Azeroth Monster Manual

“Is this heaven? Hermit.”

Aier manipulated his telekinesis, excitedly knocking out a restless tar beast, and without regard for the greasy and dirty tar pool, he strode over in three steps.

“Come and see, my friend, this is a Tar Beast King. Look at its strong arms, its dark little eyes, ah~ it's just too beautiful.”

Aier was now accustomed to using telekinesis instead of Mage Hand. After all, the 0-level Mage Hand cantrip still had a certain casting delay, especially for a manipulator.

But the newly acquired telekinesis was different. The telekinesis was like another hand of his own, not only freely retractable but also as easy to control as an arm.

Coupled with the 8.9 times Fendral High Priest's mental power, the seemingly unremarkable sewer skill suddenly exerted an amazing effect.

“This Tar Beast King has been controlled by my 【Binding Element】. Here, Hermit, you have to carry it well for me.”

“Yes… Lord Aier.”

Nasingwary Hermit's weak voice came, even among the vigorous dwarf race, he was considered a leader among excellent hunters, but at this time, the things on his back were as high as a small mountain.

First, there was the head of a Devil Dinosaur, several times larger than Hermit himself, piled with a series of strange creatures.

Small Winged Drakes, Bloodpetal Sprouts, Dimetrodons, and slimes that dripped unknown mucus from time to time, these monsters and beasts were stacked together in an unscientific arrangement.

Hermit stretched out his right foot, picked up the huge elemental creature on the ground, the Tar Beast King somersaulted 720° in the air, and landed accurately on the 'small mountain' in a beautiful posture, crushing a group of creatures to croak.

“Clap clap clap” Applause sounded.

“What exquisite skill, are you interested in developing in the Darkmoon Circus?”

“Aier… Lord, please… be sure… not to… add… any more… burdens.”

Hermit's face turned red, and his sturdy little short legs trembled and stood up. His whole body trembled, and he finally said this sentence intermittently.

“Okay, okay, I promise… Oh my god, what is that? A Venomhide Ravasaur!”

“Thump”

The sound of a heavy object landing sounded. The overburdened Nasingwary Hermit fell down. He closed his eyes, and a thought flashed in his mind before he fainted:

“This is hell, Holy Light above!”

… …

“Lord Aier, I need some help…”

Hermit Nasingwary, who had always been strong, finally had his back bent by the burden of life, and he looked at Aier as if asking for help.

“What's the problem?”

“I really can't carry it anymore.”

Hermit gasped for breath and piled the heavy 'materials' on the ground, collapsing.

“You don't want me to carry these things, do you?” Aier looked at the dwarf in Sage Mode with a strange expression.

‘Although it doesn't take much effort to use Mage Hand and telekinesis, the collection of materials will be bottlenecked. Let me think.’

“That's right, aren't you a hunter? Wouldn't it be good to tame a Devil Dinosaur as a pack animal?”

Aier punched his palm with his fist and said excitedly.

Hermit Nasingwary: I have an MMP, I don't know if I should say it.

… …

Time passed quietly.

“Lord Aier… is it really feasible?” Hermit asked, carrying the heavy 'materials' with a tangled expression.

Aier confidently turned his head and gave the dwarf behind him an OK gesture.

A huge behemoth, whose size is not inferior to that of a Devil Dinosaur, was lying in the jungle in front of him. It was an old Stegodon.

It was now lying on the ground snoring loudly, and the huge snoring blew the low shrubs at its mouth to pieces. Aier, who was standing a hundred meters away, had already discovered its traces.

“It's you, little baby.”

A series of purple arcane fluctuations flashed, and Aier appeared not far from this behemoth.

“Let me think, the first step… place a Freezing Trap, I don't have a Freezing Trap suitable for such a big lizard, I guess Ice Nova isn't impossible either?”

“NOVA”

Aier released a super-large Ice Nova while talking to himself. The biting ice storm spread around the behemoth. In a short while, the spell froze the large green plants under the Stegodon's feet.

“Next step, turn on Aspect of the Monkey? What a mess, skip it.”

The behemoth roared angrily, but Aier in the distance was unmoved at all and continued to look at Hermit's hunter notes.

“Third step, tame the beast, try to tame a beast and make it your pet… It's too long, just skip it.

Well, let me see, use natural energy to soothe the beast's emotions and establish a spiritual connection… The beast is a hunter's good partner… Hermit, you big idiot, can't you simplify it? Okay, that's it.”

Aier closed the notebook and threw it to the nervous dwarf in the distance, and he began to think.

“Sure enough, animal companions are still not suitable for me, but it's not like there's no solution. Well, let me modify the magic circuit of this spell.”

The freezing effect of Ice Nova slowly cracked and melted as time went by and the behemoth struggled violently. The dwarf nervously picked up his double-barreled shotgun, ready to deal a fatal blow the moment the beast broke free, although he knew it might not work.

Enslave beasts!

“Try this, big guy.”

A light green light enveloped the Stegodon's huge body. After a while, the wild beast let out a wail and lay motionless on the ground.

“It's done!”

Aier walked forward excitedly to check the specific condition of the Stegodon.

Nasingwary Hermit: Am I on the wrong path?

“These messy edges and corners are too time-consuming, let me take care of you.”

Aier snapped his fingers, and a frost blade emitting a cold air appeared in mid-air and slashed towards the huge edges and corners on the Stegodon's back.

In a short while, the hideous and terrifying edges and corners were cut off neatly. Since these edges and corners belonged to the exoskeleton, which was similar to nails, the Stegodon did not feel any pain.

“What are you doing in a daze? Why don't you hurry up and tie the 'materials' to the Stegodon's back?”

Aier looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction while beckoning Hermit to be quick.

Hermit looked at the smooth Stegodon and sighed helplessly: What a bamboo shoot…

… …

“The camp is ahead. The person in charge of the camp is an old acquaintance of our hunting team. I have some friendship with him.”

Aier and Nasingwary had been trekking through this lush primeval jungle for three days and nights. Although there was the obstruction of the mist, they still arrived at their destination - Marshall's Refuge under the guidance of Hermit, an experienced old hunter.

In front of them were two towering hills. On the hillside at the top of the hill were two simple wooden towers used for warning. The enslaved Stegodon had long been overwhelmed and exhausted to death, and had become a new 'material' on Hermit's back.

Hermit: So after all the trouble, it's still me?

Hermit carried the heavy 'materials' and carefully walked on the steep mountain road, with Aier following closely behind. In a short while, the narrow road suddenly opened up.

The noisy voices in the valley were endless. Goblins, gnomes, humans, dwarves, and even tall and strong tauren made Aier's eyes shine.

Saying this is a camp is not as good as saying it is a simple town. There were several inns on the edge of the valley, and the center was the 'business district' here, and the endless stream of adventurers promoted the prosperity of the business.

“Ah, another potential customer.”

A sharp and harsh voice suddenly sounded. Aier turned his head to look, and it was a goblin with a short body and an ugly appearance.

“You must be a big shot. I think you need a fur coat that suits your status. This is a treasure sent by the Gilneas fox hunters…”

“Guest, don't go. Our fur is genuine and honest!”

Aier ignored the chattering goblin and continued to stroll around with interest.

“May the Earth Mother be with you, do you want to take a look at the Barrens' unique woundwort?”

… …

After wandering around like this, the two finally came to the deepest part of Marshall's Refuge.

Willid Marshall and Hermit embraced enthusiastically. Behind him was a dark cave, and two guards dressed as adventurers patrolled the entrance, seemingly guarding something important.

The two exchanged greetings for a while, and Hermit introduced Aier's identity to Willid.

Willid Marshall was immediately shocked, and he said respectfully:

“Lord magister from Quel'Thalas, please forgive my rudeness and poor hospitality. May I ask what you need me to do for you after coming from afar?”

Aier looked at the polite young human in front of him with some surprise.

Hermit seemed to see Aier's doubts and explained: “Willid's ancestors were once lords of Lordaeron.”

“I'm sorry to embarrass you, sir. I came out to make a living after my family declined.”

Speaking of his past, the young man Willid Marshall was a little shy.

“Long story short, I think I need to stay in Un'Goro Crater for a while, and I need a residence where no one will disturb me.”

“It's possible, but…” Willid Marshall said hesitantly.

“I have money.”

“But…”

“I don't care about money.”

PS: During the new book recommendation period, the author shamelessly asks for votes, and bosses who haven't clicked to collect, please click to collect.

Thank you~

When writing about Marshall's Refuge, I suddenly realized that I had forgotten all the tasks I had done more than ten years ago… I quickly opened the game to collect some materials, but found that everything had been changed after the Cataclysm in the official server. I had to go to the nostalgic server and painstakingly ran to Un'Goro Crater to redo the tasks of Marshall's Refuge, which was really too painful…