Azeroth Monster Manual

In the vast forest of Lin Hai, magical maple trees in hues of gold and red swayed in the wind. The young man gently stroked the warm trunk of a tree, a touch of melancholy in his eyes.

“The de Raxil family has received its due retribution, but I still want to say I'm sorry…”

The maple tree seemed to understand his feelings, rustling softly in the breeze as if to comfort him, telling him not to be sad.

“Give my regards to the spirits of nature. I will return.”

Casting one last, lingering look at the breathtaking beauty of the Eversong Woods behind him, the young man walked towards the distance.

…

“Kener, I don't need your help with the Hinterlands for the time being. Focus on the new intelligence department in Tarren Mill. If there's anything you don't understand, consult Barton. If you encounter anything particularly tricky, don't be reckless and notify me immediately.”

“For Quel'Thalas!”

Kener said excitedly, one hand over his chest. Was he the most foolish and useless of his mentor's apprentices?

He never expected his mentor to trust him so much, entrusting even the most important intelligence department to him. How could he not be thrilled?

‘I will definitely not let my mentor down!’

Reluctantly watching the young man's back, Kener secretly vowed in his heart.

Aier urgently chanted the incantation, impatient to leave.

The reason for his hasty departure, even before completing the subsequent arrangements, was because he had just received a magical image from Kael'thas…

The situation in the Hinterlands had completely deteriorated. Bad news had come from Jintha'Alor and Zul'Mashar. The mage legions and ranger legions were already on standby at the front lines, leaving only civilians and women to guard Aerie Peak.

“Young Master! Young Master!”

Watching the old butler running towards him, panting, Aier reluctantly stopped the incantation.

“What is it? Grandpa Barton, is there something important?”

Aier tried to calm his anxious emotions, trying his best to appear composed.

His heart had already flown to the Hinterlands, the most important link in his plan, which must not be lost.

He had already wasted too much time here, to the point where the situation in the Hinterlands was gradually spiraling out of control, becoming increasingly chaotic.

Kener thoughtfully helped the panting Barton up. After a moment of recovery, the old butler said:

“The master wants you to return immediately. Several council members and elders from the family's side branches are planning to jointly impeach you and expel you from the Sarronar family!”

The old butler's tone was quite urgent, which made Aier, who was already very anxious, even more frustrated.

‘Do these rats in the gutter have to line up to die?’

A visible shadow fell over his handsome face, and the young man's expression became increasingly unkind. Kener, who knew Aier's temperament well, knew that some people were going to suffer.

“Heh, very well, then let me see how these pillars of the family plan to expel a grand magister! Kener, let's go. It's a good opportunity to let these so-called elders and council members get to know our new head of intelligence!”

Aier laughed in anger. With a flick of his sleeves, he strode towards the family's estate.

Barton looked at the young man's back with some worry, wanting to say something but Kener stopped him by grabbing his arm.

“Lord Barton, don't worry. The mentor isn't someone who doesn't know what he's doing. He will definitely handle this well.”

Barton: …Why do I feel even more nervous after you say that?

…

The ancient surname of Sarronar can be traced back tens of thousands of years. The Sarronar family once held a place among the high elves who held immense power.

When Dath'Remar Sunstrider led a group of high elves to find a new home where they could freely study magic, the ancestors of Sarronar resolutely decided to follow Dath'Remar eastward and made great contributions.

This laid a solid foundation for the Sarronar family's prosperity and immortality for four thousand years.

There is even a saying that Baron Sangunair, the favorite in His Majesty's court, is from a branch of the Sarronar family, which indirectly proves the Sarronar family's prosperity and flourishing.

The young man's pace seemed slow, but in reality, each step covered several times the distance of an ordinary person, allowing him to quickly arrive at the Sarronar family's estate.

The grand and magnificent castle seemed no different from the residences of ordinary nobles, but upon closer inspection, one would be surprised to discover that this ancient, even decaying, castle contained hidden mysteries.

A misty aura emanated from the cyan bricks, and the entire castle was built from this by-product of magical ore. This type of stone could no longer be measured by mere money.

The simple, brown gate exuded a refreshing and charming fragrance. If someone knowledgeable were here, they would realize that this gate was not simple either, because the material of the gate came from the trunk of Quel'Thalas's mother tree, "Light of the Forest - Satha'ral".

Imagine, the Windrunner family's heirloom, Thas'dorah, only used a branch from the mother tree, and it was held in their hands and revered as a treasure for generations.

But the Sarronar family was extravagant enough to use the trunk of the mother tree to make a gate, so real, and so ironic.

Stroking the 'Satha'ral' that had long lost its vitality, the anger in his heart not only did not diminish in the slightest, but instead began to burn fiercely.

Although he was already on the verge of exploding, the young man's delicate face, as cold as frost, had already returned to calmness, even with a hint of a faint smile.

‘I was planning to deal with these useless fools after finishing the matter in the Hinterlands. I didn't expect you to come to my door yourselves. Very good, I'll settle the old and new scores together, which will save me a lot of effort.’

There should have been guards stationed at the gate of the estate, but today, for some reason, the formerly neatly arranged family guards were nowhere to be seen.

With a disdainful snort, the young man slowly walked towards the automatically opening gate.

…

“Although Aier Sarronar is a Grand Magister, he has already offended all the nobles of Quel'Thalas…”

“If the family continues to protect him, then our proud surname will silently disappear into the long river of history. I swear, that day will not be too far away.”

A middle-aged elf said in a deep voice, his low voice possessing a power that made people believe him. After hearing this elf's words, the dense crowd of Sarronar family members below all began to whisper among themselves.

“Silence.”

Belovar sat at the head of the table, the Speaker's eyelids drooping as if he were about to fall asleep.

But just this light sentence, as if casting a spell, silenced all the family members below.

“Gerrit, watch your words. A Grand Magister of the kingdom, no matter what, is not someone that a small family council member like you can criticize.”

Belovar's relaxed eyelids instantly lifted, and his green eyes shot out a sharp, cold light, staring directly at the council member named Gerrit.

“I… I…”

Gerrit's ordinary face turned red, and the veins on his forehead throbbed. But Belovar's words made it impossible for him to refute, and he could only look at an old man in the side seat, frantically winking.

“Ahem, Belovar, don't be so impulsive. We're all family, isn't there anything we can't talk about? Don't you think?”

An elderly elf with silver hair and a silver beard, sitting in the side seat, said with a smile.

Judging from the fact that he called Belovar by his name, his status seemed to be higher than that of the council member named Gerrit.

Belovar ignored him, only glancing at him sideways before continuing to close his eyes and rest.

Seeing that Belovar had no reaction, the silver-haired old man, acting as a peacemaker, thought that his persuasion had worked, and continued to speak even more aggressively:

The Salronas are already the most prominent family under the Sunstrider royalty. Our ancestors had a saying: a tree that grows too well isn't necessarily a good thing. It will block the sunlight and attract the attention of the foresters (a tall tree catches the wind), leading to thinning (lumberjacks regularly cut down some old trees to allow new trees to grow better).

I know that young man, Aier. He's your grandson, so naturally he's outstanding.

But now he has offended almost all the nobles in Silvermoon City. Coupled with the Sunstrider royalty's ambiguous attitude, don't you understand? This is His Majesty the Sun King's plan of using tigers to devour wolves. His Majesty fears that the emergence of two Grand Magisters in the Salrona family will threaten the rule of the Sunstrider Dynasty, so he pretends not to know, deliberately setting us against all the nobles.

Once we fight each other and both sides are hurt, His Majesty will come forward to mediate between us and reap the benefits... But why should we bear such a tragic end? What did the Salrona family do wrong? Just because your grandson is a Grand Magister, does the whole family have to pay for his recklessness?

Gerrit is young and inevitably impetuous. How about I take him to apologize to you?

But don't blame me for speaking bluntly. Although Gerrit's words are somewhat crude, they are true.

How about this, let's compromise and each take a step back. We will provide your grandson with the resources he needs, like Sanguinar, and let him go out and start his own family.

This way, we can maintain the Salrona family's current prosperity and influence in the Silvermoon Council, and also gain the loyalty of an affiliated family.

It's like moving from the left hand to the right. In the end, we still share the same blood, we are still one family.

In this way, the family's strength will not only not be lost, but also resolve the nobles' grievances. Why not do it?

I'm not forcing you. I'm thinking about the future of the family. You must think carefully. Don't do stupid things because of your grandson. After all, you are the only Grand Magister left in the Salrona family..."

The old man's words were both conciliatory and forceful, hiding needles in cotton, subtly changing concepts. Everything that should and shouldn't be said was said by him, and he also occupied the moral high ground, using the future of the family as a bargaining chip to coerce Belovar.

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The family members below all nodded in agreement after hearing the old man's words. What he said was reasonable, well-founded, and hard not to convince them.

Although the old man's words were undeniably ruthless and sophisticated, his opponent was the Silvermoon Speaker who had dominated the political arena for thousands of years.

Belovar snorted disdainfully and was about to retort.

"Creak..."

After a grating sound, the door of the conference hall opened automatically.

The young man's extremely handsome face stunned everyone in the conference hall for a long time before they reacted.

The entire conference hall became noisy again, and the family members all became excited.

Although Aier had never returned to the family's residence, his legendary deeds had spread far and wide. Every time they heard someone praising Aier, they, as members of the Salrona family, felt even more honored.

Seeing the person in question arrive, Gerrit and the silver-haired elder were clearly stunned. The elder even shrank his neck, looking incredulous.

'Damn spies, didn't they say Aier Salrona had already left? Just a little bit more, just a little bit more, and I would have been able to persuade that old thing Belovar to kick his grandson out!'

The silver-haired elder's face was ashen, and the unwillingness in his heart churned.

"Continue, didn't an elder just say something quite energetically? Why did you stop talking as soon as I arrived?"

The uninvited young man casually pulled up an elf sitting in a seat and sat down in her place.

The red-faced female elf didn't know if she was angry or excited, but from the two twisting, snow-white thighs, it could be seen that perhaps it was neither?

"Excuse me, beautiful lady, could you pour me a glass of Moonglow Vintage? Of course, if you have Mindfocus Tea, that would be even better."

The young man said with a slightly teasing tone, elegantly holding up the female elf's tender white hand.

"Ye...yes..."

The female elf trembled all over, like a robot, waddling to get the wine.

"Excuse me, where were you just talking about? Can you let me listen? After all, I'm very interested in some stories of the seniors."

The young man rubbed his smooth chin, his lips slightly raised, and said playfully.

"Ah, I'm dead..."

"Keira, Keira, what's wrong, Keira?"

The young elf held a female compatriot who had just fainted and shouted anxiously.

The young man rubbed his nose helplessly. Did his first attempt to show off end in failure? Alas, this damn, nowhere-to-put charm.

"Thank you."

Taking the Mindfocus Tea that the female elf had brewed for him, Aier smiled slightly at her, revealing his snow-white eight teeth.

"Ah, I'm dead..."

The female elf trembled for a while before falling to the ground.

Aier: ...

Belovar: ...

Everyone: ...

Silver-haired elder and Gerrit: It fell down before any force used?

...

Looking at the group of starry-eyed direct female relatives and collateral female relatives below, Aier quickly put away his smile. If he continued to flirt, he would really be 404'd. After all, orthopedics is not easy to get along with these days.

The silver-haired elder's face was incomparable, but he was like a mute. The family elder, who was just eloquent, suddenly went out after seeing Aier.

"Um, what was this elder's name again?"

"Guahardo, young master. This is the honorary elder established by the family on Sunstrider Isle, Sir Guahardo Salrona."

The old butler Barton, who was late, stood up straight and said elegantly in the most authentic 'Silvermoon accent'.

"Oh, Old Crow, got it, then what about this one?"

Kainael suppressed his laughter and turned around. He was afraid of laughing out loud on this important occasion. In Salas language, "Crow" is similar to the first syllable of Guahardo, but combined with the context, it is basically impossible to spell it wrong.

"The mentor's homophonic puns are becoming more and more superb."

Kainael turned his back to everyone and carefully took out a small notebook from the inner pocket of his robe, quickly writing something. Not only Kainael, but even the two Grand Magisters, Kael'thas and Rommath, had developed this little habit, taking it out to write a few sentences when they had nothing to do.

The reason is also very simple:

"The mentor is already so hardworking, we can't slack off either"

— Apprentices

There was a moment of silence in the conference room. After a few breaths, someone couldn't help it and laughed out loud.

"Pfft..."

"Haha"

"Hahaha..."

......

It was like opening a bad head. The originally serious and even somewhat heavy atmosphere was suddenly ignited, and the entire conference room became an ocean of joy.

"Shut up! You bastards, is this your attitude towards the elders!"

Guahardo stuck his neck out, his old face flushed purple.

Aier looked playfully at the so-called family giant, fearing that he would not be able to catch his breath all of a sudden. If that were the case, then the subsequent plot would be too boring.

PS: Chapter 1, 4000 words

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