Azeroth Monster Manual

"Are you willing to follow me?"

The young man gently caressed Natasha's beautiful face. This woman had a slender body covered in scars, but her face remained beautiful.

The reason the woman's face was meticulously made up was because her beastly father clearly had even darker plans.

But El still could see faint bruises beneath the thick layer of foundation on the woman's face.

"I am willing!"

Natasha didn't hesitate in the slightest. Even returning to hell wouldn't be worse than her previous life, would it?

Besides, this young man had a pleasant scent that could soothe her scarred heart.

Adding to that, the young man had personally helped her to kill that demon. These reasons were enough for her to sell everything she had to this strange young man.

"Hmm, what was that beast's name again? Don't misunderstand, I just have some things to do."

"XXX, his name is XXX. I know all of his dirty dealings and evidence of him damaging the family's interests. Do you need me to write it down and read it in front of all the family members?"

This woman was like a block of ice; even her voice lacked warmth. But El didn't care. He only valued this 'avenger's' talent.

"I'll only ask you one question. Have all the male members of your branch family violated you?"

The young man's question was sharp, but he had to do it. He wanted to completely sever this beast-like woman's past.

Natasha didn't speak, only nodded lightly. There was no fear, no panic, not even the most basic physiological reaction (trembling). This woman was already accustomed to a hellish life and clearly wouldn't care about such 'light' verbal harm.

"Very good. Kenel, you have a new task. Slaughter all of XXX's collateral bloodline, leaving no one alive!"

Kenel silently nodded, not asking any further questions. He felt that his mentor's decision was correct. This woman was in hell, and those 'family members' who could have saved her chose to stand by and even intensified her suffering, causing her to fall even deeper…

"El, have you really thought this through?"

Belovar, who had been watching the whole farce, finally spoke. His grandson had already reached the limit of what he could tolerate.

"Their veins flow with the blood of the Salona family. You should understand…"

"I'm sorry, Grandpa, you should rest for a while."

Before the young man's words finished, his body had already turned into a blur. In less than a breath, he had arrived five yards away from Belovar.

In that split second, time seemed to freeze. The dragonhawk flying outside the window, the whispering family members in the conference hall, and Belovar were no exception.

But the Archmage was still an Archmage. Even trapped in the time stop that contained the power of time, his eyes could still move.

While everything was frozen, El walked towards Belovar like a sluggish sloth, with great difficulty.

"3…"

"2…"

"1…"

The flow of time resumed. No one except Belovar and El noticed that their time had been reduced by three seconds.

The young man and the old man stared at each other silently, but if one looked closely, they would find that Belovar's eyes had turned pure white, and his entire spirit had completely disappeared, just like Macken had looked earlier.

"Grandpa, you're tired. Go back and get some sleep. After a sleep, all of this will be over."

The young man silently opened the teleportation gate to Belovar's mage tower. Belovar staggered towards the teleportation gate like a puppet being controlled.

The faint purple glow disappeared along with the teleportation gate. El wiped the sweat from his forehead. Those short three seconds had consumed 80% of his stamina and all of his time power, but he didn't regret it; instead, he was somewhat gleeful.

"I now have the strength to instantly kill an Archmage. No, no, my spirit is still too weak. I have to find Archbishop Faol in Lordaeron when I have time. He is the priest with the strongest spirit in the entire Eastern Kingdoms. But, the Archbishop is probably not an adult yet…"

With the increase in the Monster Compendium, El had also successfully broken through the 60% brain development barrier during the public class in Dalaran a few months ago, which allowed him to successfully obtain a brand-new skill - [Mental Judgment].

[Mental Judgment]: The caster must be no more than 3 yards away from the target and look directly into the target's eyes. When the conditions are met, Mental Judgment will be activated, consuming 10% of mental power…

If the host's spirit is higher than the target's, the target will be mind-controlled for 24 hours.

(Note: Mind control cannot be dispelled and the mind control effect can be actively removed.) If the judgment fails, there will be a backlash, and the host's mental power will be permanently -10%. Cooldown time: 5 hours

This skill had all sorts of constraints and flaws, but undeniably, as long as his spirit was strong enough, everything in the world would become El's puppet, except for creatures without eyes, of course.

El hadn't been able to experiment with this skill. One reason was that the tense situation in Hinterlands made him completely forget about it, and the second was that there was no suitable candidate, until he developed the combination technique of Time Stop and Mental Judgment, that he suddenly wanted to find a strong enough opponent to test it out.

Belovar seemed to have actively crashed into the young man's gun, allowing El to complete the amazing achievement of instantly killing a legend.

"Shhh, you didn't see anything, understand?"

The young man bowed slightly, raised his index finger and put it to his lips.

The conference room was eerily quiet. The family members who had witnessed El's instant kill of a legend all stared at him dumbfounded, and they had collectively lost their voices.

Throughout Quel'Thalas's more than 4,000-year history, they had never seen such a powerful man, capable of instantly killing a Legend. Wouldn't that mean the Saronar family…

Some astute individuals had already started their mental engines, thinking about how to brown-nose this newly promoted 'Head of the Family'.

Indeed, every Saronar member who witnessed the interrogation had only one thought in mind:

“With Aier Saronar's existence, how could the family not prosper? Why fear the revenge of those noble groups that don't even have a Grand Magister? No matter what, we must tie Aier to this old Saronar war chariot, even if it means having Belovar step down…”

If Aier knew that these compatriots had such "unconventional" ideas, he would definitely give each of them two slaps. Although his action of controlling Belovar just now was somewhat rebellious, he hadn't thought of asking his own grandfather to abdicate the throne.

“Kainel? Are you bewitched? Why haven't you carried out the order yet? The members of the Natasha family are all devils. We have no obligation or responsibility to raise a group of hypocritical fellows. Except for infants, all bystanders are guilty. Bring back all their heads and hang them in front of the family's residence…”

The family members below all took a step back, their bodies trembling and shivering.

Just for the sake of a woman, he was going to slaughter an entire branch family. This was not the gentle and refined young man in the rumors. This was simply the executioner, meat grinder, and blood-handed butcher that the nobles had fabricated. Eh? What exactly does 'blood-handed butcher' mean? Although I don't understand, it feels very impressive.

“What about you? Are you willing to expose the evil deeds of your fathers and elders and become new directors and elders?”

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Aier inadvertently glanced at the 26 'knights' huddled behind him, and then remembered that things were not finished yet.

Unexpectedly, the 'knights' who had been stubborn all nodded like chickens pecking rice, agreeing hastily. Some even grabbed the paper and pen on the table and started writing "accusation letters" on the spot.

“Quite sensible. It seems that the purge of the Natasha branch has deterred these playboy sons of nobles.”

In fact, Aier's guess was not accurate. Although the purge of the Natasha branch could deter some people, what made these usually rebellious 'proud sons of heaven' submit was actually the scene of him instantly controlling Belovar to enter the teleportation portal.

Imagine, even a Grand Magister could be controlled by this big shot. Wouldn't controlling them, these small fries, be as easy as controlling McKen? The big shot gives you a chance, you have to work hard, otherwise you are just ungrateful.

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, the moon was in the middle of the sky. Those family members who were relatively innocent were expelled, and the 'knights' who signed the pledge were told to make the manuscript look better.

Aier rubbed his forehead wearily and leaned back on the chair, his whole body limp.

This day of wits and courage had exhausted his energy.

He waved his hand lazily, and Kainel quickly walked up to the young man, listening attentively.

Aier had already stuffed his plans into Kainel's head. At this time, he was just reminding him of some social intricacies.

Don't look at Kainel being over 600 years old, but compared to Aier, he was like a newborn baby. This made Aier spend a lot of effort to give him a trace of 'social habits'.

“You are the intelligence director I have personally appointed. No matter what the collateral and direct family members say, you don't have to pay attention to it. You should communicate more with Grandpa and Barton.

If there is anything you don't know or are unclear about, don't be afraid of losing face. Ask a few more times. Also, you must control those second generations who have just become new directors to death. These sons of rats fear power but not virtue. If they don't listen, beat them, beat them hard!

I see that your realm has been somewhat loose recently, and you should be about to reach the level of Grand Magister. This bottle of Sunwell water is for you. If you break through, you must go to Grandpa's mage tower…”

Kainel knelt on one knee in front of the young man with tears in his eyes, and took the golden bottle from Aier's hand.

He was clearly only a 17-year-old boy, but he had always taught himself how to stand in this world like a strict father, teaching himself to grow, teaching himself to become a strong and useful person, instead of a seemingly glamorous person, but in fact, a coward who was not even as good as the most ordinary worker in the A-Yao breeding farm.

“It's not like we'll never see each other again? Milhouse, that crybaby, is stronger than you. Get out of here!”

Aier punched Kainel hard on the shoulder. Kainel grinned, his eyes red, and covered the shoulder blade that the young man had punched. This time it wasn't because of emotion, but because it really hurt.

Kainel had always been curious about what kind of creature the beautiful elf in front of him was. Why was his power stronger than that brute Hermit?

“By the way, don't try to be brave if anything happens. Nothing is more important than your life. If you can't beat them, just run away. It's not shameful.”

“I know…”

Kainel didn't look back, just silently said. But the young man knew that tears were already streaming down that handsome face.

“This guy…”

Aier smiled self-deprecatingly and sighed in his heart that his companions seemed to be gathering more and more.

“Let's go, Natasha, let's go home.”

The young man, ignoring the woman's resistant expression, grabbed one of her palms and walked towards the teleportation portal that emitted a faint purple light.

“Hinterlands, I hope these Loa won't disappoint me too much…”

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