Azeroth Monster Manual

"High Elf? Never heard of them. But your tone is indeed a bit awkward."

The girl gently stroked the sprite dragon on her shoulder, her face full of curiosity.

"Is that so? Perhaps I'm speaking a variant of Salas, while your language leans more towards the pronunciation of Kalimdor."

Eyr gazed at the elven woman before him, a long-lost smile gracing his face. The natural aura around Milune fascinated him.

"Oh, I almost forgot the main thing!"

Milune playfully stuck out her tongue, leaping up like a nimble fawn.

"Go back, the terrifying Dark Abyss lies ahead! A huge, huge monster lives there! You absolutely mustn't go any further, that big monster will eat you!"

Milune said with a serious expression.

"It's alright…"

Eyr stood up, brushing the sand off his robes, but was interrupted by an excited shout before he could speak.

"Lord Eyr! Lord Eyr! Can you take a look at this for me!"

"Here we go again…"

The youth stared with dark lines on his face at Hermit, who was approaching from afar, wishing he could blast the old dwarf's grinning face with a Fireball.

"Where did this chick come from? No, wait, where did this monster come from!"

Seeing Milune, Hermit was first puzzled, then seemed to realize something, immediately taking two steps back to stand in front of Eyr, striking a defensive pose.

"Is that your pet? It feels kind of ugly-cute."

Milune playfully put down the sprite dragon in her arms, wanting to stroke the old dwarf's bushy beard.

"Lord, be careful!"

Hermit shouted loudly, startling Milune, who was timid by nature. The treant girl fearfully hopped back several times before stopping.

"Careful! I told you to be careful! Careful my foot!"

Eyr angrily conjured a thick ice club, hammering it again and again on the dwarf's broad forehead.

"Ouch, stop hitting me! Lord Eyr, stop hitting me!"

"Are you wrong! Are you wrong! Are you wrong!"

Eyr ignored the old dwarf's pleas, increasing the force in his hand, hammering even harder.

"I'm wrong! I'm wrong! I'm wrong!"

Hermit scurried away, holding his head, but no matter where he ran, the ice club accurately struck the same spot.

"What are you wrong about! What are you wrong about! What are you wrong about!"

The trio: … …

Milune: … …

Sprite Dragon: … …

In the end, it was Milune who diffused the situation. The kind-hearted she couldn't bear to see Hermit's pitiful appearance as he jumped up and down, and persuaded Eyr to stop.

A moment later…

"Lord, that woman doesn't seem like a good person."

Hermit, with bumps all over his head, sneakily leaned close to Eyr's ear and said 'quietly'.

The trio standing aside tacitly took a few steps back at the same time, turning their heads away, unable to bear to look at the old dwarf's miserable state.

"Ah! Lord Eyr, I was really wrong!"

That day, Hermit's screams carried far away… …

Eyr, with a dark expression, cast the [Tongues] spell on his companions, allowing them to communicate more smoothly.

"This is my new friend, Milune. She is a treant and also the daughter of the demigod Cenarius. All of you! Show some respect!"

"Yes!"

Everyone, including Wenosis in the dwarf's hands, said respectfully.

"Especially you… Hermit, if you cause any more trouble, you will definitely die a miserable death today!"

The youth narrowed his eyes, slowly turning his head with an icy expression, staring at the "colorful" Hermit.

"Got… got it…"

When he heard the words 'demigod's daughter,' the old dwarf chickened out. At this moment, he was squatting on the ground, clutching his mountainous bumps, gloomily picking up crabs.

"Your pet seems a little unhappy? As the owner, you should be more generous."

Milune weakly tugged at the youth's sleeve, saying softly.

"Pfft…"

Calain kept a straight face, but when he heard Milune mistake Hermit for Eyr's pet, he finally couldn't help but laugh.

"Haha…"

"Hahaha…"

Calain seemed to have set a bad example, and the others couldn't help but burst out laughing as well.

Hermit, on the other hand, had a livid face, silently drawing circles on the ground.

Demigod's daughter, this status with its rich connotations frightened him.

… …

Through mutual introductions, the group gained some initial understanding of each other's identities.

"So happy! Milune made so many interesting friends today!"

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The treant girl hopped around happily, her lithe and beautiful body attracting the attention of everyone.

"So beautiful…"

Elan murmured involuntarily, staring with blurred vision at Milune.

Just then, a sinister voice sounded in his ear.

"So you're a furry! Tsk! Disgusting!"

Hermit stood on tiptoe, saying to the trio one by one with a look of disgust, making them blush and feel ashamed.

"Bang!"

The gossiping old dwarf hadn't been smug for more than a few seconds when a huge ice club came crashing down.

"Ouch!"

The old dwarf lost his balance and fell to the ground. This time, Eyr's strength seemed particularly great.

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. Milune has a very strong natural divinity. Natural divinity can attract the attention of most order-aligned creatures and gain their favor, just like this."

Eyr felt it necessary to explain to his frivolous apprentices and followers to prevent them from overthinking and going astray.

Dense green energy condensed around Eyr, and a faint fragrance wafted from the youth, and just as everyone was fascinated by the youth, something incredible happened.

Several lithe night stalker panthers growled and rushed towards the group from the forest.

Following closely behind were tens of thousands of colorful butterflies and birds flying towards the group in unison.

Then came a series of 'rumbling' noises, and those large mammals also rushed out.

Hermit woke up from his fascination, staring anxiously at Eyr, who was still emitting natural energy.

"Teacher! Something's wrong! All the beasts are rushing out of the forest!"

The trio also seemed to realize something was wrong and hurriedly called out to the youth.

But at this time, Eyr seemed to be in a deep meditation, completely unable to hear the voices of the others, and was still standing there blankly.

"You take Lord Eyr away from here! I'll stop these beasts."

Hermit stared at the approaching horde of beasts, deciding not to wait any longer.

"It's okay…"

Just then, Milune's soft voice rang in everyone's ears.

The treant girl drunkenly breathed in the air around the youth, revealing a charming smile.

"These animals like him very much."

As she spoke, the tide of beasts, like a flood, arrived in front of the group, and as if to confirm Milune's words, the tide of beasts stopped completely the moment they came into contact with the youth.

Those beasts on the periphery, realizing there was no room for them, did not fight but quietly lay down on the outermost circle, quietly watching the youth.

"Whew, so natural divinity has such an effect."

Eyr opened his eyes, feeling a wet, sticky sensation on his hand, and only then did he have time to look around.

Several colorful sprite dragons were surrounding him, licking his cheeks and palms, and thousands of birds were circling above his head, unwilling to leave.

A huge brown bear lay at his feet, staring at him with tenderness in its eyes.

"This… is this the Voice of All Things?"

Eyr listened ecstatically to the voices of all things, opening his arms and feeling the great power of nature.