Azeroth Monster Manual

Eir stood in the forest, the hunting wind rustling his robes and hair. The golden afterglow shone on his flawless, white face, making him appear even more otherworldly…

The boy simply watched as the sun slowly descended into its resting place, the sky gradually darkening. He knew that the final judgment was about to arrive.

Kainar stood behind the boy, pacing back and forth anxiously.

“Master, will they really come?”

He unconsciously rubbed the tip of his nose, a habit he had developed over many years.

The boy simply looked at the sea of clouds before him, without saying a word.

Time slowly passed until the last trace of azure in the sky was dyed pitch black. Eir finally turned around and said softly:

“Barton's old guard and the family's mid-to-high-level mages have begun to assemble. Tonight, those commoners may come, but they may also not come…”

Gazing at the boundless wilderness before him, the boy sighed almost imperceptibly:

“My apprentice, you must understand that even if your plan is perfect, it cannot be 100% successful. Do you know why?”

Kainar followed his master's gaze, looking at the dreamlike scenery before him.

Six hundred years of time, he was already tired of the scenery of his hometown, but for some reason, it seemed even more alluring tonight.

“Is it because of people's hearts…”

Kainar recalled the bits and pieces that had happened in the past two days and suddenly realized something.

“So, whenever you encounter a situation that requires a decision, it's best not to put all your chips on people's hearts, because they are very likely to make you lose everything…”

Looking at the somewhat lonely boy, Kainar felt a pang of heartache for some reason. What had this only 17-year-old boy experienced to be able to say such profound words?

“Master, what are we going to…”

“All we can do is wait. If we can't make those noble groups bow their heads this time, if we can't awaken the entire lower class of Quel'Thalas, then if we want to overthrow this corrupt system in the future, we can only wait until we are truly strong countless years later, but we don't have much time left…”

“Master…”

Kainar didn't know what Eir meant by 'not much time left', but when he heard Eir's 'treasonous' words, Kainar felt a moment of absurdity, shock, and excitement. He had never understood why his master would go to such great lengths to incite the people for just a small Blood Thistle.

Kainar had been pondering this question. With his master's power, he could completely and brutally destroy hundreds of plantations and order these nobles not to plant Blood Thistle in the future. Although this method would have great consequences, with his master's power and strength, it would only take a wave of his hand.

Afterward, he could just send some scraps and leftovers from the alchemy workshop to those bloodthirsty hyenas, and the matter would be settled, without affecting the operation of his own family and alchemy workshop as it does now.

…

Martin wore a set of old ranger leather armor. The worn leather armor clearly didn't fit his thin body. At this time, he was carrying a long oak bow that had just been oiled, and he sat quietly in his small courtyard, holding a spear in his hand.

From time to time, rustling sounds came from the small courtyard. This was Martin sharpening his spear. These weapons, like their master, were old and dated, all antiques with a thousand-year history.

But Martin took good care of them. These weapons represented that unforgettable period a thousand years ago. Whenever he stroked his bow and spear, that sealed memory would flood into his mind. These were Martin's few moments of leisure, and they were also the only two things he couldn't let go of.

“I'm sorry, Jennifer, Grandpa may not be able to wait until the day you put on your wedding dress…”

Martin muttered to himself.

He limped out of the room and looked at the silent village. He shouted loudly:

“Blood for blood!”

The old and hoarse voice resounded throughout the entire village, and even the two people in the forest heard the movement here.

“Blood for blood!”

Old Martin raised the flag he had prepared in advance.

The gold and red flag swayed in the air. This was the elves' favorite color scheme, but the elegant Salas language now seemed particularly ferocious, only because the four characters 'Blood for Blood' were painted in bright red paint on the golden flag.

“Blood for blood!”

Martin continued to shout as he came to the door of a commoner's house, but only a flurry of panicked exclamations sounded from the room before it calmed down again.

Martin waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for the door to open, but he didn't blame this family.

This commoner family usually took good care of him. When he went hunting, they often invited Jennifer to his house for dinner.

But Martin knew that this was also a bitter person. The head of the household's son was captured by the nobles and sold to Blood Thistle. Those damned nobles hid dozens of Blood Thistle pills in his body. This strong young man eventually died in pain, only because the Blood Thistle pills wrapped in thin metal pierced his stomach on the bumpy road.

Martin clearly remembered how painful this elf who had lost his only child was at the funeral that day.

“Blood for blood!”

He staggered to the next house. This time, there wasn't even a slight movement from the door. Martin sighed, moved his steps, and walked into the distance.

This family was an elderly couple, even older than himself. Martin knew that he had no reason to let this couple risk their lives. This couple hadn't seen their daughter who was serving in the army for almost five hundred years, and they were waiting to reunite with her.

Martin didn't give up, but his voice became more and more hoarse, and his steps gradually became staggering.

“Blood for blood!”

Martin walked to the last house with dim eyes, his voice already extremely hoarse.

“It's okay, don't I still have myself…”

Martin muttered and walked towards the entrance of the village, which was a Blood Thistle plantation of a great noble a hundred miles away. Even if there was no one behind him, there was still himself.

Just as Martin was about to walk out of the village entrance, the door next to him suddenly opened with a 'creak'.

An elven child wearing a wok on his head and several thick cotton clothes walked out. The bloated boy was holding a fish-cutting knife and a cutting board made of solid wood in his hand. This little guy walked towards Martin.

“Uncle Martin, are you going to find those bad guys to take revenge?”

The little boy's voice trembled a little. Although he tried his best to hide it, Martin could still see his fear and fear.

“Kalen, go back!”

Martin pointed to the door that the little boy had just walked out of and said sternly.

“No, I also want to find those bad guys to take revenge like Uncle Martin. Kalen is not afraid. Kalen is already a man.”

Looking at the little boy who was sticking his neck out and staring at him stubbornly, Martin had a moment of trance. He remembered his former son.

Martin patiently squatted down and took off the wok on the boy's head. The boy's two slender, long ears suddenly popped out. Martin looked at this scene with amusement, but he didn't say anything.

“Kalen, uncle may not be able to come back this time. Please take care of Jennifer. After all, you are the only man in the village.”

Martin looked at the dark distance, stroking the boy's warm little head while saying gently.

“Uncle, will you die?”

“Every elf will die…”

“Does it hurt a lot when you die?”

“Of course, so little Kalen must not die with uncle, after all, you are the only one left in your family. Your parents are watching you in the sky. If you die, they will definitely be very sad.”

The little boy hesitated and took two steps back, then, as if thinking of something, he stuck his neck out again and came to Martin. The little boy's face was flushed, but he still stubbornly said:

“Kalen is not afraid of pain, and he is not afraid of death. If mom and dad see Kalen being so brave, they will definitely be very happy. I want to go with Uncle Martin to fight those bad noble bastards!”

The smile on Martin's face suddenly froze, and his dry eyes gradually moistened. He staggered to his feet and laboriously picked up the little boy.

“Okay, Kalen is a man. Uncle will take you to fight those bad noble bastards.”

“That's great!”

The little boy hugged Martin's neck and cheered excitedly.

But after a moment, the cheering stopped abruptly, the little boy's eyes turned white, and he fainted.

“I'm sorry, kid…”

Martin put away his palm, hugged Kalen horizontally in his arms, and limped towards the boy's home.

Looking at the dilapidated house, Martin sighed, put the little boy on the bed, and embarked on the road of revenge again.

…

Martin took a reluctant look at the village where he once lived and stopped lingering, staggering into the distance.

At this moment, a vague sound came from the village.

“Blood for blood!”

Martin froze in place, and it took a long time to recover.

“I'm useless when I'm old. I must have heard it wrong.”

He smiled self-deprecatingly and prepared to continue moving forward.

“Blood for blood!”

Martin froze again, but he didn't dare to look back. He was afraid that those voices were just his imagination.

“Blood for blood!”

The sound became louder and louder, and more and more loud.

“Blood for blood!”

“Blood for blood!”

…

Voices, some old, some young, converged into a torrent behind Martin. He turned stiffly, his eyes instantly reddening as he looked at the village, illuminated like daytime by countless torches.

"You…"

The previously closed doors were now wide open. Old people, children, men, women—Martin even vaguely saw the elderly couple among them. All were shouting 'Blood for blood!' with all their might, brandishing burning torches as they advanced towards Martin.

"Uncle Martin, we're here!"

"That's right, today we'll make those vampires pay for their blood debts!"

"I want to avenge my husband!"

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"I want to avenge my daughter!"

"Blood for blood!"

… …

Martin listened to the waves of noisy voices from the crowd, a warmth spreading in his heart.

Just as the commoners were preparing to embark on the path of revenge with their courage and blood, Ayr and Kael emerged silently from the darkness.

As the two blurry figures gradually became clearer, the commoners were all stunned, then erupted in incredulous shouts:

"That's… Lord Ayr!"

"It's Lord Ayr! It really is Lord Ayr!"

"Is Lord Ayr going to lead us to take revenge on those nobles?"

"But Lord Ayr's family… …"

"Shut up, you fool…"

Listening to the voices of worship and doubt, Ayr simply smiled and remained silent. He nodded to the helpless Martin and then winked at Kael.

Kael understood and stepped forward, saying loudly:

"Everyone, be quiet!"

The clamorous commoners finally quieted down.

"We're here this time to lead everyone in destroying all the blood thistle plantations in Quel'Thalas!"

"Whoa…"

The originally quiet crowd became noisy again after hearing this.

"You only need to raise your torches and ignite those filthy blood thistles. You don't need to worry about anything else because Instructor Ayr is everyone's strongest support!"

After a moment of silence, the crowd erupted in huge cheers.

"Long live!"

"Long live Lord Ayr!"

"Long live the Sarona family!"

"Make those nobles pay for their blood debts!"

… …

Ayr smiled as he looked at everything before him. He knew he had finally succeeded. These commoners had awakened. As long as the Sarona family existed, the nobles of Quel'Thalas would never be able to control these commoners like cattle and sheep again.

The young man hadn't laid a finger on a single noble, but he had dug away a large chunk of the nobles' foundation. Without the people's forbearance, these baring-their-teeth and brandishing-their-claws nobles were nothing more than paper tigers.

Ayr had a hundred ways to slowly kill these beasts without fangs. Yes, slowly kill them. He wanted to squeeze out the last bit of value from the noble group until this kingdom could bloom with new light again.

Kael was equally excited as he looked at the cheering people before him. He finally understood the instructor's good intentions. To change this almost decaying kingdom, one couldn't use a quick fix or start from the top, because 80% of the reason for this country's decay came from the nobles (the top).

Because human nature is like this, what they fear most is not having nothing, but losing what they have gained. So, having tasted the sweetness, they won't easily spit out the fat meat in their mouths.

So, the only thing that can be changed is the largest group in this country—the commoners. Kael thought excitedly, 'Is this what the instructor once said, 'A single spark can start a prairie fire?'

… …

Led by Ayr, the crowd passed through one portal after another. They threw the torches in their hands fiercely into the blood thistle plantations, venting the anger in their hearts and savoring the sweet taste of revenge. These people had been suppressed for too long.

Watching the plantations burst into flames, Ayr casually pinned a steward who was trying to escape to the ground, listening idly to the steward's painful wails before death.

This was the sixteenth plantation he had burned down. Although everything was going smoothly so far, he still had a layer of worry in his heart.

He wasn't afraid of these commoners reverting to their original state. A wolf that has eaten meat will never become a dog again. This is an unchanging truth.

These women, children, and old people, even if they didn't have a trace of combat power, would be very useful to him in the future.

If tonight's events were successful, then the entire lower-class population of Quel'Thalas would sing Ayr's name, praise the Sarona family's benevolence, and everything that happened in Quel'Thalas would have nowhere to hide. Even if a few rats were missing from the sewers, he believed those commoners would truthfully report it to the Sarona family. Such a huge intelligence network was something Ayr hadn't dared to imagine before.

There were too many constraints: the Sunstrider royal family, the nobles, and his own strength.

But now, these were all easily solved. The Sarona family would usher in a huge wave of development, and this kingdom would gradually change under his subtle influence.

"Of course, my Sarona family."

A mocking smile appeared on the corner of Ayr's mouth. He knew that too many hyenas were eyeing him, but when would a lion fear the siege of hyenas? Moreover, he wasn't a lion, but a 'local dragon'.

The reason for his worry was that Ayr wasn't sure if he was the only one in the entire Eversong Woods whose call had been answered by the commoners he led.

"I wonder how Barton is doing."

He casually flicked the flames from his fingertips. The pure white flames were like snowflakes constantly dancing. The 'snowflakes' lightly landed on the roof of a luxurious manor. After a few breaths, the originally magnificent manor didn't even leave behind rubble, turning into ashes that scattered with the wind… …

This was the twentieth blood thistle plantation that Ayr had burned down, but for the hundreds of large and small blood thistle plantations, it was just a drop in the bucket.

Kael protected the elderly couple and quickly left, but the two spirited old people clamored to continue.

Just as Ayr was about to lead these hundreds of commoners away, a vague sound in the distance suddenly made him stop.

"Instructor, what's wrong?"

"Shh! Do you hear anything?"

The young man's slender, snow-white ears twitched amusingly.

The sound gradually became clearer, and even the elderly couple that Kael was holding could hear it.

"Blood for blood!"

"Blood for blood!"

… …

The commoners looked around in confusion, but couldn't find the source of the sound. Kael was so excited that he almost jumped up. He said excitedly to Ayr:

"It's Barton, it's in Barton's direction!"

The young man smiled slightly and didn't answer, just continued to listen.

Sounds gradually came from the east, then from the west, and then from the south, until shouts of 'Blood for blood' faintly came from all directions.

Tears flowed down the old face, but Martin didn't notice. He thought of the battle a thousand years ago, when the rangers' arrows had run out, and the companions beside him raised their spears and charged unswervingly towards the Amani trolls' main force, shouting.

"For Quel'Thalas…"

"A single spark can start a prairie fire…"

Two elves of different ages and different directions but with the same will shouted in their hearts. At this moment, the spirits of two eras converged into an unstoppable torrent of steel… …

PS: 5000-word combined chapter

In order to prove that the author isn't padding the word count, some of the longer PS content will be placed in the author's notes from now on, so as not to waste the lords' Qidian coins.

PS: Everything that appears in the text has no connection with reality and has no preachy meaning. It just wants to express a spirit…

Kael's pit will be filled in no more than two chapters, including some of the protagonist's basic setup and some things that must be written.

Speaking of which, the author actually wants to make each supporting character fuller and not so stereotypical. The Kael chapter not only involves some future foreshadowing but also Kael's growth process as a small person.

After the Kael chapter is completed, it will fast forward to the troll war in Hinterlands. The troll war will not be particularly long, and it is expected to end in 30-40 chapters. It also involves the protagonist's basic setup. After all, there are still so many Loa to dissect and study, right? New abilities and new skills given by the brain domain development that haven't appeared for a long time will be slowly presented in the new chapter.

Some lords want to see the plot after the Black Gate, no problem, at most 80-100 chapters. This book has already written 40+ chapters, but it's actually just the beginning. After all, the protagonist hasn't yet stepped onto the stage of the times, competing with those heroes (villains) and changing history.

The book's performance is very poor, there's nothing to wash, so I won't say much about it. Lords with opinions can speak up actively so that the author knows where he is lacking and can slowly hone his writing and thinking.

Thank you very much.