Azeroth Monster Manual

“Summon… Hethiss, could it be…”

Wenoxis curled up in the depths of the cage, staring at the young man in front of him with a look of horror.

“You want to… kill a god!”

“Don't be so nervous, my friend. It's best not to talk about god-slaying casually. After all, we're just weak mages.”

Aier looked at the troll in the corner, a harmless smile on his face. Perhaps infected by the young man's gentle and jade-like temperament, Wenoxis's emotions were obviously calmer, but the young man's next words completely shattered his illusion.

“It's just an avatar of Hethiss. After all, the main body of this snake Loa isn't on this continent.”

Wenoxis: … …

“How about it? Help me summon Hethiss's avatar, and you'll get everything you can get. Power? Women? Or even a new… clan?”

The young man's mouth curled up, his magnetic voice carrying a bewitching meaning that was hard to refuse.

“I can't… I can't do that. Hethiss's anger will destroy everything. You simply don't understand the power of a god!”

After hearing Aier's words, even though he was deep in the corner, Wenoxis retreated with his hands and feet as if he hadn't noticed anything. The decorations on the troll's leather armor scraped against the sturdy iron bars, making a crisp clanging sound.

“Mentor… he doesn't seem to be lying. I always feel… this troll's fear of Hethiss has surpassed life and death…”

Anslem had been listening to Wenoxis's narration and had gained some understanding of the Loa god. In his opinion, the troll's mental state was already on the verge of collapse.

Being able to frankly ask the mentor to give him a quick death, but unable to accept the request to summon Hethiss, was a bizarre thing in itself.

“Wenoxis, tell me, why are you so afraid of that beast named Hethiss?”

Aier was also frowning in thought. Judging from the troll's reaction, the research material he wanted to extract was not an easy target, which made him feel a little impatient.

“You simply don't understand the power of the gods! If He knew that I summoned Him to the material plane just to kill His avatar, then our souls would be annihilated into ashes under His terrifying poison!”

Wenoxis screamed hysterically.

“Shut him up.”

Aier ordered irritably, annoyed by the troll's cowardice and timidity.

“Yes! Mentor!”

“Mentor… can I try?”

Eilan said weakly.

“You?”

Aier looked at Eilan in surprise, questioning.

“That's right. I learned some torture methods from Mr. Hemet and want to try them out.”

Eilan lowered his head shyly, saying somewhat bashfully.

Aier: … …

In the end, the young man agreed to Eilan's request, leaving the trio here, while he went to the Hinterlands to deal with some urgent matters.

… …

Two hours later…

The first thing Aier did when he returned to the Mage Tower was to rush to the 20th floor underground. Apart from big slaps, Aier hadn't seen a trace of a 'cruel official' from that unreliable guy Hemet.

But Eilan claimed to have 'learned' from Hemet, which cast a shadow over Aier's heart.

Aier stood behind the door, listening to the familiar sounds of chaos inside with a dark expression, and couldn't help but cover his face.

“I'm really confused. I shouldn't have let them mess around…”

As soon as he pushed open the door, Aier was startled by the scene in front of him.

The disfigured Wenoxis was suspended in the air, muttering something, and next to Wenoxis's swollen cheeks were two pale purple mage hands the size of cattail leaf fans, constantly slapping the troll's big mouth.

The trio stood in front of the troll with excited expressions, roaring in unison.

“Will you talk or not! Will you finally talk or not!”

“Stop!”

Aier shouted angrily, stopping the trio, whose faces were flushed and excited.

“Are you trying to beat him to death!”

The young man hurried forward to check the situation, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he found that Wenoxis was fine.

“Men… Mentor…”

“Shut up, that guy Hemet is completely unreliable. What skills can you learn from him? Such crude torture is useless except to beat people to death…”

“Mentor… this guy agreed.”

“Don't interrupt. For fanatics like this, no matter how hard you hit them, even if you beat them to death, they won't agree to summon Hethiss, wait… what did you say?”

“Um, he agreed to summon Hethiss. This list is the sacrifices and summoning materials he needs.”

Eilan said weakly.

Aier: Then never mind…

“Could it be that Hemet has hidden something from me? What kind of magic does the big slap possess?”

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Aier looked at the list in his hand with a strange expression, but his thoughts had long wandered elsewhere.

Even with his erudition, talent, and racking his brains, he couldn't figure out whether a few ordinary big slaps could really make these hard bones submit? Are the plots in TV dramas all fake?

… …

Hinterlands, Eagle's Nest Mountain.

“Thirty servings of magic essence is easy to say, 25 grams of venom, what is the standard for this venom?”

Aier asked, pointing to the list in his hand.

“Zheyao is similar to Duser's…”

“Stop, stop, what are you talking about?”

Aier impatiently interrupted Wenoxis and waved for Hemet to come over.

“Lord Aier, feel free to tell me what you want? Does old Hemet need to clean up this bamboo pole!?”

Hemet scurried out from the side excitedly, staring at Wenoxis kneeling on the ground with glowing eyes.

Wenoxis shivered after hearing Hemet's name, and after seeing the old dwarf's palm as big as a cattail leaf fan, his eyes turned white and he fainted.

“Get out! Now!”

Aier kicked the old dwarf in the butt and scolded angrily.

“By the way, bring the best priest from Eagle's Nest Mountain here!”

After a while, Wenoxis woke up leisurely. Although the skills of the dwarf priest were not as good as those of humans, his broken arm and injuries had also improved significantly under the treatment of this quack doctor, which made Hemet啧啧 exclaim, sighing that the troll's recovery power was perverted.

“Explain the contents of this list to me properly. You are a smart person, I believe you understand what I mean by explanation.”

Aier threw the paper in his hand in front of the troll.

Wenoxis first trembled and glanced at the trio and Hemet before picking up the list on the ground.

“25 grams of venom, the venom only needs to be from snakes, the stronger the venom, the greater the probability of Hethiss responding, 200 scales, the same as snake venom, the better the quality, the higher the chance of Hethiss responding, flesh…”

Wenoxis explained the contents of the list in detail, occasionally explaining the meaning of some exclusive terms to everyone.

“Finally, Hethiss's arrival is divided into two types, one is to descend on my body, and the other is to find a powerful snake creature, the more powerful the snake creature, the stronger the avatar of Hethiss's arrival…”

Speaking of the end, Wenoxis hesitated obviously for a moment, but he still forced himself to say it despite his fear.

“Oh? Aren't you afraid that I will directly ask Hethiss to descend on you?”

Looking at the trembling troll, Aier showed an interested expression.

“What you want is nothing more than Hethiss's Loa divinity and some other things. If it descends on me, as I die, these divinities will quickly flow away, and my body will become the most ordinary form.”

Wenoxis looked into Aier's eyes and said boldly.

“Well, not bad, it seems you are quite self-aware. Don't worry, I won't do the stupid thing of killing the goose that lays the golden eggs. The meaning of you being alive is greater than the role of becoming a container.”

Aier stroked his smooth chin, saying thoughtfully.