Azeroth Monster Manual

The group walked on the damp, warm beach. Although it was already late autumn, the climate of Ashenvale was clearly different from the Eastern Kingdoms. It was located in the subtropical region of Azeroth, where it was eternally spring, warm and pleasant.

Hermit, who hadn't been quiet for more than a few minutes, started his "exploration" journey again like a child, sometimes kicking up the sand on the ground and laughing as he ran away, and sometimes dragging a few archmages to the front of El, muttering and studying something.

Poor Venthyr was like a rag doll, being held in the hands of the old dwarf, suffering countless hardships, which made his impression of Hermit even more terrifying.

"Look what this is? This barrel is actually carved with the statues of elves, but it doesn't seem to be an elf like Lord El. If these ruins are handed over to Brian's Adventurers' Association, they will definitely sell for a good price!"

Before El could get close, he heard the old dwarf shouting again. The young man could only helplessly shake his head at the lively Hermit, after all, human nature cannot be erased.

"Lord El! Here!"

Hermit waved his arms excitedly, signaling El to come forward and see the 'good stuff' he had discovered.

"Well, let me see, a stone container. Although it is still well preserved, it looks like it should be a utensil used by ordinary ancient night elves in their daily lives. It's not worth much money."

After hearing the young man's words, the others were as if a basin of cold water had been poured on them, and they immediately woke up from this 'archaeological craze'.

"Tch, so it was for commoners, made me happy for nothing."

Hermit even cursed and kicked the center of the stone bottle, and the dwarf's huge brute force instantly shattered this antique that had existed for countless years.

A moment later…

El covered his forehead, looking at the old dwarf who was rushing towards him again with a dark expression.

"Lord El! Lord El! What is this! Help me see what this is!"

Hermit came to El like a gust of wind, only to see him dragging Venthyr, whose eyes had already begun to turn white, in his left hand, and holding a huge statue that was taller than him in his right hand.

El carefully looked at the statue in Hermit's hand. After a long time, he said to Hermit.

"The owner of this statue is likely to be Queen Azshara from ten thousand years ago. You are lucky. Although the workmanship is slightly rough, the overall statue has become fragile and mottled under the erosion of the sea waves.

But if you sell it to those vampires in the Sacred Relics Association, you will probably get a lot of money from Lord Blood Seeker…"

"Yay!"

Hermit threw the statue in his hand in celebration, and the three archmages also looked delighted. Things that a character like their mentor could value must be really good things.

"Yay!"

Hermit grabbed the statue and threw it into the air again.

"Pa… crack…"

The air suddenly became solidified, and an awkward atmosphere spread among them.

Hermit stared blankly at the 'valuable' statue that had been smashed into two pieces on the reef, unable to speak for a long time.

"Idiot…"

El sighed, deciding to ignore this living treasure and walked towards the intended direction alone.

"Hermit! You idiot! You ruined the antique that we finally found!"

Calind grabbed the dwarf's collar and shouted hoarsely.

"Return our hard-earned money! You incompetent spendthrift!"

Anselem pinched the old dwarf's neck and roared loudly.

"My new magic wand is ruined just like that, sorry Mr. Hermit…"

Eran was the most polite, but he still hugged the old dwarf tightly from behind, preventing him from escaping.

"Actually… actually… it's just broken into two pieces, don't you magicians have the most tricks? Glue it back together, that Blood Seeker won't be able to tell…"

Hermit said embarrassedly.

"Pay up!"

The trio looked at the old dwarf as if he were an idiot and roared in unison.

… …

"Bringing these idiots to Ashenvale is the dumbest thing I've ever done, I guarantee it!"

Hearing the noise behind him, El couldn't help but wonder if his choice was correct.

"St… stand still! Don't move."

Just as El was moving quickly towards his intended destination, a soft voice rang in his ears, causing him to stop.

The young man raised his eyes, and a strange creature, half-human and half-deer, appeared in his sight.

"Dryad?"

After seeing the creature in front of him, El didn't retreat but advanced, speeding up his pace excitedly.

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"Don't… don't come over! I don't want to hurt you!"

The dryad's soft and pleasant voice represented her gender. This was a female dryad.

The dryad raised the spear in her hand, pointing it in El's direction with some trembling. That weak and helpless appearance would definitely arouse the interest of some special hobbyists, of course, El was not included here. El was only interested in the structure of this species.

The young man raised his hands and stood in place, indicating that he had no malice, but he still asked curiously, wanting to determine the identity of the dryad in front of him.

"What's your name? Lunara? Avril Lavigne? Or Milune?"

"Huh? How do you know my name?"

The dryad scratched her emerald green hair in a daze, even forgetting to raise the spear in her hand again.

"It seems you are Milune, after all, your sisters don't have this kind of 'silly, sweet' personality."

El said with a smile, that kind and friendly posture made Milune, who didn't have much vigilance in the first place, even more relaxed.

… …

After a long time, after Milune's extremely strict 'interrogation', the two 'sat' by the sea, chatting like two old friends.

Saying 'sitting' may not be appropriate, because the dryad in front of El can only 'lie' beside the young man.

"What's your name?"

Milune chatted with El while stroking the fairy dragon on her shoulder that was still chirping. This harmonious appearance made El couldn't help but take a few more glances.

This dryad was nothing more than beautiful, moving, and unforgettable.

Her lavender skin was delicate and lovely. She had a head of emerald green hair. Even from a distance, the young man could smell a natural fragrance from Milune's hair. It was a pure natural aura, which El, who possessed a small amount of natural divinity, could clearly perceive.

Her delicate face was somewhat similar to El's distant relatives - the night elves. Her two watery eyes seemed to be pregnant with a pool of clear spring.

Her upper body was dressed very 'revealingly', only draped in a wisp of thin green gauze, which could only slightly cover some key parts.

Although Milune's voice and personality were like a naive little girl, her upper body was rather overly upright.

Her lower body, starting from the abdomen, was completely a beast. The strong four long legs and hooves, the slender deer body and the small tail that twirled from time to time, all proved that this beautiful 'lady' was a genuine dryad.

"Hey, I'm asking you what your name is. It's really impolite to stare at people like that!"

Milune tilted her head and said with a slightly coquettish tone.

"Ah? Oh, sorry, I was just thinking about something. My name is El, from Silvermoon City, and I am a high elf."

Looking at Milune's charming appearance, El couldn't help but smile. Facing this transparent girl like a crystal, El's long-flustered heart seemed to be purified.