Azeroth Monster Manual

Rubbing his throbbing temples, Aier surveyed his surroundings.

Intricate and exquisite patterns adorned the gold and crimson ceiling. The young man lay within a transparent crystal coffin, his chest covered with fragrant and vibrant bouquets.

"Is this… the Sunstrider's Spire?"

The youth groaned, attempting to rise, but his fractured limbs rendered him immobile. Sensing the intense pain emanating from his chest, Aier suddenly realized that he had merely been resurrected, and the fatal injuries he had sustained were yet to fully heal.

Recalling that life-or-death struggle, Aier couldn't help but feel a sense of shame and lament.

"It seems that the smooth sailing I've experienced along the way has caused me to lose the most basic reverence and caution towards this world."

The youth lay quietly in the coffin, sensing the meager remnants of several powers within his body.

In the battle against Hersiss, the youth had felt confident of victory even before it began. The reason he suffered such severe injuries, or rather, the reason he and Hersiss perished together, was entirely due to his arrogance and conceit.

Had he been able to summon the Serpent God in a secluded location, Aier could have slowly worn Hersiss down. Instead, he gambled his life for the sake of hundreds of thousands of innocent civilians behind him.

"Mortals are still too fragile. Trying to steal the authority of a god without a resilient body is nothing but a pipe dream. If it weren't for that old dragon this time, this old man would probably have really been done for."

Tirion Fordring and Gul'dan's combined decades of life experience matured Aier's originally youthful mentality once again. At this moment, he had not fully transitioned from the bizarre 'dream' and adjusted his state of mind.

Using the few remaining traces of natural divinity to heal the injuries within his chest, Aier was finally able to sit up after a moment. He tried to retrieve a bottle of Lifebloom Potion from his spatial backpack, only to discover that apart from the robes he was wearing, the spatial backpack had vanished without a trace.

"I wonder how long it's been, and what the situation in Hinterlands is like?"

With a myriad of thoughts swirling in his mind, the youth manipulated his telekinetic powers to levitate into the air.

Surveying the hall that resembled a funeral parlor, the youth couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness. It seemed that everyone believed he was already dead.

"Fortunately, I woke up early. If I had waited a few more days, they probably would have buried me. But thankfully, it seems that not much time has passed since that battle."

The youth floated in the air like a ghost. It wasn't that he didn't want to walk, but the remaining natural divinity within his body was insufficient to transform into enough life force to heal his injuries.

After some consideration, Aier injected all of his faint life force into his chest, healing the damage to his internal organs. However, he was unable to restore his fractured limbs. Helpless, he could only manipulate his telekinetic powers to move.

He skillfully opened the nearby window, and the bright sunlight shone upon his body. Feeling his injuries rapidly recovering, the youth couldn't help but smile slightly.

【Photosynthesis】+ 【Troll Regeneration】 truly are life-saving skills.

Time slowly passed, and the originally near-fatal injuries completely healed in this way.

Opening the doors of the Sunstrider's Spire, the youth warmly yawned as he felt the pouring sunlight.

"I'm back…"

Greeting the spellbreakers lined up neatly at the entrance one by one, Aier walked out of the Sunstrider's Spire as if nothing had happened.

"It's been a long time since I wandered around Silvermoon City. Let me indulge myself this once."

Aier did not return to the Hinterlands immediately. Instead, like a touring old man, he disregarded the panicked shouts behind him and leisurely walked out of the Silvermoon Throne Room.

Just as the youth walked away, the throne room guards who had been standing ramrod straight suddenly erupted in commotion.

"I didn't see wrong, did I? That elf just now…"

"Quickly, inform His Majesty!"

"Quickly, notify Lord Bloodwatcher!"

… …

Curiously surveying the surrounding bustling scene, the children playing in the lively fountain square beamed with innocent smiles. Couples sat on park benches, embracing each other and pouring out their hearts.

Magic brooms could be seen everywhere, swiftly cleaning every corner of the city. Tall, exquisite arcane guardians patrolled the streets, and several elven children even played hide-and-seek around the feet of these large fellows.

But the parents of these elven children were not worried at all, because these large fellows were very gentle.

Aier watched this peaceful scene with great interest, and his heart became incomparably serene. The trauma brought to him by those more than ten years of blood and fire was also being quietly soothed. He already understood what he wanted.

"I understand…"

The youth's face was full of smiles. At this moment, he finally understood Nozdormu's intention, or rather, he finally understood the true intention of that deity.

"May you return as a youth after experiencing all the sails… Thank you, Aman'Thul."

In a distant alien space, at the end of the River of Time, Aman'Thul, who was fighting an unknown existence, suddenly seemed to understand and laughed loudly at his companions.

"That little fellow seems to have become more mature. Khaz'goroth, you have a good disciple."

"Stop talking nonsense, Aman'Thul, they are about to attack!"

Khaz'goroth waved his warhammer, knocking away a creature larger than a star, and complained dissatisfiedly to Aman'Thul.

But the companions beside him clearly felt the joy and gratification revealed in the eyes of this taciturn Titan.

"I just wanted him to experience the six major energy systems in the universe in advance, so that he could adapt to future battles. I didn't expect that the little fellow would suddenly become mature after experiencing two collapsed timelines. In just a few decades, he was actually able to make a…"

"Get out of the way! Aman'Thul, it's a destroyer…"

A female Titan with bronze skin loudly warned Aman'Thul. Before she could finish speaking, a brilliant light appeared above the heads of several Titans… …

… …

Silvermoon Throne Room, Sunstrider's Spire.

Anasterian, Bloodwatcher, Kael'thas, and even the trio and Hemet had all come here. It should be known that the Sunstrider's Spire had not hosted guests of other races for thousands of years.

Bloodwatcher walked to the coffin and tremblingly stroked the fallen bouquet. The originally silent eyes of the Silvermoon Council Speaker rekindled a glimmer of hope, and turbid tears couldn't stop falling to the ground.

Behind him were Hemet, Kael'thas, and his party. These core members of Aier's team were also gaunt and bloodshot, presumably they had not been doing well these past few days.

Anasterian's eyes sparkled, and his heart pounded wildly. If that youth was really… then everything he had planned would have hope again.

Standing beside the crowd was a spellbreaker who had just been on duty. The elite spellbreaker, who was originally energetic and standing ramrod straight, was now somewhat restrained.

He knelt before Anasterian, recounting everything that had just happened.

"Quick… quickly go find Grand Magister Aier!"

What the crowd didn't know was that a world-shattering change was about to occur in the originally peaceful Quel'Thalas, and the cause was just a small blood thistle.

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