Azeroth Monster Manual

Aier roared in his mind, and surging arcane light flashed in the air. Hundreds upon thousands of faint golden chains instantly appeared, binding the three snake heads and massive body of "Ak'mail."

Hethiss truly lived up to his reputation as a Loa worthy of being enshrined in the Zandalari Pantheon. His reaction was incredibly swift. The moment the golden chains materialized, his three grotesque heads rapidly broke free at a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

"Damn mortal! How dare you betray me!"

The venomous and chilling voice of the Serpent God roared. Hethiss did not immediately sever the remaining golden chains on his body, but instead quickly searched for the figure of Wenoxis.

However, even with his nine eyes, he could not find the troll, because Wenoxis had already fled the instant the ritual began, which was also part of the plan.

As a Loa of intermediate divine power, Hethiss now understood what this summoning ritual represented. It was a conspiracy, a conspiracy clearly aimed at him. These damned mortals wanted to commit deicide!

In the ancient history of the trolls, there has always been a tradition of deicide. For example, the Drakkari trolls of a few decades later. These greedy and ignorant savage creatures cruelly murdered all the Loa they worshipped.

Sseratus: the Drakkari Wind Serpent Loa, Xiril'tus: the Drakkari Serpent Loa, Mam'toth: the Mammoth Loa, Quetz'lun: also a Wind Serpent Loa like Sseratus… and so on and so forth. Countless Loa gods suffered at the hands of their once-beloved followers.

Although these events have not yet occurred, in the long history of tens of thousands of years, the trolls' 'feat' of deicide has emerged endlessly. Hethiss deeply understands this point and deeply hates the treacherous behavior of the trolls.

He has been vigilant for countless years. In these endless years, he has also cruelly killed those innocent believers, and the reason for killing these believers was just some unfounded suspicion. This is enough to prove his caution and cunning.

And today, Wenoxis, whom he has always trusted, has actually betrayed him in such a despicable manner. How could this not make him extremely angry? Therefore, he decided to first capture that treacherous betrayer and then completely destroy this land.

Aier obviously didn't know Hethiss's mental journey at this time. Seeing the [Binding Beast] spell being easily dodged, Aier wasn't surprised, because he knew that if he could catch this Loa so easily, then everything he had done would be meaningless.

Just as Hethiss was searching for Wenoxis everywhere, the spells Aier had prepared were already formed.

More than a dozen blazing giant Fireballs floated in the air. Seeming to sense the scorching aura, Hethiss suddenly turned his head, and his nine ferocious vertical pupils stared straight at the direction of the young man.

Although he was aware, it was too late. The Flame Catapults with long fiery wings had already roared towards Hethiss's three heads.

"Boom!"

More than a dozen giant Fireballs exploded almost simultaneously, and the violent explosions and high temperatures instantly engulfed Hethiss's three heads.

Hethiss let out a shrill roar, obviously these giant Fireballs had caused him no small amount of damage.

Aier pressed his advantage. At this time, the young man transformed into a spell turret, and dazzling spells bloomed like fireworks on Hethiss's winding and huge body.

[Icy Veins] activated!

[Arcane Power] activated!

[Runic Matrix] activated!

Taking out Aluneth, which he hadn't used for a long time, the triple buff was activated. Intense arcane fluctuations steamed from the young man's body. As soon as the arcane energy appeared, it distorted the air around Aier, making the young man's figure even more magical.

The three crystalline blue gems of the Aegis of the Kirin Tor began to flicker. This was the effect of the staff's unique spell.

[Aegis of the Kirin Tor Transcendent Trait]: Mana Infusion activated!

[Aegis of the Kirin Tor Transcendent Trait]: Multi-Cast activated!

[Aegis of the Kirin Tor Transcendent Trait]: Rapid Casting activated!

With one layer of enhancement spell after another, the young man's casting frequency and spell intensity rose sharply, which also meant that Hethiss, who possessed intermediate divine power, could only be passively beaten.

Smoke filled the air, dust splashed, and everyone seemed to have come to a world of ice and fire. The air was filled with the stench of burning and the aroma of grilled meat, which came from Hethiss's body.

But no matter how this beast struggled and roared, Aier's continuous spells never stopped. This was thanks to the intelligence attribute brought by Sargeras's Avatar.

Those seemingly insignificant intelligence attributes were an epic-level boost for Aier. They weren't obvious when he was weak, but when he advanced to Archmage, that vast elemental pool became one of the young man's most advantageous and practical trump cards.

… …

Kael'thas and Rommath widened their eyes, their mouths agape, staring incredulously at the battle in the air.

Rommath wiped the saliva that had unknowingly dripped from the corner of his mouth and asked blankly:

"This level of spell power has exceeded the scope of an Archmage, right?"

"Could it be that Instructor Aier… has already reached that realm?"

Kael'thas tried his best to control his facial expressions, but his trembling voice betrayed his excited heart.

"No… impossible, right? Haha… how is that possible? Haha… absolutely impossible!"

Rommath tried his best to deny it, but he didn't realize that he had already lost the most basic judgment. It wasn't that the Archmage was unworthy of his name, but that everything about the young man had already exceeded his understanding.

In his 1500 years of long life, he had traveled the entire continent. Except for Aegwynn, who was rarely seen, he had seen all the named Magisters and Archmages in the Eastern Kingdoms. He even had a brief encounter with the mysterious Council of Tirisfal.

When he was young and vigorous, he had also dueled with many mages, but he had never seen such an outrageous 'spell turret'.

That's right, it was a 'spell turret'. This title might seem a little impolite at first glance, but Rommath clearly understood that this slightly vulgar title was an supreme compliment to a mage.

Because the mages who obtained this title were all those talented mages with deep elemental pools and extremely high spell intensity, and as long as these mages didn't die prematurely, their lower limit would be at least Magister, and those with higher talents might even advance to Archmage in their lifetime.

In battles where mage legions were needed, often only one 'spell turret' was needed to solve the problem. Of course, mages who could win this title were also rare.

As far as Rommath knew, except for the unfathomable 'demigod' Aegwynn, only Lord Anasterian was jokingly called this by the Speaker when he was young, but these were just some unofficial histories. Rommath didn't know Anasterian's true strength.

And today, he personally witnessed the power of the 'spell turret', which was why he was so distraught.

Aier's torrent of spells continued, and Hethiss tried to resist several times, but the powerful and endless spells of various colors were splashed on his body as if they didn't cost money, making him unable to advance an inch.

His huge body writhed restlessly, and the entire training ground was dilapidated under Aier's devastation. Even the people who were originally hiding in the barracks were forced to evacuate by one of Hethiss's sweeping tails.

"Rumble… …"

"Rumble… …"

"Rumble… …"

The trio covered their ears, but their eyes were fixed on their instructor without blinking. Even the collapse of the houses was due to Hemet forcibly pulling them away, which prevented casualties.

"Is this the instructor's true strength?"

Eran murmured.

"It's too exaggerated, it's simply a calamity-level combat power!"

Ansirem rubbed his hands nervously, his expression extremely fanatical.

"But… but…"

Kael'thas was the most sober of the few, and he wasn't as optimistic as his companions.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Hermit dusted off the dirt from his shoulders and hair, and was about to reprimand these three reckless youngsters when he noticed Klein's worried expression.

"Although that beast has many wounds, I wonder if you've noticed that the beast's struggling strength hasn't changed at all from the beginning…

This means that the instructor's spells have only caused some superficial injuries to it, and the instructor's elemental pool will eventually be exhausted, and then…"

After hearing Klein's words, the others couldn't help but look intently, and found that Hershiss's condition was indeed the same as Klein said, and did not show any obvious weakness.

"Damn it, I'm going to help Lord El!"

Hermit said impatiently, only to see him take off his upper garment, and his light gray skin gradually appeared, he was about to transform into the King of the Hill, and step forward to help.

"No!"

The three said in unison, they eagerly surrounded Hermit, and nervously took out their wands.

"Get out of the way, you bastards, Lord El is in danger, you don't help, and you even want to stop me! ?"

Hermit roared, preparing to push the three away and force his way out, but was persuaded by Anselm's words.

"The instructor still has a trump card!"

Everyone looked at Anselm in surprise, Anselm pursed his lips slightly, but continued to say.

"The instructor once privately told me to keep an eye on you guys, and not to act rashly without his instructions, saying that he still has a trump card…"

The scene suddenly quieted down, and an awkward emotion brewed.

Hermit canceled his descent-of-a-god transformation, and retreated with a look of frustration, while the two magisters looked at Anselm with unkind expressions.

"Why didn't the instructor tell me about this?"

"Yes, the instructor didn't tell me either."

The two approached Anselm and asked fiercely.

Anselm didn't panic, but took out a dark golden piece of paper with a smug look on his face and held it in front of the two. This special piece of paper was printed with a conspicuous '正' character and two horizontal lines.

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"See, I have seven points! I think the instructor may think that my ability is more outstanding, after all, I am a man with seven points, you two still need to work hard."

The two took out the same dark golden paper as Anselm with gloomy expressions, but unlike Anselm, the two's papers only had a light blue '正' character and a horizontal line.

Of course, this was all El's point system, ostensibly to allow the apprentices to compete in a healthy manner, and the paper and ink used to record the points were specially made by El, so naturally he was not afraid of the apprentices cheating.

……

After a wave of powerful missile volleys, El stopped the movements in his hands, and looked at the riddled training ground with a click of his tongue. This was the first time he had gone all out since becoming a Grand Magister.

Just as El was triumphantly looking at his 'labor results', a vicious and angry whisper came from the smoke not far away.

"Damn it, Ak'mai's body is still too strong."

El spat, preparing to continue casting spells, but after a while, a grid flashing with emerald green light appeared in his sight.

Just as the young man was wondering what kind of spell this was, this emerald green energy, like a grid, began to expand, and soon covered half of the training ground.

"Sizzle…"

The dilapidated houses, sand, and even those iron instruments made a harsh noise as soon as they came into contact with this green grid, and in the blink of an eye, they melted away, turning into a pool of green liquid.

"Snake… God… The Snake God is angry! Run, run!"

Wenohiss, who was standing behind Forstade at some point, screamed and was about to run out.

Kurdran quickly grabbed him and asked sharply:

"What did you say? Explain it clearly!"

"The Snake God is angry! Run!"

Wenohiss waved his arms randomly, repeating the same words as just now, this timid troll was scared out of his wits.

Forstade stared at the green grid that was about to melt the entire training ground, and said in a deep voice:

"Don't bother with that troll trash, Kurdran… organize the army to evacuate the civilians, this Hershiss is not something we can deal with."

"But Lord El?"

Kurdran carried Wenohiss and said hesitantly.

"Can't take care of so much! The lives of the people are above everything else! I'll watch here, you go and evacuate the civilians!"

Forstade's forehead veins bulged, and he roared rarely.

"I… understand."

After taking a worried look at El floating in the air and Forstade beside him, Kurdran whistled, and after a while, Skarley carried the dwarf and flew to the army stationed on the outermost perimeter.

……

"You mortals are all going to die! Your souls will be annihilated in this endless venom!"

Hershiss roared angrily.

The dense green network was still expanding, and El looked at Hershiss in the grid with some difficulty.

He had tried to attack the beast's main body with spells, but those green grids were too overbearing, these grids would instantly annihilate the spells he released as soon as they came into contact with them.

Looking solemnly at Hershiss who was controlling the grid, El couldn't help but grit his teeth, he understood that these grids were not ordinary energy, but energy condensed from Hershiss's venom and the power of nature, or another way of saying it was more appropriate, Loa power!

But the young man obviously still had a trump card unused, he was going to try it.

[Anti-Magic Field]!

Without casting actions, and without silently chanting spells, this spell was deeply engraved in the young man's seventh-level spell slot, and after many practices, he could already skillfully cast the spell instantly.

El went all out this time, he burned 50% of his mana value! A milky white halo appeared from the young man's body and soon spread out.

The young man spat out a mouthful of blood, even though the Anti-Magic Field had minimized the damage to himself, he still underestimated the depth of his own elemental pool.

What El didn't know was that half of his mana value was already worth more than a dozen Grand Magisters combined.

Looking at his sunken chest and deformed arms, El couldn't help but smile wryly.

The [Anti-Magic Field] that burned 50% of his mana value did not disappoint El's expectations, and easily shattered these Loa powers the moment it came into contact with the green grid, and the milky white halo gradually spread, soon covering the entire Eagle's Nest Mountain.

Everyone trembled as they stared at the spell fluctuations above their heads like a miracle, the milky white halo was still spreading, and soon covered the entire Hinterlands.

The trolls in the Deadwood and Revantusk tribes all stared blankly at the sky, the originally dark sky was lit up, and the milky white halo was like aurora, both beautiful and amazing.

High Priest Hexx frantically felt the solidified voodoo in his body, and the other spellcasters in the Revantusk tribe were the same.

At this moment, all spellcasters in the Hinterlands lost the ability to control spells…

El also looked up at the sky that was as bright as day, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

5 seconds later, as if nothing had happened, the Hinterlands in the night sky regained its tranquility.

Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, an unexpected change occurred!

"You insignificant mortals, do you really think that the power of God is limited to this?"

Hershiss's playful and sinister voice sounded.

The green grid reappeared!

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