing.

"Yo... Your Highness, what did you say?"

Romanthas sat next to Kael'thas, muttering indistinctly.

Kael'thas made a "shush" gesture, and taking advantage of the absence of anyone nearby, released a miniature soundproofing barrier. Only then did he excitedly lower his voice and say:

"We only look one step, maybe three steps ahead, but the moment Instructor Aier takes the first step, he probably already sees the entire picture. For example, giving Shadra'al to the Wildhammer dwarves…"

Romanthas listened to Kael'thas's rambling in a daze, but surprisingly, he gradually sobered up.

"Is there some deeper meaning to this?"

"Of course! Instructor Aier is not so superficial. All we Quel'Dorei want is the Revantusk Village and the magic network beneath Zul'Gurub. What do Shadra'al and Sil'lithar have? Nothing! What if we give these useless lands to the Wildhammer dwarves? Think about it!"

Kael'thas seemed to have figured something out and looked at Romanthas with a smug expression.

Romanthas was clearly not dull, but rather keenly aware of the key point.

"You… you mean, if the dwarves occupy all the land west of Shadra'al, then these Wildhammer dwarves will become a natural barrier for our Hinterlands outpost? Those greedy humans who want to steal the secrets of Quel'Dorei will have to defeat these brave and warlike Wildhammer dwarves first."

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Romanthas trembled as he voiced his guess.

"That's right. The Quel'Danil Lodge, the only connection to the human town of Andorhal, is also included in the Wildhammer's future territory. Father has always been very troubled by the Hinterlands, but with Instructor Aier's move, the original troubles will be easily solved. These nature-loving Wildhammer dwarves are simply too good as neighbors to Quel'Dorei."

"It's simply… simply… simply…"

The two raised their ale, looked at each other, and drank it all in one gulp.

"The instructor's wisdom is truly as deep as the sea…" X2

Aier at this time: Zzz…

…

Hinterlands, Zul'Altar.

Kima's injuries had mostly healed. Thanks to that scout, Overseer Maltorius had not continued to suspect him, or rather, had no time to suspect him anymore.

But Kima was still very distressed. Hexx, that vicious woman, was terrifyingly shrewd. Although she had not yet suspected him, that woman had already realized that someone was stirring up war between the Revantusk and the Witherbark.

That wasn't the worst part. The worst part was that that vicious woman actually wanted him to find a way to summon Shadra. The hell, was Shadra roadside cabbage? Could any troll summon her?

Kima dejectedly lay on his animal skin recliner, randomly grabbing a bunch of emerald green muscat grapes and throwing them into his mouth without even looking.

Just as Kima was lamenting his tragic fate, the communication stone on his chest suddenly began to heat up.

He hurriedly stood up. Kima first stuck his head out of the tent, and after finding that there was no one around, he released a soundproofing barrier.

"Lord Aier, your most humble servant Kima gives you…"

"Shut up, you idiot!"

Aier rubbed his forehead with a headache. Last night's long-awaited hangover made his brain still a little sluggish.

"Your will, Lord Aier."

Kima stood up from the ground flatteringly, patting the dust off his knees.

"Speak, what's going on with Hexx? Why are the Witherbark trolls holed up in Zul'Gurub and refusing to come out?"

"Lord Aier, it's like this, like this, like this…"

So, under Aier's gaze, Kima lowered his voice and told some of the more important information he had gathered recently.

"You mean, Hexx already knows that someone is planning all this behind the scenes?"

Aier took a sip of the light tea in his cup, revealing a solemn expression.

"No, Lord Aier, that vicious woman Hexx is only guessing now. I don't think she knows of our existence."

Kima sized up the young man's expression and said nervously.

"Forget it, report any important information in a timely manner."

Aier waved his hand and said listlessly.

The lukewarm probing between the Revantusk and Witherbark disappointed Aier, who had been full of expectations.

"Lord Aier…"

"Hmm? Is there anything else?"

"There is one more thing. Hexx asked me to summon Shadra recently, but you know, I'm just a mage. I don't know how to summon Shadra at all."

Kima said haltingly.

"You idiot! Why didn't you say so sooner!"

Hearing Kima's words, Aier was not angry, but excited.

Kima watched the pensive young man and couldn't say a word, he could only wait quietly.

'Why does Hexx want to summon Shadra at this juncture? If I'm not mistaken, this must be an order from the blood god Hakkar. No matter how shrewd and cunning that woman Hexx is, she can't escape Hakkar's backstab!'

Aier's lips curled up into a handsome smile as he thought of the joyous scene.

'Hakkar wants to find a way to devour Shadra's avatar before the Revantusk gather their army, and the war between the Witherbark trolls and the Revantusk trolls is in His interest.

After devouring Shadra, the entire Zul'Gurub battlefield will become Hakkar's all-you-can-eat buffet. Those pathetic flesh and souls will become the blood god's meal. Heh, poor and pathetic Hexx.'

Aier sneered in his heart, but his face remained calm. He glanced at Kima, who was lowering his head, and couldn't help but reveal a happy smile.

"Kima, the task of summoning Shadra is entrusted to you. Five days later, I want to see the figure of that big spider at Zul'Altar."

Kima: ? ? ?

…

Eastern Kingdoms, Stranglethorn Vale.

Elan and the Kirin Tor duo, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, were sitting by the campfire, grilling a crocodile leg.

The extremely intelligent young mage slapped himself on the head. Under the surprised gazes of the two, the Archmage stretched out his hand, and the corpse of a mosquito the size of a bottle cap appeared in his palm.

"Is there still no news from Instructor Aier?"

Kael'lynn wiped the blood from his hands, asking seemingly inadvertently.

"No, Instructor Aier hasn't contacted us for more than two months."

Ansirem took out a sharp knife and cut the crocodile leg into three portions, placing them on the three people's ice plates.

Elan did not speak. The past two months of training had allowed him to make considerable progress. The Archmage unabashedly picked up the tableware made of ice and began to feast.

Just as the three of them were complaining about the humid climate and mosquitoes in Stranglethorn Vale, the communication stone on Ansirem's chest began to heat up.

"Shh!"

Ansirem excitedly gestured for silence, carefully taking out the communication stone.

After a while, the young man's figure appeared in the magical image.

"Everyone, there are new missions!"

The young man smiled very happily, and the three people who saw the young man's figure smiled just as happily.

"I need you to sneak into Zul'Gurub and bring back High Priestess Mar'li's head and all her personal belongings."