Azeroth Monster Manual

After three days of fermentation, the originally resistant populace underwent a 180° reversal, and began to frantically pursue the Truth Gazette.

Azeroth, resembling the Middle Ages, lacked diverse entertainment options, and the emergence of the Truth Gazette disrupted this pattern.

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Early in the morning, a queue formed outside the only newsstand in Silvermoon City, everyone there to purchase the Truth Gazette.

The common greeting also changed from "Have you eaten?" to "Have you read it yet?"

"George, did you read the newspaper the day before yesterday? The Yangfan Port Authority not only purged the port of murlocs, but actually issued a public apology in the newspaper, compensating those merchants with a considerable amount of gold coins."

"That's nothing. Yesterday's front page gave me a shock. The Sarona Alchemy Workshop actually terminated its contract with the Silvermoon City suppliers.

The Sarona family instead partnered with the Kingdom of Lordaeron in the south. I'm puzzled, why does Master Aier want those uncouth humans to earn our Quel'dorei's gold coins? Aren't those nobles, no matter how unbearable, still our compatriots?"

"Shhh!"

The elven commoner quickly covered his companion's mouth, whispering:

"Are you courting death? Don't you know about the cleansing operation three days ago? It was blah blah blah…

The nobles united together, but were still slaughtered by Master Aier, losing 60,000 private soldiers, blah blah blah…

The nobles, fearing Master Aier's power, set obstacles, halting the supply of raw materials to the Sarona Alchemy Workshop, hoping to make Master Aier yield, blah blah blah…

Unexpectedly, to prevent those nobles from jumping the wall like a cornered dog, Master Aier had already secretly reached an agreement with King Terenas of Lordaeron, blah blah blah…"

"Oh, oh, oh, so that's how it is. These filthy nobles deserve to die. Master Aier is truly the savior of the people. I've decided, I'll go to the headquarters of the Truth Gazette tomorrow to submit my resume and become Master Aier's right-hand man."

"Hey, hey, hey, did you drink fake wine? You're really dreaming big!"

…

The streets and alleys were filled with the sounds of people discussing, and the subject of their discussions was undoubtedly the Truth Gazette.

The emergence of the Truth Gazette not only enriched the common people's after-dinner conversations, but also greatly increased their knowledge.

For example, the murloc riot in Yangfan Port. If it hadn't been for the Truth Gazette's exposé, with Quel'Thalas's bloated and sluggish bureaucratic system, this matter would likely not have been resolved for a year and a half, or even end without a conclusion.

The innocent fishermen and merchants would never have been able to recover their losses in their lifetime.

…

The newsstand owner opened the door with a "creak", but he regretted it as soon as he opened it a crack, because the crowded people outside didn't give him any time to react and instantly surged in.

"Boss! Give me one… no, two copies of the Truth Gazette!"

"Damn it, stop pushing! My magic wand fell!"

"Huh? Where's the boss? Has anyone seen the boss?"

…

After a period of chaos, the newsstand owner struggled to get up, looking at the dense array of shoe prints on his chest and arms, and the small pits made by high heels, the bloated newsstand owner almost cried out.

Just as he was silently sobbing, the fat boss inadvertently saw the cash box on the table. This one look was all it took, and the fat boss, who had been crying his heart out, was instantly stunned. The copper coins overflowing from the cash box almost blinded him.

The fat boss's family had been running this newsstand for generations. The newsstand generally sold fashion magazines written by freelance writers and knight novels that bards voluntarily consigned here, and besides these, there was only the monthly Silvermoon Magic Newspaper.

This was also the newsstand's main source of income.

Just when the fat boss thought he was going to live a poor and uninteresting life like his long-dead father, the goddess of fortune extended her olive branch.

A few days ago, a rustic villager found him and asked him if he wanted to sell newspapers from the Truth Gazette.

The fat boss, who was originally prepared to drive the villager out, was immediately amazed by just one glance at the newspaper's front page, and immediately made a decision to cooperate with him.

What the fat boss didn't know was that he was the first and only newsstand owner in Silvermoon City willing to sell the Truth Gazette.

With a try-it-and-see attitude, the fat boss only took in 200 copies of the newspaper on the first day to test the waters, but to his surprise, not a single one of those 200 copies was sold.

He was very frustrated, but the fat boss was an elf with a spirit of contract, and also an elf who stuck to his principles. The next day, he hid it from his wife and gritted his teeth to take in another 200 copies of the Truth Gazette.

It wasn't until the crazed crowd rushed into the newsstand just now, snatching away all the Truth Gazettes from yesterday and today, that he suddenly realized that he seemed to have become the only newsstand owner in Silvermoon City cooperating with the Truth Gazette.

"Mom, we're going to get rich…"

The chubby fat boss hugged the cash box, crying and laughing.

"Bang!"

The fat boss was startled by the sudden noise and fell off his seat, the copper coins in the cash box scattering all over the ground.

"Hey, you rude commoner, give this young lady a copy… a copy… a copy…"

"Young lady, it's the Truth Gazette."

"Right, that Truth Gazette or whatever, give me a copy."

Along with two crisp voices, a shiny gold coin was thrown into his arms.

The fat boss hadn't recovered from the shock just now when he saw two charming female elves standing outside the door.

Even though he was well-traveled, he had never seen such beautiful women.

The girl standing in front had beautiful golden, wavy hair. A pair of captivating, fox-like eyes on her gorgeous oval face were glaring at her with anger.

The narrow corners of her eyes turned upwards, and her light blue eyes exuded a bewitching aura.

Below her straight nose were a pair of bright red lips, making people unable to resist the urge to bite them.

This elf, called "Young Lady", could overwhelm the beauty of the crowd even in Quel'Thalas, a place known for producing handsome men and beautiful women.

The fat boss couldn't help but have this thought in his mind.

"Is it good-looking?"

"Young Lady" stepped on a pair of red high heels, and the texture of the skin could be clearly seen on her beautiful, fair instep.

Her straight calves were exposed, and her full, slender, snow-white thighs were faintly visible under her blood-red dress. She wore a red dress that looked expensive, but the dress, which should have been pure, looked extraordinarily sexy on her.

"Is it good-looking?"

"Young Lady" leaned closer to the fat boss and asked again.

Her voice was crisp with a hint of a low tone that ordinary women didn't have, which gave "Young Lady's" voice a male magnetism and female softness, making it extremely pleasant to hear.

"Goo… good-looking."

The fat boss blankly raised his head, looking at "Young Lady's" pair of bulging breasts.

At this moment, the fat boss felt like he was in love again.

"If it's good-looking, then why don't you get me the newspaper! You dirty! Sordid pig! If you look again, I'll throw you into that… that… that…"

"The Arujo Pig Farm, Young Lady."

The sweet voice behind her whispered softly in the Young Lady's ear.

"Yes! If you, you dirty pig, don't get me the newspaper, I'll throw you into the Arujo Pig Farm to feed the pigs!"

The Young Lady grabbed the fat boss's ear and said fiercely.

Fat Boss: Is there such a good thing?

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, I know I was wrong, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please let me go, I'll get you the newspaper right away."

The fat boss wailed in pain, while touching his long ears, which were obviously swollen, repeatedly begging for mercy.

'I thought she was a famous lady from some big family, but I didn't expect her to be a violent woman.'

"What did you say, you fat bastard!?"

The Young Lady was like a cat whose fur had been ruffled, and was about to grab the fat boss's ears, but the girl beside her suddenly grabbed her forearm.

"Young Lady, you've already delayed too much time. If this continues, His Majesty will definitely be angry."

The Young Lady took the newspaper that the boss took out of the drawer in a huff. This newspaper was kept by the fat boss for his own reading, but he didn't expect it to 'save' his life today.

After making a threatening gesture at the fat boss, the Young Lady led the girl beside her out of the newsstand's door.

"His Majesty, huh? If you can get an audience with His Majesty, then I'll lose weight tomorrow."

The fat boss said to himself in a sarcastic tone, but when he saw the gold coin lying on the ground, he smiled again.

"I wonder which nouveau riche's little lover came to the royal city to show off again, hehe, but the more of these suckers, the better. If there are two more, I'll be able to buy my mother her favorite Sarona brand perfume."

…

"Lola, if you hadn't stopped me just now, I would have 'hehe huha'! Swollen that pig's nose, let him know how powerful I am!"

The Young Lady stretched out her delicate little fist and waved it randomly. She made sound effects as she did "Wang Ba Quan" (a messy, unskilled fighting style).

If these actions were done on a big man, it would definitely be very funny.

But when the Young Lady made such childish moves, coupled with her gorgeous and sexy appearance, there was actually a kind of contrasting beauty.

"Yes, yes, yes, you are a noble Sunstrider, how could that newsstand owner be your opponent."

Lola looked at the Young Lady, who was lost in her own fantasy, and perfunctorily replied.

Lola was the Young Lady's personal maid. Although her appearance was not as exquisite and beautiful as the Young Lady's, she was still charming and lovable.

…

Silvermoon City, Sunfury Spire.

The eldest miss was kneeling on one knee beneath the throne, with none of her usual fiery temper.

At this moment, she resembled a frightened little animal, her entire body trembling, solely because of the unattainable figure on the throne.

"Lianda, do you know how long I've waited for you? Two months, a full two months!"

Anasterian sat upon the throne, stroking the Quel'dorei golden staff in his hand, his face covered in frost.

"I... I'm sorry, Your... Your Majesty."

The eldest miss said tremulously, tears about to fall from her beautiful and pitiful face.

"Forget it, I can temporarily overlook your disobedience, but I need you to do something. If this matter succeeds, I will grant you everything you desire, even... even anoint you as the Grand Princess of the Sunstriders..."

Lianda's trembling body suddenly froze. She raised her head in disbelief, her sorrowful eyes instantly erupting with astonishing brilliance.

"Yes, you have a beautiful face, that's good, very good. I didn't expect that after 300 years, you've grown into a graceful young woman."

Anasterian looked at Lianda's exquisite face, saying with great satisfaction.

Lianda merely stared blankly ahead, still immersed in immense joy, not yet having regained her senses.

"Heh, still an ambitious one. Never mind, there are no more suitable candidates. I can't stand those old, faded women from the side branches. They even have the nerve to vie to offer themselves as bed companions to that brat, Aier..."

The Sun King grumbled inwardly, but a kind smile appeared on his face.

"Lianda, come forward."

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Coming back to her senses, the eldest miss hurriedly took two small steps, arriving before the Sun King's throne.

"I order you to go to the Hinterlands, to Aier Salronas's side, to devote yourself to him, to make him fall hopelessly in love with you. Can you do it?"

Upon hearing the Sun King's words, the eldest miss was struck as if by lightning, her body unsteady as she knelt on the ground.

"Hmm? You seem less than pleased with my decree?"

Anasterian raised an eyebrow slightly, looking displeased at the distracted Lianda.

'Countless elves throughout Silvermoon City are seeking a way to spend a night with that brat, yet this fool is still dissatisfied?'

"No... No."

Lianda returned to her pitiful, tearful appearance, as if she had suffered a great grievance.

"Hmph! Change your clothes, rest for the night, and depart tomorrow. Remember, Lianda, if you cannot complete my task, your branch's surname may have to be changed..."

Casually tossing down an exquisite and ornate small crown, Anasterian turned and left with a displeased expression.

It wasn't that he hadn't considered replacing this reluctant member of the collateral line.

But Anasterian thought again, that brat might just like this kind of temperament?

...

Lianda picked up the crown that had fallen to the ground. The small crown was clearly of a feminine style, its hollowed-out patterns and the delicate diamonds radiating a brilliant light undoubtedly captivating the beautiful woman, making her deeply infatuated.

Lianda gazed adoringly at the crown in her hand, but as if thinking of something, she hurriedly threw the crown to the ground like a hot potato.

"No... I can't, I can't marry a man I've never met."

"How old is he? A thousand years or two thousand years? All the commoners along the way call him Master Aier.

It's over, it's over, it's over... Could that Aier Salronas be an elderly old man nearing the end of his life?

I'm still so young, so beautiful, so rich... Wuwuwu, that Master Aier must be an old antique from the same generation as the Sun King.

After he dies, he won't make me be buried with him, will he!? Wuwuwu, I'm so beautiful, I can't die..."

Lianda buried her face in her proud breasts, crying sadly. Before long, the chest of her beautiful red dress was soaked with the girl's tears.

After a long while, perhaps having cried enough, Lianda raised her tear-streaked, pitifully beautiful face, unconsciously looking at the crown at her feet.

After struggling for a long time, the girl bit her lip tightly, finally making a decision.

"Father, I will definitely complete your mission and return our line to the Sunstrider lineage!"

With difficulty, she picked up the crown at her feet and slowly placed it upon her golden, wavy hair.

Lianda took out a small mirror from her bag and examined her appearance.

The girl knelt on the ground like this, looking at her tear-streaked face in the mirror, forcing herself to smile.

Lianda cried and laughed like this for a while, even though she didn't know what kind of tragedy awaited her ahead, she finally accepted her fate.

...

Serena took off her [Stormweave Robes] and put on the plain robe she had prepared.

Handing the [Stormweave Robes] and the standard staff to Sandra, whose face was ashen, Serena waved her hand and was about to leave.

"You need to think clearly, it won't be so easy to come back after you leave this time!"

Sandra Sunstrider shouted from behind.

But the girl just coolly waved her small hand and continued walking out.

"Do you know the young master of the Flameweaver family? He's about to break through to the Archmage realm at such a young age, and he's quite handsome. Why don't you two meet?"

Sandra continued unwillingly.

The girl stopped, but didn't turn around.

Sandra thought she had caught her niece's attention and excitedly made a "yeah" gesture.

"Do you know Halduron Brightwing? The eldest son of the Brightwing family, although he's just a sergeant now, the position of the fourth legion commander of the Farstriders has long been reserved for him.

This Halduron is only a little bit worse than Prince Kael'thas, but he's still very handsome. Should I introduce him to you too?"

"Lor'themar Theron, Halduron's friend since childhood, is even more handsome than Halduron. The key is that he has a particularly good figure, *slurp*... He's the heir to the Theron family. Oops, did I say something wrong? Never mind, it's not important. I'll introduce him to you too."

...

Sandra was enthusiastically pimping for her niece, like a thirsty old madam eager to sell her "daughter" for a good price.

Just as Sandra was rambling on, Serena, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke.

"I won't let you have Master Aier, Auntie. Why don't you dress up? Or at least have Archmage Belo'vir cast a permanent seventh-tier illusion on you. Maybe you can still get married before you're 2000 years old..."

After saying that, Serena darted out like a wisp of smoke, instantly disappearing.

"Ahhhhh! Serena, you bastard! I'm going to kill you!"

Sandra roared madly at the open door, with none of her usual legion commander's dignity and aura.

"What's wrong, Legion Commander? Did something happen?"

A patrolling Sunstrider guard looked at the debris being thrown out of the office from time to time, saying with some concern.

"Hey, are you new here? Let me tell you, the Legion Commander must have failed another blind date..."

"Ah? No way, such a beautiful elf as the Legion Commander still needs a blind date? You're not lying to me, are you?"

"Shh, keep it down. Let me tell you, the Legion Commander is already 1536 years old today. It's not like she's failed just once or twice. It happens almost every few weeks. In private, we all call her the 'Blind Date Loser'."

"Ah, really? That's a pity. I didn't expect the Legion Commander to be an old maid. I was still thinking..."

"Haha, the Legion Commander even hits herself when she goes crazy. If you marry that Blind Date Loser, you probably won't live past two thousand years. You'll die before her."

Just as the two were happily gossiping, they suddenly felt a strange chill behind them.

Sandra affectionately put her arms around the shoulders of the two soldiers, narrowing her eyes and smiling:

"What are you chatting about? So happy?"

"No... Nothing."

The two soldiers squatted on the ground, glancing sideways at the two snow-white small hands on their shoulders, not daring to move.

"You were talking bad about me behind my back, weren't you!"

"Bang, bang, bang..."

"Spare me, Legion Commander, he said it all!"

"Failed another blind date, huh!?"

"Rumble..."

"Ah! I'll never dare again, Legion Commander!"

"Blind Date Loser, huh!?"

"Crackling..."

"Help... Help!" X2

"Living Bomb! Eat dust, you bastards!"

Listening to the waves of miserable screams and the Legion Commander's rampant laughter coming from afar, looking at the blazing office.

The Sunstrider guards training on the parade ground smiled at each other.

"Looks like the Legion Commander has failed another blind date."

"How many times is this?"

"864 times."

"Haha..."

"Hahaha..."

"Hahahahaha..."

The entire parade ground turned into a sea of joy amidst the laughter.

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