Azeroth Monster Manual

Lusk crossed his arms, looking disdainfully at the teenager who was peering around the giant beast's corpse.

After the 'love triangle' reported by the Truth Daily, Aier's image in Lusk's mind had plummeted to rock bottom. His handsome face had become a sign of a gigolo, and his slender, upright figure had become a symbol of effeminacy.

Even Aier's identity as a Great Archmage had been tainted with doubt in his mind.

Adding to the rumors of the teenager's 'licentious' private life, comparable to those decadent nobles, the teenager had long become, in Lusk's mind, a nobleman who was weak, had a chaotic private life, and possessed talent but lacked virtue.

And such noble scions were always scorned by Lusk.

In fact, Lusk wasn't entirely unable to accept these 'shortcomings' of Aier's, but when his sister was involved, the teenager's 'only advantage' was diminished again and again in his eyes, until it became a deep-seated aversion.

In short, to sum it up in one sentence:

I can't control your private life, but you can't touch my sister.

"Putting on airs, a Extreme Frost magic cast by 10 Archmages every 8 hours, I want to see how a research scholar like you can break it."

Aier circled the massive corpse of Heshis more than ten times before finally stopping, stroking the thick layer of ice wrapped around the corpse, the teenager frowned slightly.

Although these Archmages had done a good job of preserving the freshness of the giant beast's corpse, they had also left too many magical traces on this beast.

He wasn't worried about not being able to break through this thick layer of ice, but was thinking about how to remove these ice blocks without damaging the corpse.

"Councilor Aier, do you need my help?"

Lusk came behind the teenager, with a hint of schadenfreude in his tone.

The teenager didn't turn his head, but he sensed a lot of negative emotions from the Eclipse Legion Commander's tone.

"Did I offend him somewhere? I remember the Eclipse family doesn't seem to be involved in Blood Thistle, right?"

Puzzled in his heart, Aier's face remained unchanged, he simply raised his right hand, signaling Lusk not to move forward.

"You…"

Lusk wanted to say something more, but found that the teenager who had been standing not far away had disappeared.

Relying on his keen insight, Lusk looked up, and sure enough, as expected, the teenager was floating, standing in the air.

The azure blue pupils gradually stained with a layer of filter, becoming deep blue, [Hyper-memory] activated.

His eyes quickly scanned the giant beast's corpse, and after complex and precise calculations, Aier finally moved.

A strangely shaped blade shimmering with a faint cyan magical aura appeared in the teenager's hand. He quickly approached the giant beast's corpse, then raised the weapon in his hand and 'cut' down.

Lusk looked solemnly at the scene in front of him. The teenager's movements were too fast. He only saw trails of afterimages cutting across the ice on the giant beast's body.

But what puzzled him was that the places the teenager had cut were as if nothing had happened, and even the thick layer of ice on the corpse hadn't changed at all.

"What the hell is he doing?"

Lusk only lost his focus for a moment, and found that the teenager had already stopped moving and landed from mid-air.

"Baffling."

Relieved, Aier's movements just now, like teleportation, really shocked him, and his impression of the teenager had slightly changed.

"It seems that this Aier is also a 'Magic Swordsman', good speed, but lacking in strength."

Lusk smacked his lips, thinking disdainfully. Just as he was about to step forward and say something, a piercing sound made him stop.

"Sizzle sizzle…"

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle…"

The frozen corpse emitted a series of ear-piercing sounds, like a hot knife cutting through butter.

A series of fine cuts appeared on the originally intact corpse. These cuts seemed subtle, but Lusk clearly saw the light passing through those cuts. This meant that the teenager had completely dismembered the giant beast's corpse…

And the layer of ice on the surface of the corpse had disappeared the moment the cuts appeared.

Not melted, nor broken, but completely disappeared like a wisp of steam.

The expression on Lusk's face had already frozen. An arm that had just been stretched out was hanging comically in mid-air.

But the operation that shocked him hadn't ended yet. From the dense cuts made by Aier, blood suddenly began to gush out. The dark purple blood corroded a large area of the newly laid training ground, creating small, worm-eaten holes as soon as it touched the ground.

The purple blood was about to spread, but in just a few seconds, the blood that overflowed from under the corpse, like a lake, flew into the sky, gradually forming a huge sphere.

As if defying the laws of physics, the blood that should have been flowing everywhere began to fly into the air, merging into that giant ball.

Until the blood in the corpse ran out, Aier finally nodded in satisfaction.

Casually snapping his fingers, the surface of the blood ball began to be dyed with patches of hexagonal ice flowers. In an instant, the entire blood ball froze into ice.

"Bang"

An 'ice ball' that was one-fifth the size of the training ground fell vertically, smashing a huge pit in the dilapidated ground.

Heshis's corpse was originally dark purple, but when Aier drained the blood from his body, the original dark purple skin began to fade slowly, until only a faint trace of purple remained on the surface of the corpse, and the entire corpse became pale.

Like performing magic, the teenager took out more than a dozen space backpacks from his arms. These backpacks were all scavenged from Belovar's mage tower, and now they finally came in handy.

The giant beast's massive corpse was like a disordered puzzle, disintegrating in full view, dividing into densely packed pieces of meat. If you looked closely, you would find that these pieces of meat were cut like by a machine, completely uniform in size and weight.

Aier's cutting just now miraculously accomplished the feat of making the giant beast 'fall apart'.

Lusk couldn't describe his mood in words anymore. The legion commander watched the scattered pieces of meat on the ground begin to 'dance,' converging into a torrent of flesh and blood, and then flying, piece by piece, into the teenager's space backpack.

After pinching his arm hard and letting out a 'hiss' of cold breath, Lusk realized that he wasn't under the teenager's illusion.

Lusk went from initial disdain to present-day astonishment in just a few minutes. The shock that the teenager gave him was really too great.

As a veteran 'beast-style' Archmage, although he didn't have the rich knowledge and theories of those research scholars, Lusk still saw the teenager's precise operation from the gorgeous feast just now.

'Wonderful control, coupled with the perfect use of the Mage Hand, but… how exactly did he vaporize the ice outside the corpse silently?'

Lusk couldn't figure it out. In his long life, he had never seen such a bizarre thing. In his cognition, none of the eight schools of arcane magic had ever produced such stunning magic.

'Is it the seventh-circle forbidden spell fixed upon advancing to the Great Archmage? If you say so, then indeed… No, no, Sandra, that idiot, once said that Aier Salona's seventh-circle forbidden spell was some kind of anti-magic field, could it be a double forbidden spell? Impossible, absolutely impossible!'

Lusk frowned for a while, and smiled bitterly for a while, like a schizophrenic patient, the originally serious face became comical.

Although the ten Archmages behind him were also very shocked, they were all 'mass-produced' goods catalyzed by the energy of the Sunwell, and did not have the power and knowledge of ordinary Archmages.

It's like when a cultured person encounters a shocking thing, they can recite a poem or say a few flirty words, but for uncultured people like them, they can only use a "fuck" to express their feelings.

Although Lusk is a cultured person, he really wants to say "fuck" now. The confusion in his mind is like a small leather whip, hitting him hard, both painful and itchy.

He wanted to directly ask the teenager, but remembering his previous rudeness and the prejudice in his heart, Lusk could only stand there tangled, sulking with himself.

But the subordinates behind him didn't know the legion commander's little thoughts. When Aier put away the last piece of the giant beast's internal organs, these newly promoted 'fans' all crowded up, surrounding the teenager.

"Lord Aier, how did you do it?"

"Go, go, don't ask blindly, maybe this is some forbidden knowledge?"

"Mentor Aier, can I join your sect? I am your most loyal believer, I… Ouch, who stepped on me."

……

Looking at the fanatical 'fans' in front of him, the teenager no longer had the panic and nervousness he had when he first came to this world. With his current status, he wouldn't even be afraid of facing the Sun King.

Clearing his throat lightly, the teenager's habit of being a mentor struck again, intending to explain in detail to these lost lambs.

"Ask one by one, time is limited, you can ask three questions."

"Let me go first."

A middle-aged Archmage squeezed in, as if seeing his favorite idol. He quickly sorted out the standard robe on his body, and then stammered and asked:

"L … Lord, how did you manage to cut the corpse of that giant beast so neatly? Is your physical fitness really stronger than Lord Salorean? I couldn't even see your speed just now, I…"

Helplessly interrupting the middle-aged Archmage's question, looking at this overwhelmed middle-aged man, the teenager could only whisper:

"I'll answer your first question. The reason I was able to precisely divide the giant beast's corpse into one hundred ninety-eight thousand four hundred and twenty-one pieces…"

"Wow…"

"Is it true? Is Master Ayr really that amazing?"

"It's true, I saw it with my own eyes just now."

"Bah! Shameless."

… …

After these fanatical magisters had argued fiercely, Ayr was finally able to interject, so he continued:

"It's because my intelligence and mental power are much higher than ordinary people."

Everyone: … … Was that an answer at all?

The reason I can accurately divide the giant beast's corpse into almost the same size volume is actually very simple. The super calculation ability brought by hyperthymesia, plus precise control and strong physical fitness.

But Ayr couldn't explain these, so he could only perfunctorily say.

"Sir, how did you vaporize the frost on the surface of the giant beast's corpse just now? I have never seen such amazing magic before."

An elf quickly asked while his companions were slandering.

Ayr nodded, finally someone asked the key point. This is the biggest secret of dissecting the giant beast.

"This is a skill I just developed."

The young man took out the Phoenix Whirlwind Blade and showed it to everyone. The Phoenix Whirlwind Blade, which originally only emitted a faint light, was instantly coated with a thick layer of cyan light under Ayr's control.

He aimed at the magister who asked the question and waved it in front of him a few times randomly.

The magister panicked and retreated backwards, but when he realized that the young man had no malice, he stopped and even took a few steps forward, coming to a relatively safe distance.

"Do you feel anything?"

Ayr stared at the slightly nervous young man in front of him with great interest.

"Not… Ah, the Arcane Brilliance I cast on myself is gone!"

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The young man stroked his chest and said in disbelief.

The young man chuckled and continued:

"This is a new skill that I researched through the Spellbreaker Manual given to me by His Majesty. The principle is very simple, but it's more complicated to explain, so you guys shouldn't even think about this spell. After all, if you want to become a Spellbreaker, you have to give up your mage identity."

Looking at the disappointed looks of the others, Ayr was also very helpless. It wasn't that he was being stingy, but that these magisters really couldn't learn the Spellbreaker's skills, and there was no way to learn them.

With a subtle emotion, the young man carefully explained this newly developed skill.

[Magic Steal]: Spellbreakers transfer beneficial magic from a target to another target, or transfer harmful magic effects from a target to a nearby target.

Ayr used this magic to steal the frost magic on the surface, but what's interesting is that in an experiment he found that if the stolen magic power is not used, it will gradually dissipate, which is why the frost on the surface of the giant beast was vaporized.

Ayr clapped his hands, focusing the attention of the magisters who were still discussing on him.

"Okay, the last question."

"Wait!"

Lusk's deep voice rang out. The magisters saw their superior speak, and although they still had a lot of questions, they tactfully retreated.

"Legion Commander, is there anything you want to ask?"

The young man curiously looked at the distorted face of the middle-aged man. Just now, he keenly noticed the middle-aged man's dissatisfaction and anger towards him, but now… he didn't know if it was his illusion, but the middle-aged man's prejudice against him seemed to have disappeared?

"I… …"

Lusk was rarely silent, and the words in his mouth were delayed. For an iron-blooded tough guy, such procrastination was not his character. The subordinates behind him also began to whisper, discussing the legion commander's abnormal behavior.

"I… …"

"I… …"

Ayr raised his eyebrows slightly. Even he felt that this man had something unspeakable.

Just as the young man was about to speak again, the legion commander, who had been silent for a long time, finally stopped being coy.

Lusk blushed and roared:

"Ayr Salona! I don't care how many women you have, I just want to ask you, when are you going to drag out your wedding with my sister!?"

Ayr: ? ? ?

Everyone: ? ? ?

… …

After a long time, Lusk finally understood that it seemed that all of this was just his wishful thinking.

The powerful, intelligent, and charming man in front of him (Ayr: You didn't seem to think so just now.) had only seen Sandra once, and hadn't even remembered his sister's name, let alone marriage and a tragic love triangle.

'Damn Truth Daily! After this war is over, I must wring off that unscrupulous editor's head!'

Lusk turned his back to the young man with a flushed face, and cursed in his heart. He really couldn't face the man behind him, it was too embarrassing.

'Kainar, you idiot, you actually use me to entertain people for the sake of the newspaper's development. After this war is over, I must wring off his head.'

The young man's face was livid, and he cursed in his heart.

At this moment, the two looked at each other with a tacit understanding of each other.

Kainar Flame Sun… Danger

The misunderstanding was resolved, and the two smiled at each other.

… …

Time passed, and Ayr also completed most of the dissection work.

Just as he was preparing to complete the last task: dissecting Hixis's head, Lusk suddenly patted him on the shoulder, wanting to say something with a slightly coy expression.

Looking at the iron-blooded tough guy showing such a delicate expression, Ayr quickly distanced himself and patted his shoulder with disgust.

"Master, I have another question to ask you."

Ayr cautiously took two steps back. This man was abnormal, or rather, too abnormal.

"Please ask."

"What do you think of my sister?"

… …

"Master, don't look at my sister being old, but old people care about people. She can also cook and do housework… much better than those flashy sluts."

Ayr continued to deal with Hixis's three huge heads with a dark face.

The man next to him seemed to have been turned on by some strange switch, and had been chattering behind him for half an hour.

"I'm sorry, Lord Lusk, I don't have any plans to get married yet."

The young man carefully took off the last snake pupil and replied impatiently.

"If you marry my sister, then her dowry of 1,500 years will all be yours."

Lusk rubbed his hands sheepishly and continued to pull the strings for his sister.

"I'm sorry, Lord Lusk, I don't lack money. Perhaps you should learn more about Salona Alchemy Workshop and Salona Plantation."

Listening to the young man's reply without a trace of warmth, Lusk couldn't help but mutter in his heart:

'Are young people so indifferent now? They don't even want money?'

He casually pulled over a guy who was watching the excitement, and Lusk whispered in his ear:

"Is Salona Alchemy Workshop and that something something plantation very profitable?"

The young man who was grabbed by the collar by his superior was very frightened at first, thinking that his eavesdropping had angered his legion commander, but when he heard about Salona Alchemy Workshop, he suddenly became excited.

"Legion Commander, Salona Alchemy Workshop is all over the Eastern Kingdom, blah blah… …"

Lusk put down his subordinate with a dizzy head. After listening to his subordinate's Amway for a long time, although there were some things he didn't quite understand, he still understood one thing. The young man with the ruby monocle, who was meticulously dissecting the corpse, really didn't lack money.

'Good fellow, the annual income of just one A Yuu breeding farm is hundreds of thousands of gold coins, plus the alchemy workshop and that something plantation, wouldn't that be several million gold coins a year?'

Lusk thought in shock and bitterness.

The young man was like a precise machine, cutting, separating, and collecting. His slender, scallion-like hands handled the 'materials' in his hands dazzlingly.

Looking at the young man's miraculous operation, Lusk couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. Could his unpromising sister really be worthy of such a young, excellent, and wealthy elf?

"Okay."

Holding three rhombus crystals flowing with emerald green light, the young man couldn't help but feel a little excited.

Just as Ayr was about to put the three mysterious gems taken from Hixis's three heads into his backpack, something strange happened.

As soon as the three emerald green gems came into contact with the young man's palm, they quickly melted like ice until they disappeared.

[Detected Medium Loa Divinity]

[Detected Loa Power: Poison]

… …

[Congratulations, you have obtained Low Loa Divine Power: Poison]

Looking at the long-lost system prompt, Ayr couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

'Isn't it Medium Loa Divine Power? Why… I understand, this incarnation is not Hixis's main body. Although Hixis injected a lot of Loa Power, the incarnation has a limit to its carrying capacity, so the quality of this Loa Power called Poison will only be Low after being absorbed.'

Feeling the brand new power in his body, a bold idea suddenly popped into the young man's mind.

PS: There will be another chapter before twelve o'clock