Azeroth Monster Manual

Staring at the ever-expanding green grid and feeling the slow recovery of the elemental pool within him, Ayr's mind raced as he began to consider how to win this battle.

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In his mind, Hethiss was just a Loa of medium godhood, while Ayr was about to face the incarnation of this Loa.

Originally, he was eighty percent sure of victory, obtaining the first divine material in his life.

But the problem was that he had underestimated the importance the Serpent God placed on this vessel, Ak'maiir.

Judging from the power of the spells released by Hethiss, Ayr was very certain that Ak'maiir's vessel was infused with a large amount of Loa power from Hethiss's main body.

A quantitative change led to a qualitative change, and this vast Loa power made this battle, which should have been one-sided, unpredictable.

Of course, Ayr could swagger away from here, or wait until Hethiss's power was exhausted before easily defeating him, but this venomous snake was cunning and knew the weaknesses and nature of mortals.

He didn't know that Ayr had the ability to escape, and even if he did, he was certain that Ayr wouldn't leave, because his companions and a large number of civilians were here.

Fosstad took a deep breath, the light in his eyes gradually dimming, and the crowd, who had just relaxed, nervously watched the slowly expanding grid.

"Hang in there, Mentor!"

Kael'thas clenched his fingers tightly, roaring in his heart.

Rommath wanted to advise the prince to stay away from here, but when he saw Kael'thas's firm and hopeful gaze, he couldn't bring himself to say the words.

Hemit took off his shirt again, his body visibly enlarging, and the gray skin unique to the Hill King covered his entire body.

"Hemit! Don't be impulsive!"

The trio thought the old dwarf wanted to join the battle, and they all shouted anxiously.

Hemit didn't respond, just silently stood in front of the crowd, the old dwarf like a resilient mountain, firmly protecting the people behind him.

Everyone opened their mouths wide, looking at this majestic 'mountain' in front of them with complicated expressions.

"Hemit... Mister."

Eland was filled with mixed emotions, not daring to look at the great figure in front of him, the old dwarf's actions made him ashamed.

Kael'thas and Rommath exchanged a glance and nodded.

The two Archmages stepped forward and stood in front of Hemit.

"You two little dwarves, if you don't want to die, stand behind Old Hemit."

The Hill King's muffled voice sounded, but Kael'thas didn't bicker with the old dwarf as usual, but began to chant a spell.

The two Archmages cast spells together, and in less than a moment, a small magic barrier enveloped everyone.

"Hey, you dwarf, hurry up and return to your original state, this barrier is a concentrated type, although it is small, it can better resist magical attacks."

Kael'thas tried his best to control the magic flow of the barrier, while Rommath continuously poured his own magic power into the core lines of the entire spell.

The two Archmages cast spells together, and this concentrated barrier was even stronger than the barrier in the arena last time.

"Stand behind me after you long-ears run out of magic."

Hemit knew that now was not the time to be unreasonable, he listened to the prince's words, returned his body to its original state, and stood behind the two Archmages, ready to take their place at any time.

… …

"Could it be that I have to release the Anti-Magic Field again? But my elemental pool only has less than 60% of its magic power left...

If Hethiss still has the power to continue casting this 'map cannon', then I really don't have the strength to defeat him, if that's the case, the entire Eagle Nest Mountain will be destroyed in this battle..."

The young man stared at the green grid, which was expanding even faster than before, and was anxious but had no way to do anything for a while.

The green grid released by Hethiss this time was obviously much stronger than the first time, and this brutal Serpent God had obviously poured more Loa power into this spell.

Soon this 'Net of Death' came to Kael'thas and the others.

'Chī chī chī…'

The light purple arcane barrier made a harsh friction sound as soon as it came into contact with the grid, accompanied by an extremely foul odor.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, the Archmage's protective barrier could withstand this green net.

The green net was still expanding, and the protective barrier was constantly retreating like a large bowl upside down on the ground. In a short while, everyone retreated to the edge of the Hammerfell Fortress.

"Your Highness! Let's go! I can't hold on anymore!"

Feeling that three-quarters of the elemental pool in his body evaporated in an instant, Rommath finally showed a panicked expression on his face.

"You control the core lines, I will inject mana."

Kael'thas gritted his teeth and said, the prince's upper limit was obviously higher than Rommath's, which also meant that his mana value was more abundant.

But facing this green net, the prince's mana value began to drain rapidly, and in just over ten seconds, most of the elemental pool was consumed.

"We'll help you"

Just when the two were about to despair, three firm voices came from behind them.

The trio fully transported the magic power in their bodies, and the originally turbulent magic barrier finally became stable again under this newly injected energy, and the speed of backward expansion gradually slowed down.

"Damn ants, you dirty reptiles! The Serpent God's wrath will obliterate this land, your pathetic souls will be gradually devoured by my venom, and you will be eternally silent here!"

Hethiss's hysterical and sinister hiss rang out from the center of the green net. At the moment the sound rang out, the green energy obviously became more concentrated, and the speed of the grid's expansion became faster.

"Although I haven't tested it yet, I can't care so much!"

Ayr glanced at the struggling crowd out of the corner of his eye, his heart hardened, and he decided to end this battle at all costs.

The Freedom Ward was raised high, and the young man kept uttering incomprehensible syllables. If Anasterian were here, he would be surprised to find that the spells chanted by the young man were neither Thalassian nor Darnassian, but a more complex and ancient language.

Ever since Ayr obtained Kaz'goroth's 'legacy', he had been constantly researching it, and never gave up even in his busy work. In every quiet night, he read the classics, and relying on the few words he heard in Kaz'goroth's secret room and laboratory, he successfully translated those individual sentences. That's right, it was Titan language.

Ayr was very distressed. Although with [Hypermnesia], he successfully learned more than a hundred individual words in Titan language, but due to the lack of information obtained, (Ungoro Crater chapter, Titan secret room and stone guardian plus some Titan language heard or seen on the Crystal Tower)

But these incomplete paragraphs of words could not deduce the complete Titan language.

It is said that Norgannon is the origin of all magic, and the natives of Azeroth who first learned magic were the Kaldorei (Night Elves).

Kaldorei magic is both powerful and crude. Backed by the Well of Eternity, the powerful Well of Eternity not only gave them a longer life than ordinary intelligent creatures, but also gave these long-lived species an endless stream of magic.

Although they are pioneers, the Well of Eternity is both a gift and a curse. The powerful Well of Eternity, in a sense, limits the Kaldorei's innovation and imagination.

After tens of thousands of years of evolution, the Quel'dorei took over the banner of their predecessors and promoted magic. Compared to their predecessors, the Quel'dorei's development and utilization rate of magic was more perfect, which also meant that Azeroth entered a new era.

But as the saying goes, mortals think, and the gods laugh. Even after tens of thousands of years of development and innovation, mortal magic cannot be compared with the Titans, or rather, cannot be compared with Titan creations. This has nothing to do with power.

Ayr understood that it was not that mortal wisdom was small and pathetic, but that they were wrong from the beginning, because they did not open the most critical key to magic - Titan language.

After research, he found that Titan language had a higher utilization rate of magic, and even the 'magic loss rate' summarized by his predecessors became ridiculous, because Ayr tried to use those scattered words to piece together spells, and the result was that the magic released in Titan language was more powerful, and the magic loss rate was 0.

That's right, the magic loss rate was 0. If those Quel'Thalas old scholars heard this conclusion, then the entire mage world would definitely be completely crazy.

But Titan language has a fatal flaw, or rather, mortals have a fatal flaw, they don't have a strong shell.

Because Titan language is a higher-dimensional language, even if mortals master this language similar to an edict, they cannot use it, because mortals' fragile bodies cannot withstand the ravages of the law.

… …

Cold sweat broke out on the young man's forehead, and his aura weakened by one point for every word he uttered. It wasn't that there was something wrong with the spell, but that the young man's body had an irreparable shortcoming.

Titan language is the language of the gods. If mortals try to master this language, they will definitely pay an unimaginable price. Although Ayr has an inhuman physique after years of 'plucking wool', compared to those Titan creations that are either stone or steel, his body is obviously too weak.

The fair and delicate face was dyed purplish-red by the bursting capillaries, and the golden hair turned into a snow-white color, which was a symbol of extremely shortened lifespan.

The originally sunken chest became soft and collapsed, and Ayr knew that all the ribs in his chest were broken, his arms and legs were twisted into a twist, and the originally vigorous life aura gradually became weak.

Contrary to his ferocious appearance, the young man's heart was filled with peace, devoid of joy or sorrow. He had entered a state of clarity. His shortened lifespan, severed limbs, mangled face, and chest that resembled a pot of porridge—none of these could affect him.

Feeling his still-beating heart and the arcane power that had unknowingly vanished, a smile appeared on Al's lips. Was this man already insane?

[Deep Freeze...]

As the last syllable fell, the young man plummeted from the sky like a rag doll.

Standing within the barrier, everyone watched in despair as the man fell. The lingering echoes of the spell still rang in their ears, yet the young man had already perished here. What a cruel irony.

"Ah!"

Hermit's eyes turned bloodshot as he roared and transformed into the Mountain King. Before anyone could react, he turned into a red hurricane and charged out.

The epic warrior's unique skill, [Charge], was activated.

He had to go in and save the young man who had once saved him. If that young man's life was extinguished, what meaning would his own existence have?

As soon as his pale gray skin touched the dense green grid, a series of harsh 'sizzle' sounds erupted. The green net gradually corroded his skin, but Hermit seemed oblivious, stubbornly pushing forward against the grid with both hands like a wild bull.

A miracle occurred. The old dwarf actually managed to halt the expansion of the green net with his own strength.

"Hermit, come back!"

Vostad shouted loudly, but Hermit paid no attention, single-mindedly pushing forward.

"Aaaaaaah!"

Whether it was sadness or anger, or both, the old dwarf roared furiously and continued forward.

Even as his hands gradually disappeared under the erosion of the grid, Hermit refused to retreat a single step. When his hands were gone, he used his arms to push against it. When his forearms disappeared, he used his shoulders.

Kael'thas stopped casting. Ignoring Rommath's unspoken pleas, he walked behind the old dwarf.

"A true warrior always faces a bleak life with courage. Don't try to dissuade me. I don't want to be a coward for the rest of my life."

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At this moment, Kael'thas was no longer hesitant and indecisive as he had been in the past. He was not like a prince at this moment, but more like a warrior, a warrior who would go forward despite facing thousands of people.

Rommath gave a self-deprecating smile, the joints of his hands cracking as he clenched them.

"I've been underestimated..."

'When did I become so cautious? And when did I become so mercenary and worldly?

Why am I not happy even though I have become a Grand Magister? Why do I now recall the youthful days when I traveled with companions?'

The Grand Magister lowered his head and walked forward slowly. His mind was like a slideshow, with everything that had happened in the past 1,500 years vividly displayed. Even those forgotten memories reappeared in his mind.

'That's right, why am I doing such stupid and reckless things now, but there is no hesitation or fear in my heart, only endless anger and sadness?'

Rommath continued walking, tears silently falling from the corners of his eyes. He didn't remember when he had last cried, but he knew that his heart was broken...

The glimmer of dawn he had just seen, the new ideas he had just encountered, the great quotes he had just revered, and that magical man who made people willing to follow him...

All of them disappeared, all of them disappeared...

The Grand Magister vented his emotions, the tears evaporating in the fiery ball in his hand.

One fireball after another was thrown towards Hess, but they all turned into plumes of steam and disappeared.

But Rommath mechanically and relentlessly chanted the spells.

...

The trio collapsed on the ground, watching helplessly as Hermit and Kael'thas charged ahead, but there was nothing they could do.

Eran pounded the ground, roaring with unwillingness.

And Ansems, who had always been known for his absolute rationality, was now in tears.

Just as his companions were falling, Kalen miraculously stood up.

He waved to his companions with a smile and joined the charging ranks.

"He... he drank that Lifebloom Potion!"

Ansems stared blankly at his close friend who was resolutely charging forward. He knew that the timid and cowardly companion had disappeared. Kalen was worthy of the name Kirin Tor, worthy of the name Al's apprentice...

Vostad looked at the Elves and humans who were 'going to their deaths' with disbelief, his heart churning.

He didn't understand what kind of magic that young man possessed, why these people, who could be considered important figures in various factions, could gather together and accompany him to their deaths without hesitation. Among them was even the only crown prince of Quel'Thalas.

A glistening light flashed in Vostad's eyes. He knew that those 'big shots' were not stupid, nor were they fools. They were just gathered together for the same lofty ideal.

At this moment, he witnessed an epic, no, a legend...

The thunderous roar suddenly stopped, and the frenzied Hermit suddenly sobered up. In his Heaven's Descent state, he actually felt a trace of coldness.

"The wind is rising..."

Kael'thas, with bloodshot eyes, reached out a hand, and snowflakes fell into his palm.

The whistling north wind swept through the entire Aerie Peak, and the lake-like venom on the training ground began to freeze, forming a pool of turquoise ice in an instant.

Just as everyone was immersed in anger and sadness, it actually began to snow in the sky. It should be noted that this was Hinterlands in October, and the maple leaves on the maple trees had not completely turned yellow. Why was it snowing in the sky?

"Master! It's Master's magic!"

Kalen shouted excitedly with a hint of sadness. Ignoring the green grid close at hand, he shouted loudly.

As if in response to Kalen's words, the temperature of the entire training ground began to drop sharply. The green grids that were constantly dissolving the old dwarf's body actually froze into ice under the blowing of a cold wind.

"Get out of here! This place is about to be frozen!"

"But Lord Al is still inside!"

"Idiot! Only by living well can we personally kill that long worm!"

Kael'thas's words awakened everyone. Everyone reluctantly took one last look at the direction the young man had fallen before passing through the portal opened by Kael'thas.

...

"What is this! No! What have you ants done! I will destroy you! Destroy this pathetic wor..."

Hess's angry roar echoed in the air, but everyone had already left.

The whistling cold wind completely engulfed Hess.

...

Five hours later, everyone returned to Aerie Peak with the Wildhammer dwarves' army.

The originally exotic Aerie Peak was now completely a world of ice and snow. The whistling cold wind had stopped, but the extremely low temperature still made everyone shiver.

Vostad and Kurdran looked at the frozen Wildhammer fortress with tears in their eyes, wanting to say something, but when they saw the ashen-faced prince and Hermit and his party, they tactfully closed their mouths.

Hermit's two forearms and half of his shoulder had long since disappeared, but the old dwarf still struggled to return to this sad place. He was not reconciled. He would not give up until he personally saw the young man's body.

The originally rugged mountain roads were all covered with frost, which also made it difficult for the entire army to advance. Under the persuasion of the trio, Kurdran finally decided to let the army go to appease the civilians before resting in place.

Fortunately, Vostad commanded properly this time, and there were no casualties among the civilians and the army, but the towns and cities near Aerie Peak were all affected...

The cities were frozen, and the crops that had not yet been harvested were all frozen into specimens. This was also the reason why Kurdran and Vostad were heartbroken.

Everyone continued to walk, and the further they went, the more shocked they became.

Looking at the snow and ice castle that looked like a fairy tale world, the mages couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.

'Is this really the destruction that mortals can cause? Even the demigod Aegwynn is only so-so, right?'

Finally, arriving at the training ground, everyone stared dumbfounded at the huge figure frozen in the distance.

That's right, this Loa's avatar was dead...

A hint of fear was revealed in Hess's three pairs of vicious eyes. The ice sculpture preserved this point well, which shows how frightened this beast was before its death.

Hermit had no time to admire this ice sculpture. He looked around for Al's figure.

Finally, in a protruding snowdrift, he found the young man.

"Al... Lord"

Hermit stared blankly at Al, who was sleeping with his eyes closed. A smile appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth. At this moment, he was like a prince cursed by the queen, forever sealed in this small ice 'coffin'.

The old dwarf wanted to beat this hard ice and rescue the young man from this cruel fate, but he was afraid that too much force would smash the corpse in the ice coffin.

"Let me do it..."

Kael'thas, with bloodshot eyes, walked behind Hermit and gently patted the dwarf's other half of his intact shoulder.

From the prince's haggard expression, it could be seen that he had just cried...

...

The young man's body appeared in front of everyone. Kael'thas took out a banner engraved with the Silvermoon royal family's unique flag, wrapped the young man's body, and carried it horizontally.

Everyone silently gathered behind Kael'thas and walked into the distance...

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