Azeroth Monster Manual

Er opened his eyes, and what appeared before him was not the wailing apprentices and close friends, but a scene that was both familiar and strange to him.

It was like a movie theater that never stopped, with blurry light and shadows resembling teleportation portals appearing every ten meters or so.

The boy turned his head, his eyes unfocused as he surveyed the bizarre scene, feeling like a rootless duckweed drifting in a rapid river.

Looking at everything around him, Er's brain couldn't process it for a moment.

"I... where is this?"

He felt no pain, nor the cold and loneliness of impending death.

"No way? Again?"

His translucent body sat up from the river, his chaotic consciousness gradually awakening as he finally remembered where he was.

He recalled everything that had happened in the Caverns of Time five years ago...

Just when Er thought he would see the golden dragon again as before, something unexpected happened.

The river that carried his 'body' suddenly changed course, and the rapid current swept the unprepared boy towards a fragment shimmering with psychedelic light and shadows.

The world spun, and when Er woke up again and unconsciously raised his head, he saw only a sky full of stars, a dazzling array of constellations.

Wanting to get up and check his condition, he found that his body was out of control.

Or rather, it wasn't out of control, but...…

"Fording! Come down for dinner! If you don't come down, I guarantee your father will be angry!"

The young man named Fording lightly jumped down from the top of the castle.

'Is this the legendary God's perspective? Or is that old dragon up to his tricks again?'

As the perspective shifted, Er finally understood that the body he was now inhabiting was that of a young man named Fording, or rather, he was in a kind of God's perspective, observing the life trajectory of this young man.

Er temporarily put aside the doubts and confusion in his heart and began to observe Fording's life.

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Time flew by, and soon it was Fording's adulthood.

After more than ten years of observation, Er had long understood that this Fording was Tirion Fordring from his previous life, and he clearly remembered the life trajectory of this hero.

But he slowly discovered that this world did not seem to be the world he existed in, but another timeline completely different from himself or his previous life.

Because he discovered from some details that there was no Er Salona in this world, as if everything was proceeding according to the original timeline.

Days passed, and Tirion Fordring's parents educated him very well. Er sometimes sighed that in this fantasy world based on the Middle Ages, there were still such kind and understanding noble parents.

Tirion Fordring's father was an Earl, and naturally had his own territory and industry, which allowed Fording's childhood to have a more prosperous life and a more solid basic education.

After so much time, Er no longer had the initial bewilderment and anxiety. He regarded this strange journey as an interesting experiment, and Tirion Fordring was his research material.

Although his body was gone, his hyperthymesia was well preserved. Er divided Fording's first 20 years of life into more than a dozen topics, and these memories were like folders, stored in the memory palace, which could be added or deleted at any time.

Fording, wearing heavy armor and holding a sword in both hands, was training with his father, Lord Tirion.

"Fording, how many times have I told you, keep your lower body steady, look at your calves, and your hips, have you forgotten everything I taught you!"

Lord Tirion struck Fording's calves and knees with the greatsword in his hand, while the young Fording gritted his teeth and stood still without saying a word, letting his father beat him.

With an imperceptible nod, Fording didn't know that his father was already smiling under his full-coverage helmet.

He was very satisfied, very satisfied that his son could become a high-level warrior and a guardian knight of the kingdom at this age.

The two separated and continued the previous training.

"Well, this set of Lordaeron military swordsmanship is very different from Quel'Thalas swordsmanship. Humans pay more attention to chopping and parrying, while elves, due to their physique, focus more on positioning, dodging, and more agile thrusts…

It seems that human swordsmanship is more suitable for me. The moves of Quel'dorei swordsmanship always feel light and floaty."

Er carefully observed Fording's movements, and memorized the experience and moves of the father and son.

He seemed to understand something, but he was also a little suspicious. He had not yet figured out some key nodes.

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Although some details were different, Fording's life trajectory was the same as in his previous life.

Soon, the war broke out. Fording left behind his newborn son and beautiful wife. He responded to the king's call and followed Marshal Lothar to fight against the invaders from another world.

Heavy breathing, blood-stained warhammers, corpses everywhere, this was Fording's daily work and duty.

Exhausted, he returned to his barracks, took off his heavy armor, and without bothering to wash off the blood on his body, Fording fell asleep.

Bored, he recalled the battle just now. If he had a physical body, Er would definitely let out a long yawn. It wasn't that the battle wasn't fierce, nor that Fording wasn't brave enough, but with his current realm, those small-scale battles with low intensity couldn't arouse his interest.

"These orcs just use the same three tricks over and over again, either horizontal strikes or vertical cuts, can't they come up with some new moves?"

Er muttered in his heart. In his previous life, his impression of orcs was that they were brave and tenacious guys, but after coming to this timeline, Er found that those blue-faced and fanged brutes were indeed brave and tenacious, but he didn't know if it was a side effect of the demon blood, but the brains of these big guys didn't seem to work well.

Initially, when facing the orc attacks, it took five human infantrymen to contain these powerful barbarians, but as the war progressed, when humans figured out the orc's fighting habits, it only took two or three human infantrymen to kill an orc warrior.

Er's only gain during this time was understanding the cruelty of war. The battlefield between humans and orcs was like a roaring meat grinder, and only the complete demise of one side could end it all.

This war lasted a very long time, so long that it seemed like it would never end.

On this day, Er saw some things that were both strange and familiar to him.

Death Knights, or rather, low-profile Death Knights.

Gul'dan used an evil ritual to stuff the souls of his warlocks into the bodies of those human knights and warriors who were very powerful in life, thereby transforming them into a kind of undead warrior.

These warriors possessed 80% of their power in life, which was the result of Er's precise calculation through Fording's perspective.

But this was not all of the Death Knight. The most difficult and terrifying thing was that these transformed undead possessed the abilities of warlocks.