Azeroth Monster Manual

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Night fell.

Kainar stood in a lush green oak forest, gazing at the distant high walls, lost in thought.

Behind him was a dense crowd of people, young and old, even some underage children; these elves were all unfortunates taken in by the Sarona Workshop.

Like Kainar, these employees undoubtedly held deep grudges against the nobles, who had ruined everything they had.

It was Ayr who gave them a second life, giving them a new place to belong.

It's no exaggeration to say that these people's loyalty is even higher than those of the Royal Guards.

Tonight was a moonless night, even the starlight seemed dim, and everyone silently watched the slender figure.

"Father, John, I hope you can see everything that happens tonight…

Don't worry, this is just a trivial interest. One day, I will make those nobles pay the price they deserve. I will make them pay blood for blood!"

The High Mage's eyes were sharp. With a loud shout, all the elves swarmed out.

"Boom…"

The sturdy high wall was vulnerable under Kainar's magic. People roared and rushed towards the collapsed gap.

The stewards and evil slaves who were still in their dreams were awakened by the violent explosion. By the time they woke up and tried to gather their private army in a panic, it was already too late.

Intense fire elements gathered. Kainar's eyes were icy cold in the reflection of the flames. As the spell ended, the entire farm slowly burned to ashes in the firestorm.

"Ah! Help, someone save me! ?"

"Ah, ah, ah, ah!"

…

Watching those burning figures run frantically like headless flies, Kainar felt a surge of joy in his heart.

"Is this the sweet taste of revenge that the mentor once said?"

Excitedly releasing fireballs everywhere, completely igniting those evil slaves and private soldiers who had managed to escape.

Looking at the blood thistle plantation, which was like a hell on earth, Kainar laughed wildly.

"Hahahaha…"

Laughing, Kainar suddenly choked and knelt on the ground, covering his forehead and eyes. He was afraid, afraid that tears would flow down the corners of his eyes, afraid that those evil slaves who had not completely died would see his embarrassing appearance.

Just as Kainar was immersed in the unbearable past, a dirty hand was placed on his head.

Kainar looked at the boy in front of him in astonishment. The boy had tears in his eyes, but he was smiling happily.

One hand after another was placed on Kainar's body. He stared blankly at the strange and familiar faces in front of him.

These faces, blackened by smoke and fire, were all smiling. Kainar suddenly understood the meaning of his existence.

Seven blood thistle plantations spanning hundreds of miles were burned to ashes overnight. Tens of thousands of private soldiers and thousands of evil slaves of the seven great nobles were all slaughtered by the Sarona family's high-level mages. The bodies of the seven stewards were hung in front of the gates of each noble's residence.

…

"Damn Sarona family, do they really want to stand on the opposite side of all the nobles! ?"

A noble family head roared angrily, smashing all the teacups and snacks on the table.

"It's time to let that ignorant and fearless kid know who the real master of this kingdom is."

Another noble family head said gloomily.

"That's right, even Anasterian has to give us some face. We have been silent for too long. It's time for these fools to feel the XX family's anger!"

"Be careful, although His Majesty has not taken any action on this matter, it is clear that the Sunstrider royal family has formed an alliance with the Sarona family…"

"The council has long been a mere formality under the control of Sarona and Sunstrider. We have made so many concessions, but His Majesty still wants to condone that kid…"

"I propose sanctions against the Sarona family!"

"Seconded"

"Seconded"

"I also second"

"Seconded, but I don't think the action should be too big. After all, Ayr Sarona is not someone to be trifled with. If he really wants to overturn the table, there is nothing we can do. He is the strongest Archmage in Quel'Thalas besides His Majesty."

As soon as these words came out, the originally noisy room suddenly quieted down. Those family heads who clamored to make Ayr look good also wilted like eggplants beaten by frost.

"The Sarona Alchemy Workshop has a great demand for raw materials. Perhaps we can curb them in this regard and make all their industries bankrupt."

"That's right, although the head of the Sarona family is Belovar, it is not a one-man show for their grandfather and grandson. We can bribe some of the Sarona family's collateral lines…"

Several family heads discussed how to sanction the Sarona family, but they never imagined that Ayr came from an era of information explosion, and the young man had already thought of all the conspiracies and tricks they could think of.

That evening, more than a dozen blood thistle plantations were burned down again.

Martin looked at the flickering fire in the distance, feeling a little uneasy. The words that Battalion Commander Barton had told him yesterday were still vivid in his mind, but he was still a little worried. Could these civilians really listen to him?

The next day, the Sarona family's employees came to distribute leaflets again, and the civilians still agreed readily. Barton saw all this, but he became even more anxious.

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His granddaughter had been taken away by Battalion Commander Barton, and he had no worries.

The reason for his anxiety was not that he was greedy for life and afraid of death, but that based on his 2000 years of life experience, the human heart was the most complicated thing, and those civilians were not to be trusted.

He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of delaying the Battalion Commander's plan.

Ayr and Kainar did not float in the air this time, but sat in the conference hall of a branch of the A疣 breeding farm, listening to Barton's report.

"Twenty-eight collateral elders in the family have been bewitched by the seven family heads, such as Daywing, Flamehawk… and are preparing to impeach the family head in the next family meeting…"

Ayr stroked his chin, raised his eyebrows slightly, and showed a knowing look.

"Please continue."

Taking a sip of the Mind Soothing Flower Tea in his cup, the young man leisurely gestured.

"Several families that provide raw materials to the Alchemy Workshop have cancelled their cooperation with us.

The workshop's production line has been forced to stop. According to statistics, we are losing more than 34,000 gold coins a day.

If this continues, we estimate that more than 10,000 orders in our hands will not be completed within the specified time…"

Barton raised his gold-rimmed monocle and said elegantly.

Although he concealed it well, Kainar could still feel the old butler's anxiety.

"Has the compensation been calculated?"

The young man continued to sip the tea in his cup as if nothing had happened.

"Three hundred and seventy-nine thousand eight hundred gold coins…"

Barton wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said hesitantly.

The old butler had experienced a lifetime of ups and downs, and had been entertaining in the upper class on behalf of Belovar for many years, but he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat when he suddenly heard the compensation of nearly 400,000 gold coins. This was the Sarona family's tax revenue for 10 years.

"What about the civilians? What are the civilians doing?"

The young man narrowed his eyes and asked softly.

"Although there were no disturbances from evil slaves and private soldiers, they still threw out the leaflets we distributed to them today."

"Are you sure the nobles didn't send evil slaves and private soldiers today?"

Ayr suddenly sat up and asked seriously.

"I'm sure. The seven great nobles lost tens of thousands of private soldiers yesterday, and they must have been severely injured. The remaining nobles became cautious after seeing the fate of these seven nobles and did not send anyone to collect the leaflets anymore."

Barton said in detail. He didn't know the young man's plan, but as a qualified butler, he knew his position.

"Very good. Today, bring all the mages in the family who can open short-distance teleportation gates. Tonight's fireworks will definitely make this night the most beautiful night in Quel'Thalas."