Azeroth Monster Manual

After finally disposing of the massive corpse, Ayr couldn't help but wear a wry smile as he looked at the 'blood orb' on the battlefield, twice as tall as the military camp.

“I didn’t expect this beast’s corpse alone to fill so many spatial backpacks. I should have prepared more.”

Looking at the thirteen mismatched spatial backpacks hanging on his arm, the young man was momentarily stumped. Where could he find so many containers and backpacks to hold the 'blood orb'?

“Master Ayr, I will have my men guard your spoils.”

Just then, Lusk's deep, resonant voice sounded.

“Marshal Salorean has ordered me to be stationed here, constantly monitoring Silithus's movements. My soldiers are fighting bloody battles on the front lines, while I can only stay here and rust.

I am not a coward, so… please, Master Ayr, allow me to accompany you to the front lines.”

Lusk stood ramrod straight and gave Ayr a military salute. The youth clearly saw the struggle and pain in his eyes.

“Lusk, as the Legion Commander of the Eclipse Legion, I think you understand better than anyone what a soldier's duty is.”

Ayr looked at the elf in front of him, whose desire for battle was high, and said seriously.

“Yes… obedience, but the front lines need me, my soldiers need their Legion Commander.”

Lusk still wanted to struggle, but Ayr held his shoulder.

“I understand your feelings, but I can’t take you away. This is Marshal Salorean’s order, and even I, as the commander-in-chief, cannot disobey it.”

It wasn't that Ayr was being unreasonable, but the situation in the Hinterlands was treacherous and unpredictable. Not to mention him, a newbie who had just entered the field, even the legendary warrior Salorean, who had been through many battles, didn't dare to easily order the rear garrison to be transferred to the front lines.

“This is my communication stone. If there are any situations, you can contact me directly.”

Patting Lusk on the shoulder, Ayr ignored the 'blood orb' on the battlefield and decided to go to the front lines first to see what had happened in the Hinterlands during the days he was away.

… …

Roaring flames almost illuminated the dark night sky. The crisp sounds of cold weapons clashing and deafening roars echoed in the narrow valley.

Dwarvish, Human, and Troll languages intertwined, indistinguishable from one another.

“Lord, those withered wood scraps are about to attack. We don't have any extra ammunition left.”

A Wildhammer dwarf with fierce tattoos on his face said to his companion while firing the last bullet from his gun.

“Call me Captain. Get the brothers on the griffons. We can't wait any longer…”

Lord Kurtaz smoked his pipe while casually smashing the head of a lurking troll headhunter behind him with a hammer.

… …

Just a few days ago, Kurtaz received a mission to escort supplies from Aerie Peak to the front lines.

Although they paid a heavy price, the Wildhammer dwarf and Quel'dorei allied forces overcame various difficulties and established a brand new stronghold - Stormfeather Outpost - in the northern part of the Hillsbrad Foothills (the capital of the Evil Branch Trolls).

Kurtaz's mission was to send the supplies from the Alterac militia (who had an agreement with Pyrenode, with Alterac responsible for providing supplies) to Aerie Peak and then transfer them to Stormfeather Outpost, 600 kilometers away.

Although he had prepared for the worst, Kurtaz still didn't expect the trolls' determination to destroy the front-line outposts to be so great.

Although escorted by griffon riders, the supply team composed of the Alterac militia suffered heavy losses under the continuous interception of the Witherbark and Evil Branch trolls.

Today, Kurtaz arrived at this bag-shaped valley while being pursued and intercepted by a large Witherbark army with many spellcasters.

“Burn the supplies and food if you can. Take as many of the remaining human militiamen on the griffons as possible. You go first. The musketeers and I will cover the rear.”

Kurtaz spat out a mouthful of blood and laboriously raised his musket, knocking down a troll spellcaster who was preparing to cast a spell.

“Lord! We can't leave you behind. Forget those humans, let's go!”

“How many times have I told you, call me Captain.”

Kurtaz reloaded his musket and said impatiently:

“Don't let me hear that kind of talk again. If you're not a coward, you shouldn't violate the guidance of your ancestors. We Wildhammer dwarves don't have a rule of abandoning our comrades and fleeing alone.”

Kicking the corporal over, Kurtaz jumped up and used the sharp blade at the muzzle of his gun to pierce the unlucky troll assassin behind the corporal.

“Go quickly, unload the weapons on your body, the griffons can't carry that much…”

“Boom…”

Just as the corporal was listening to Kurtaz's instructions with tears in his eyes, a huge roar suddenly came from outside the valley.

“Haha, our reinforcements have arrived. It must be those long-eared ones, uh, it must be our elven allies who saw the thick smoke rising from the valley and came to support us.

What are you doing, you idiot? Quickly load the bullets for me. Today, I will turn these troll scraps into beehives!”

Kurtaz laughed wildly. The griffon riders, who were originally exhausted, became excited again when they heard the roar outside the valley. They picked up their weapons and even pushed back the surging trolls.

Ayr stood in the air, tilting his head slightly to avoid a poisoned spear that shot towards him.

Looking at the endless stream of trolls below and the dwarves who were about to give up, the young man frowned slightly.

There were obviously many spellcasters in the troll army below. These spellcasters included not only priests and headhunters, but also some sporadic voodoo warlocks. These voodoo warlocks didn't have very strong spellcasting abilities.

However, their pervasive voodoo and unpredictable shadow magic still caused the Wildhammer dwarves hiding in the valley to suffer greatly.

“We can't go on like this. Let me think, how should I deal with these trolls.”

Ayr's body gradually blurred and then disappeared.

Even as a Grand Magister, he wasn't arrogant enough to use his flesh to withstand those dense spears and magic.

“Use Flame Strike again? But those trolls are obviously blessed by Loa and have great resistance to fire. Use a giant blizzard? But will that hurt the militiamen and dwarves in the valley?”

Scratching his head in distress, the young man had a wealth of abilities at his disposal but couldn't use them at all.

This real world wasn't a game. The reason why he didn't go on a rampage was because Ayr was considering the matter of accidentally injuring friendly forces.

If he used a giant blizzard, he would feel good, but when he came back to his senses and looked at the battlefield, all the friendly forces and enemies would be dead. Good fellow, wasn't this a painful blow to his teammates?

Looking at the anxious battle situation below, a ridiculous thought popped into the young man's mind:

“It would be great if there was an invulnerable mode. Wait, invulnerable… invulnerable, I got it.”

Excitedly clapping his hands, the young man gradually had a new idea in his mind.

At some point, Ayr had already stood in the center of the battlefield. The surging brown earth elemental power lingered endlessly under his feet. After a few breaths, all of this earth elemental power was injected into his feet.

“Next is experiment time.”

Ayr was like an outsider, watching the battle. Under the effect of the invisibility spell, no one noticed his presence.

… …

“Lord… Captain, brothers can't do it anymore.”

The corporal said breathlessly, leaning on his two-handed hammer with one hand. Looking behind him, those Wildhammer warriors who had just been brave and good at fighting were all panting like him, enjoying a rare moment of rest.

“Those troll scraps are attacking again! Musketeers, volley!”

Kurtaz strained his throat and roared loudly, but there was no fierce gunfire or wisps of smoke behind him. There was silence behind him, only heavy breathing from time to time.

“Lord, we have no more ammunition…”

Kurtaz didn't correct the corporal's title, just looked with bloodshot eyes at the approaching Witherbark trolls in front of him.

“Let the brothers retreat, those humans… take as many as you can.”

“We can't leave…”

The corporal said bitterly, looking at a small team of troll headhunters who had copied to the back at some point.

“Then kill them, for Aerie Peak!”

Kurtaz roared and rushed up. The exhausted Wildhammer dwarves behind him seemed to have been injected with new strength and began to roar in unison.

“For Aerie Peak!”

“For Anvilmar!”

“Kill all these Witherbark scraps!”

… …

A new round of fighting began again, but this time, although the Wildhammer dwarves rushed up with a burst of bravery, as time went on, the breath in their hearts subsided, and these warriors became weak again.

A Wildhammer dwarf lay weakly on the ground, staring blankly at the spear that was infinitely magnified in his eyes. He was already exhausted and could no longer squeeze out a trace of strength from his whole body.

“For Aerie Peak!”

The dwarven warrior murmured silently, preparing to meet his fate.

Just then, a sudden change occurred.

The dwarven warrior, who had originally closed his eyes and waited for death, suddenly felt a warm force rushing into his body from under him.

Pushing aside the spear in front of his chest, the dwarven warrior grabbed casually, and this grab was extraordinary. He actually grabbed the head of that troll!

“I… I feel like I'm full of power, ah!”

The already tattered leather armor shattered instantly, and the dwarven warrior's body began to swell gradually.

The chiseled light gray skin, the body taller than a hill, coupled with the dwarven warrior's huge roar like a mountain torrent, instantly attracted everyone's attention.

‘Success’

Ayr looked at his masterpiece and nodded with a smile.

‘It seems that the miracle on Hermit isn’t impossible to replicate.’

More and more roars rang out. The Grimstone dwarves who had fallen, and those still standing, all looked in disbelief at their companions who were frantically 'shooting' upwards like bamboo shoots after a rain. But after a while, these dwarves also felt the rock-solid power within their bodies.

The wide battlefield gradually became crowded, and the withered wood trolls began to scatter in panic.

But hundreds of Hill Kings, taller than small mountains, obviously didn't want to let these trolls go.

The situation reversed instantly…

Kurtaz excitedly trampled on several unlucky fellows who had already turned into puddles of meat, constantly letting out ghostly roars.

The situation of the rest of the Grimstone dwarves was similar to that of Kurtaz. Suddenly gaining powerful strength, coupled with the mortal enemies in front of them, of course, they were going all out to kill.

Aier covered his forehead and shook his head helplessly. Compared to Hermit, who could actively develop skills, the performance of these 'beginners' was really low-level.

Primitive people would still use stones and sticks to fight, but these Hill Kings were good. Apart from stepping on them with their feet, they would smash them with their fists, and some would even sit on them with their butts, which was really unbearable to look at.

'But this is also good. If I don't use the divine power of the earth in my body, the transformation time of the Avatar should last for a long time.'

The boy, like an observer, watched everything in front of him with relish, writing and drawing in his notebook from time to time.

Time passed slowly until the dwarves returned to their original height, and until the last troll turned into a puddle of mud.

The boy finally canceled the invisibility spell on his body and walked to Kurtaz, who was paralyzed on the ground.

"You… Huff… Did you do all this… Huff…"

Kurtaz gasped for breath, looking at the suddenly appearing boy in front of him with an incredulous expression.

"Let's go, I'll take you back to the outpost."

The boy smiled and took the dwarf's hand and carried him on his back.

"Let's go, brothers, I'll take you home."

……

Kurtaz was covered in bandages and sat beside Hermit, bragging with great excitement.

"Ha, Hermit, I was the first Grimstone dwarf to learn the Avatar. You don't know how brave I was on the battlefield just now. With just a light kick… …"

Kurtaz raised his right foot, which had just been put in a cast, and gestured to Hermit.

"With just a light kick, those troll scraps… hiss… my foot! My foot! Priest, I need a priest!"

Kurtaz covered his foot and wailed in pain, where was the fierce aura he had on the battlefield just now.

"Hundreds of Hill Kings? You might as well say that hundreds of your brothers each took a two-handed axe and chopped from Loch Modan to Stormwind City, and then chopped back from Stormwind City to Hinterlands."

Hermit looked at the red-bearded man in front of him, who was bragging without drafting, with a look of disdain in his heart.

Aier sat opposite Salorean, listening to some important information from this period with a serious expression.

"Are you saying that the Withered Bark has allied with the Deadwood and extended the front line to half of the Hinterlands?"

"That's right, from Shadra'Alar, the capital of the Withered Bark Trolls, to Sharvaas, the outpost of the Deadwood Trolls, all have been occupied by the troll's vanguard troops.

Judging from the trolls' posture, they are probably going to start a full-scale war with us, so I have to send all the troops to the front line. This is why I want Lusk to guard the rear of Aerie Peak…"

Salorean stared at the sand table in front of him, frowning.

"Master, your soothing tea."

Just as the two were discussing military affairs, a charming voice sounded.

Looking at the head maidservant who was posing coquettishly in front of him (sent by the Sun King, as mentioned in the previous article), Aier had a headache.

"This is a battlefield, not a place to play house. Who let you come? You are not even a low-level professional. What if…"

Aier rubbed his eyebrows and his tone became stern. The grim situation was already enough to give him a headache, and now here came another burden.

"Who brought you here? Let him send you back."

Aileen lowered her head aggrievedly and muttered in a low voice.

"His Royal Highness Kael'thas asked me to come. His Highness said that you can't be without someone to serve you, and isn't this girl also an ordinary person? Why can she bring her here?"

Aier was stunned, turned his head and looked at Natasha, who was standing behind him at some point, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

'How could I forget her? Forget it, let them both go back.'

"Natasha…"

"I'm not leaving. I have no home anymore. You said you would take me home."

There were obvious emotional fluctuations on the cold face, but it was well hidden. But Aier knew that this girl was like a fragile vase, already scarred, and he couldn't stimulate her anymore.

"Okay, okay, since that's the case, then you can stay in the military camp. That who, yes, you, Calian, the three of you, stop hiding and roll in for me."

The trio walked in from outside the big tent embarrassedly, looking at their mentor with a smirk.

"I'll leave the two of them to you. The three of you… no, train them into second-ring mages within a month. Do you have the confidence?"

The trio stared at each other, but none of them spoke.

"5 points"

"Okay, guarantee to complete the task!"

…

Aier took a sip of the soothing tea in his cup. There was a faint sweetness and just the right spiciness in the originally slightly cool tea.

He couldn't help but be a little surprised. When he looked up at the head maidservant, he found that Aileen was already looking at him with a smile.

"It's onion. I added onion to it!"

"Pfft…"

"I was wondering why it tasted a bit sweet and spicy. Are you trying to be a cooking god here?"

"Cough cough"

"Sorry, Marshal, where were we just now?"

Aier said embarrassedly, touching his nose embarrassedly.

"The trolls are still gathering their troops. I think they are about to launch a full-scale attack."

"How many people are there in the troll vanguard?"

"Most of their military strength is still concentrated in Xintra'Alor and Zul'Aman. The military strength stationed in Silivaas is the weakest. I estimate that the first batch of vanguard troops is about 150,000 to 160,000 people."

"How many troops are there in the dwarves?"

"We have conscripted as many militiamen and adult dwarves as possible, but the number of troops is not ideal at present, only about 50,000 people, including those recruits. There are only about 20,000 elite veterans."

Fstad sat next to Salorean and said.

"Master, aren't you the leader of the Light of Aier Alliance? Otherwise, let's ask the Seven Kingdoms for help. If Lordaeron and Stromgarde are willing to send troops, then we…"

Kurdran also interjected, and Aier glanced at him in surprise. When could the exceptionally xenophobic Grimstone dwarves actually take the initiative to accept the assistance of foreign races?

"Wait a little longer. I have already signed an alliance of offense and defense with King Thoras Trollbane of Stromgarde. As long as we can break into 10 miles outside of Shadra'Alar.

At that time, Stromgarde can send troops to attack us from both sides and completely eat up all the Withered Bark Trolls in Witherbark Village and Shadra'Alar."

Everyone looked at the boy suspiciously, while Aier was concentrating on studying the sand table in front of him.

"Master, are you having some misunderstanding? Stromgarde is far away in the Arathi Highlands. Arathi and the Hinterlands are separated by towering mountains.

Could it be that those Highland warhorses have grown wings? Can they fly the Stromgarde army to the Hinterlands?"

Kurdran said carelessly, ignoring Fstad's obstruction.

Aier ignored the straight-talking dwarf. He just chuckled and continued:

"Remember that double agent named Kima? Just a few months ago, he had already found a top-secret trail 100 miles northwest of Zul'Aman.

This top-secret trail was dug out by the Deadwood Trolls to capture civilians from Witherbark Village and Shadra'Alar."

Hearing this, everyone was shocked. Did this boy, who had been 'loafing' for several months, bury the line so deeply?

"Hey, if Kima hadn't died, that guy would definitely know a lot of the latest information about the Deadwood and Withered Bark, what a pity."

The boy sighed, suddenly a little nostalgic for the double agent who had no professional ethics.

"Cough cough, is the Kima you are talking about one-eyed, with a broken tusk, cyan skin, looks a bit wretched, and is especially timid and afraid of things?"

"Huh? Have you seen him?"

Aier grabbed Kurdran's collar and said excitedly.

"That's right, I saw him on the battlefield. He knocked out several of our soldiers, but he didn't kill them. Also, that troll actually winked at me and asked me to evacuate with the wounded. Later, I learned that he seemed to be your subordinate, Kima."

Kurdran said with a look of recollection. At this time, the trio also spoke up.

"Mentor, Ansem and Calian and I were originally going to kill a voodoo chief on the outer defense line of Xintra'Alor in a decapitation operation.

But when we sneaked into the thatched hut of this warlock chief quietly, we found that the old troll was already dead, and there was a note written in human common language on his body."

"Where's the note?"

"It's already burned. The note spontaneously combusted as soon as it was picked up from the old troll's body."

Eran recalled the scene at that time and narrated it truthfully.

"What did it say?"

The boy asked eagerly.

"Sunday, Hex will summon Hakkar at Zul'Aman."

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