Azeroth Monster Manual

With the help of the legendary Unfettered Element, Al quickly pulled out Akumai's lower body. As Al expected, the three-headed giant serpent's lower body was indeed connected.

But what shocked everyone the most was that Akumai's thick lower body, when folded up, occupied more than two-thirds of the wide cave.

Al roughly estimated that if this behemoth were to be unfolded, its size would far exceed the height of his mage tower. You must know that his mage tower is a full 500 feet tall.

"It seems that ordinary portals cannot send this bug back."

Al stood under Akumai's feet, which were like hills, and couldn't help but reveal a wry smile.

"You three, stop slacking off and get to work!"

Al moved his hands and feet and said to the trio in the distance.

"Oh, right, this time the reward is 1 point. Whoever contributes the most can get an extra point."

The young man smiled slyly, and then took out a large pile of precious materials for constructing the portal from his backpack.

"Kaelen, you bastard, you actually pushed me!?"

Eland fell on the ground in a splayed position, looking at Kaelen, who was running wildly, in disbelief. Just now, this companion who had fought side by side with him a few days ago actually pushed him down for a mere point!?

"Anslem, Kaelen he…"

Eland stood up aggrievedly, wanting to ask Anslem for justice, but unexpectedly staggered again and fell to the ground again.

"Sorry, brother, this point is really important to me!"

Anslem said loudly as he ran.

Eland sat on the ground blankly, watching Kaelen and Anslem, who were gradually moving away but still pushing each other, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Can't there be a little less scheming and more trust between people?

Like watching a sitcom, the young man couldn't help but laugh as he watched the trio break up on the spot. The power of points really exceeded his expectations.

What Al didn't know was that in the near future, with the continuous expansion of the Al Brotherhood and the continuous growth of apprentices, the points policy he formulated would become an existence that would change the entire Eastern Kingdom's landscape.

Of course, these are all things of the future, so let's not mention them for now.

…

Time passed, and with the efforts of three magisters and one archmage, the giant portal leading to Aerie Peak gradually took shape.

In order to allow Akumai, this behemoth, to pass through the portal, Al had to remove the temple gate, which barely allowed Akumai to be stuffed in.

Hinterlands, Aerie Peak.

"Falstad, where do you think Master Al has gone?"

Kurdran took a sip of the ale in his cup and said with some dissatisfaction. The young man's repeated delays were about to extinguish his burning war-like heart.

"Who knows? Maybe there's something more important to deal with?"

Falstad stood in front of the sand table, answering Kurdran's question perfunctorily.

At this time, he was immersed in complex calculations. Being able to keep Aerie Peak watertight and impregnable under the constant invasion of the Grimtotem and the Revantusk, it has to be said that this Wildhammer lord is a true tactical master.

"Always so mysterious. If you ask me, why bother making it so complicated? First, wipe out the Grimtotem scum, and then gather troops and push to Jintha'Alor in one wave. Isn't winter coming soon? It's just right to burn those Revantusk cubs as firewood!"

Falstad covered his forehead and sighed helplessly.

How should I describe Kurdran, the actual leader of Aerie Peak? Well, very Wildhammer, that's all.

Just as the two were chatting, a magical fluctuation that even Muggles could feel came from below Wildhammer Keep, which startled Falstad and Kurdran, who hurriedly rushed out with the guards.

"What is this thing?"

Kurdran curiously stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the light purple oval object in front of him, but was pulled back by Falstad.

"Do you want to die? That's a portal!"

After hearing Falstad's words, Kurdran couldn't help but take two steps back, rubbing the hand he had just stretched out with lingering fear.

Even if he was as crude as he was, he understood the danger and horror of portals, especially since this was an unformed portal.

"Is it Master Al?"

Kurdran curiously looked at the unformed portal and asked the high lord next to him in a low voice.

"I don't know, but I can be sure that it's not our enemy.

Those troll clans have always had an attitude of contempt and rejection towards magic, and as far as I know, only organized mage legions can construct this kind of large-scale portal. It seems that it should be Master Al's clansmen."

Falstad watched the portal in front of him with a relaxed expression. In his opinion, even if the spellcasters who built this portal were not Master Al, they would not be enemies of the Wildhammer.

"Buzz…"

The violent magical fluctuations startled several guards who were relatively close. They retreated in a panic, until they reached a relatively safe distance.

In just a few seconds, the original oval portal expanded dozens of times.

The huge portal, flashing with light purple light, appeared in front of everyone like a giant mouth choosing people to devour. Even the steady Falstad was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

"Everyone! Retreat thirty yards!"

At this time, Kurdran finally saw the scene on the other side of the portal and hurriedly ordered the soldiers to retreat.

"Lord Kurdran, Lord Falstad, would you mind helping me with a small favor?"

Al walked out of the portal, revealing an elegant smile.

…

Kurdran's veins bulged and his face was covered in sweat, but he couldn't care about his image, because at this time his body was covered in ropes, and he was laboriously dragging the body of the behemoth behind him.

"Are you not eating? Kurdran? With such little strength, I think you should just not be a gryphon rider anymore. The Rolling Stone Tavern in Ironforge is still short of a stripper, why don't you go try it?"

Hemet was also tied with dense ropes. Compared to Kurdran, he seemed to be more than capable at this time, and even had the energy to ridicule his friend next to him.

"Tui! Has no one ever said that your mouth is as broken as a 300-year-old Bronzebeard woman? Hemet! Can't you shut your mouth like a man?"

Kurdran spat unhappily, retorting unyieldingly.

…

"Heave ho… heave ho… brothers in the back, put in some effort!"

Hearing the loud shouts from the front, the exhausted trio couldn't help but look at each other, and then quickly looked away. After experiencing that scene of brotherly breakup just now, it seems that they haven't forgiven each other yet.

As the sun was about to set, everyone finally dragged Akumai out of the portal.

After seeing the full picture of this behemoth, the Wildhammer dwarves couldn't help but click their tongues. Having lived in Aerie Peak for so long, it was the first time they had seen such a huge beast.

"Wen Nuohesis, these are the summoning materials you requested. I want to see Heshis's incarnation before midnight. If you can't… I believe you know the consequences."

Casually tossing several bulging packages to a bitter-faced Wen Nuohesis, the group returned to the Hammerfall Stronghold.

Under Forstadd's deliberate guidance, the group arrived at the war room. As soon as they entered, Forstadd couldn't wait to ask:

"Master Aire, have you been searching for this big guy these past few days?"

Aire handed a few manually chilled wheat beers to the old dwarf and his apprentices before answering:

"That's right, this beast almost cost me my life. Highlord, would you like to hear this thrilling and exciting adventure story?"

"The story can wait. In the two days you've been gone, some important things have happened in the Hinterlands. If you can't make a decision in time, the direction of this war will be very unfavorable to us."

Forstadd said seriously.

Hearing Forstadd's words, Aire's relaxed expression also became serious.

"Highlord, please speak."

"Just yesterday, your scout handed me a very important piece of information. Because you were not here, I took the liberty of reading it. I must apologize to you for this."

"It's okay, please continue."

Taking a deep look at the young man, Forstadd pointed to the mountain pass marked on the sand table as Jinthal'Alor.

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"Two days ago, the evening of the day you disappeared, the rangers of Quel'Danil detected a medium-sized battle between the Revantusk and the Witherbark 100 miles southeast of Jinthal'Alor.

But for some reason, after a woman arrived and said something, those troll bastards who were blinded by the killing actually put down their weapons and retreated…"

Aire looked at the direction Forstadd pointed with some suspicion, his heart surging.

"Such important information, Kima hasn't made a peep about it. Could it be… impossible, that cowardly guy wouldn't do such a short-sighted thing…

Then there's only one possibility, that idiot was caught by Hex or the Witherbark overseer!"

"Master Aire? Master Aire?"

Forstadd's call woke the young man from his thoughts. Aire frowned, staring at the sand table without blinking, and said in a deep voice.

"I understand. Does the Wing Guard Commander have any other important information?"

Forstadd looked at the young man's face, somewhat hesitant, but after thinking for a moment, he decided to tell the truth.

"The elven scouts said that they saw the phantoms of two monsters appearing over the city of Jinthal'Alor…"

"What!?"

Hearing this, the somewhat calm and composed young man could no longer hold back. He grabbed Forstadd's shoulders tightly and asked eagerly.

"What do those two monsters look like? When did they appear? What else did the scouts discover?"

Forstadd looked at the young man's slender, snow-white fingers with suspicion. How could such a beautiful hand burst out with such great strength?

As if sensing something was wrong, Aire quickly retracted his hand and smiled apologetically.

Forstadd rubbed his shoulder blade in pain. The young man just now was like a beast choosing someone to devour, and the hand on his shoulder was like the beast's fangs, fiercely piercing into his flesh.

Looking at the shy young man in front of him with a complex expression, Forstadd found it difficult to connect this slender, beautiful, and weak elven boy with the humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex just now.

"One is a bat, and the other, according to the scout's memory, is a strange creature with bright feathers. It has fine scales, a velociraptor-like head, light green…"

"I understand."

Aire took a deep breath, interrupting Forstadd's description. He already understood what it was.

"What appeared in Jinthal'Alor are the two Loa gods worshiped by the trolls. The bat Loa is called Shirvallah, and the other beast Loa is called… Hakkar."

"Hakkar!?"

Kael'thas and Rommath, who appeared at some point, exclaimed in unison.

"Isn't this our Prince? What brings you to Aerie Peak for sightseeing?"

Hermeet rolled his eyes and said venomously.

"Shut up! Hermeet, His Highness and Archmage Rommath have more important things to do. If His Highness and the Archmage hadn't helped build the permanent portal at the headquarters of the Light of Aire, we would surely lose this war!"

Hermeet curled his lips almost imperceptibly, but still obediently shut his mouth.

Rommath ignored the gossipy Hermeet and continued to ask:

"You just said Hakkar? Has Hakkar really come…"

"Be careful with your words, Rommath."

Kael'thas glared at Rommath sternly, and the Archmage, knowing that he had misspoke, quickly lowered his head.

"It doesn't matter. If I'm not mistaken, this war is already developing in a very unfavorable direction for us."

Aire sighed and sat heavily in the chair behind him.

The others did not dare to interrupt the thinking young man, looked at each other, and waited silently.

After a long time, the young man exhaled a breath of turbid air, and his expression became firm.

"The avatar of the bat god Shirvallah has most likely been devoured by the evil god Hakkar, and my inside man in the Witherbark has probably been killed or captured…

According to the scout's intelligence, the Witherbark and the Revantusk may have already signed some kind of contract, temporarily ceasing hostilities, or…"

The young man scanned the group of high-ranking officials in the room, paused, and then continued:

"Or are united, preparing to eliminate us first."

"Impossible!"

"How is that possible!?"

…Voices of doubt, exclamation, and disbelief sounded one after another, but the young man only frowned and pondered, without intending to speak.

Just when everyone was confused by this blockbuster, Forstadd, who had always been calm and measured, spoke.

"Are you saying… the inside man you planted in the Witherbark betrayed us? Our plan has most likely been exposed, and the Witherbark and the Revantusk temporarily ceasing hostilities is to unite and eliminate us first?"

"That's right, but there is still a doubt that I can't completely determine now."

The beautiful light blue eyes almost shrank into pinholes, and the young man's brain was running rapidly under the effect of hyperthymesia.

"What exactly went wrong? Did Kima really betray me? Or is there another hidden story?"

Even with the BUG-like skill of hyperthymesia, Aire still couldn't find a clue. Helpless, he could only choose the simplest and most reckless method - summoning Heshis and Shadra in advance.

Looking at the sky outside the window, the moon had unknowingly risen in the middle of the sky.

"Let's go, let's see how our old friends are preparing."

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