Azeroth Monster Manual

"A low-level priest and a mid-level mage who can't even get a low-level portal right. Who gave you the courage to come to the Hinterlands to die?

Don't you know there's a war going on here? Or do you think this is some kind of child's play, a princess adventure from a knight's novel?"

"Even when he's scolding people, he's so handsome."

Lianda stared infatuatedly at the frosty-faced young man by the window, who showed her no mercy. Her heart couldn't help but race.

"Bang!"

The young man slammed his hands on the table, his face displeased as he scrutinized the absent-minded elven girl up close.

"Are you two even listening to me?"

Lianda snapped out of her fantasy, and Lola, who had been silent with her head down, also turned her head.

The two were only a few centimeters apart. Lianda could even see the fine texture of the young man's skin clearly.

The young man's thick eyelashes curled slightly, and his azure eyes held a scrutinizing look. Lianda only glanced at the young man so close to her before quickly averting her gaze.

"Too close, it's too close…"

The girl sniffed the pleasant scent, and her pretty face became even redder.

Lola stood beside the girl like a child who had done something wrong, looking down at her chest.

Taking advantage of the young man's speech, the little maidservant occasionally raised her head to steal a glance at the two, then quickly lowered it again.

"You… you… don't come any closer. I'm not just any elf."

Watching the young man approach, Lianda retreated backward as if she had encountered some kind of monster, until she had nowhere to retreat, her pert buttocks pressed against the drafty wooden wall.

A strange emotion gradually rose in her heart, and she suddenly felt extremely flustered.

"What's wrong with me? Could this be love at first sight that those socialites talk about? But… but this is only the first time we've met."

The girl stared "despairingly" at the approaching young man. After a brief struggle, she closed her eyes as if resigned to her fate.

The girl imitated the actions of those socialites, her rosy lips pouting slightly, waiting for the young man to arrive.

"Bang!"

"Ah!"

Lianda touched her slightly swollen pretty face, looking incredulously at the handsome young man who had slapped her.

Lianda: Did I open this in the wrong way?

"This is for your parents. Do you know how many ignorant fools like you from Quel'Thalas die in their own imagined adventure stories every year?

Want to go on an adventure? Want to be a hero? Want to gain wealth and status? No problem, but do you have the strength to match it?"

Lola covered her small mouth, looking at the young man with the same shock, but whether it was an illusion or not, there seemed to be a hint of joy and excitement in the little maidservant's eyes?

But before the little maidservant could be happy, a loud slap landed on her face.

Lola stared blankly at the young man, the burning sensation on her cheek as if telling her that this was not a dream.

"You you you… do you know who I am!? I'm…"

"Slap slap…"

The young man slapped her twice more, making the young lady dizzy.

Aier turned his head and silently stared at the little maidservant who was about to help Lianda.

"You… you continue."

Lola took two steps back in terror and sat down on the bed with a thud.

"Go home, this is not a place for you socialites and noble ladies. Next time you want to go on an adventure, think about today's experience. I hope these few slaps can wake you up!"

For some reason, when Aier saw these two charming girls in front of him, he thought of his rebellious daughter from his previous life.

"Who do you think you are? Do you know who I am? I am…"

"Hmm?"

The young man narrowed his eyes slightly, looking down at Lianda, whose eyes were filled with tears, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

The young lady, who had been pampered like a princess since she was a child, had never suffered such grievances. But when she was about to let that ignorant elf taste her power, the looming fierceness in the young man's eyes frightened her into a shiver, and she almost fell to the ground.

Looking at the two girls' comical appearance, Aier's eyes gradually softened.

"They're just two little girls who are obsessed with knight novels. Am I being too strict? Strange, why do I feel like I want to teach this 'young lady' a good lesson on behalf of her parents when I see her?

Perhaps she and she are too similar? Both young, both beautiful, both… Forget it, let's be a good person to the end and send them back to Quel'Thalas."

Ignoring the two girls' resistance, Aier pulled them up.

"You… don't mess around. We are… we are professionals!"

Lianda was about to cry. She tried her best to pull her little hand out, but found that the young man's strength was terrifying. Even if she used all her strength, the young man's slender palms seemed to have no reaction at all.

Looking at Lola again, she was much better, just lowering her head slightly, letting Aier pull her up.

"You, remember to listen to your parents more when you go back, don't let them worry about you, and exercise more. Look how thin you've become?"

Patting the girl's shoulder, the light in Aier's eyes became more and more gentle.

Lianda stopped struggling. She raised her head, staring blankly at the young man's gentle eyes, feeling a little mentally confused for a moment.

'What what what… what is he going to do?'

Gently stroking her still swollen cheek, the girl's heart raced again.

"The reason I hit you is to give you a lesson and remember one sentence: Suffer more now, suffer less in the future.

This is my coat of arms. After you go back, you can find Dean Fendelorel of the Falseline Academy. I believe that elder will give me some face.

You can study hard there and strive to become a high-level professional as soon as possible. After you become a high-level professional, you can bring your little follower out for adventures."

Like stroking a kitten, the young man gently pressed Lianda's fluffy golden hair.

At this moment, Lianda felt as if she was electrocuted. She didn't hate this strange feeling, and even enjoyed it a little.

The girl lowered her small head and stopped talking.

"And you, little maidservant, who did you learn your portal skills from? You can actually open the coordinates of Quel'Danil to the mountains? Even the most inept dwarven mage in Dalaran is a hundred times better than you!

And the Hinterlands are at war, even Quel'Danil is not safe!

Do you know that 20 miles ahead is the lair of the Evilbranch Trolls? If I hadn't happened to appear here, you two idiots would have been frozen to death or caught by those barbaric trolls to be boiled into soup."

Lola wrinkled her small nose aggrievedly.

'I was just being kind and wanted the young lady to finish the last part of her free journey. This elf is not my someone, why should he meddle in other people's business?'

As if seeing through the little maidservant's thoughts, the young man was a little amused. He searched for a moment in the densely packed space backpack in his arms, and then took out an old booklet.

"This is my magical experience of more than ten years. All the spells and casting skills from low-level mage to high-level mage are inside. I hope you can know your shame and be brave, and don't make such low-level mistakes again."

Patting the shoulders of the two girls, a rapid incantation sounded, and a light purple portal appeared in the wooden house.

"This is the portal to Silvermoon City. Go back quickly, don't let your parents worry."

Pushing the two unsuspecting girls into the portal, Aier breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm always too soft-hearted, too soft-hearted…"

Humming a little tune, the young man walked into the snowy sky.

"Lord Aier, why did you come out so quickly?"

Outside the wooden house, an ice pier suddenly stood up, shaking off the snow on his body, revealing his true face.

"Couldn't you wait inside, Hermit?"

The young man was startled. If the old dwarf hadn't spoken, he would have thought someone had piled up a snowman in this wilderness.

"Hehe, you're doing something important inside. Shouldn't I, as a subordinate, help you stand guard and keep watch?"

The old dwarf nudged Aier with his shoulder, but unfortunately he was too short and could only nudge the young man's thigh.

"Can you stop smiling so disgustingly? I didn't do anything just now, I just educated them and sent them back!"

Looking at the old dwarf's wretched smile, the young man couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"I understand, hehe, I understand. I also met my wife, Mail, in the snowy mountains of Dun Morogh. I educated her for a full four hours that day!"

"Roll!"

The two continued to trek between the snowy mountains, and soon disappeared into the snowy sky, leaving only two rows of deep footprints.

…

"Ah!"

"Ah ah!"

After two screams, Lianda and Laura both fell to the ground. The endless stream of passersby looked at the two creatures wrapped tightly, and for a moment, they didn't recognize that these two were actually their compatriots.

"Laura!"

Lianda screamed, only because the little maid was heavily pressing down on her.

"Ah, ah, I'm sorry, Miss."

Laura hurriedly stood up.

"This is? It's over? That meddlesome violent maniac sent us back!"

Lianda looked around at the familiar environment with some frustration, but then she thought of the warm touch on her head just now, and couldn't help but giggle.

"Miss! Miss!"

"Ah? Oh, oh, let's hurry to see His Majesty the Sun King. It seems that this last journey cannot continue."

Lianda woke up in the little maid's shouts, and then a huge wave of sadness swept over her, almost stopping her wildly beating heart.

"Let's go. I hope His Majesty can forgive my willfulness once again."

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Grasping the little maid's hand, Lianda said dejectedly. She didn't plan to escape anymore, and prepared to bear this destined tragic fate.

"Miss…"

Laura held the old manuscript in her hand, somewhat hesitant, and said with some surprise.

But Lianda seemed completely unaware, just walking mechanically.

It wasn't until the little maid grabbed her sleeve tightly that she stopped.

"Forget about that elf. Although it was just a brief encounter, I know you like him too, but we don't even know why he appeared there, why he treated us so well, or even what his name is.

Just treat it as a brief encounter. After I marry that El. Salona, you will be free, but don't go looking for that man. I can see that he is like a cloud, a fog, a rain, you can't grasp him, Laura."

Lianda held the little maid's hand and said sincerely.

Laura looked at the sincere Lianda, not knowing whether to be moved or to laugh.

"Miss, look what this is?"

Laura trembled as she opened the notebook in her hand. On the first page of this manuscript, several beautiful words were written in Salas language.

"El. Salona…"

The eldest lady stared blankly at the few dragon-flying phoenix-dancing upper elf characters. After a long time, she suddenly excitedly grabbed Laura's collar and said angrily:

"Good for you, Laura. I provide you with food and drink. You haven't even married yet, and you've already started currying favor with your new master. Tell me! What benefits did that old geezer give you? You… you… are you with him."

Laura was shaken back and forth by Lianda, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Sometimes, she really felt that her young lady's brains seemed to have all grown on those two mounds.

"Shameless! You… you are despicable!"

Lianda's eyes were red, and tears fell down. Her closest person had betrayed her, and the sudden change broke her heart.

"Miss! Are you really stupid, or are you pretending? Look again, what is this?"

The little maid nimbly dodged Lianda's pulling and once again took out the old manuscript.

"You little bitch, little b… b… b, eh, where do I seem to have seen it before?"

Lianda looked at the manuscript in front of her with tears in her eyes, the more she looked at it, the more familiar it seemed, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it.

"Miss, what were you doing just now? You weren't just being infatuated the whole time, were you?"

The little maid grabbed the manuscript and shook it in front of Lianda incredulously.

"I… I, you're talking nonsense! I am the eldest princess of the Sunstrider family. What kind of favored sons of heaven haven't I seen? Although that stinky brat has some good looks, how can a pheasant match a phoenix?"

Lianda stubbornly tried to defend herself.

But Laura had already seen through her pretense. The little maid's mouth curled up, and taking advantage of Lianda's carelessness, she pounced on her, reaching into the eldest lady's collar with her two small hands and frantically tickling her.

"Hiss, so cold… Haha… What are you doing? Hahaha, stop, you… giggle… you… hahahey, you little bitch…"

The two girls rolled into a ball, laughing and joking with each other, as if there was no one else around.

"Huff… huff… Just tell me, I just suddenly thought of something else."

Lianda buried her little head in the little maid's arms, while acting coquettishly and twisting around.

Laura lay weakly on the grass, letting her young lady act up. She really didn't have the strength.

"Miss, is the family crest that pervert gave you still there?"

"Ah? Oh, oh, it's still here, what's wrong?"

Lianda took out the family crest that El had just given her with a puzzled look.

"Looking at the pattern on the crest, it should be the family crest of the Salona family. I didn't expect that violent maniac to actually be a… a…"

As if thinking of something, Lianda's originally ingratiating and puzzled expression suddenly froze, and her pink cheeks became even more flushed.

"How is that possible? How could he be… no way, no way!"

Lianda jumped up from the ground and began to carefully examine the badge in her hand. She walked back and forth, circling around the little maid.

After a long time, the girl seemed to have made up her mind. Ignoring the little maid's obstruction, she ran wildly in the direction she had come from.

"Miss! Where are you going?"

Laura followed behind Lianda, panting and anxiously asking.

"Go back!"

"Ah? Where are you going? Aren't we going to Sunstrider Isle to see His Majesty?"

"The teleportation portal shouldn't have disappeared yet, I want to go back!"

Lianda, wearing a thick cotton coat, ran like a bloated penguin on the path in the city garden.

"But that per… Master El said that a war has broken out in the Hinterlands. Isn't it too dangerous for us to go now?"

Laura wanted to grab Lianda's arm, but the girl suddenly shook her off.

"It's too late, we have to hurry!"

"Ah?"

"Didn't His Majesty say that the shameless bitch from the Eclipse family has already gone to find… to find that… that man? If I'm any later, it'll be too late! Oh dear, I won't tell you, you wouldn't understand even if I did!"

Lianda covered her flushed face and ran even faster.

Laura: … Are all women so fickle?

…

Snowflakes filled the sky, but two figures, one tall and one short, walked on the rugged mountain road as if it were flat ground.

The dwarf and the elf were shining with fiery light from head to toe. These surging flames were like two oval eggshells, enveloping the two of them.

Along the way, the accumulated snow that touched the flame shield would instantly melt. Looking down from the high altitude, you could see that the endless mountains were like a white painting, and someone had painted two long traces on it.

"Lord El, are we really going to save Kima, that two-faced bastard? Maybe that weakling has already betrayed us."

Hermit wiped the sweat from his forehead. In such extremely cold weather, he was probably the only one who felt unbearably hot.

The young man shook his head amusingly and thoughtfully weakened the flame element on the dwarf's body. Hermit immediately felt that the originally scorching air suddenly became cooler.

"From the information provided by Aelân and Kurdran, it is not difficult to see that Kima should still be alive and well.

The reason why he didn't pass on the information is likely that the higher-ups of the Witherbark or Skullsplitter are controlling him with some kind of evil magic, or someone is monitoring him 24 hours a day, so he has no time to pass on information to us."

"But, didn't Kima say that the Skullsplitter trolls are going to summon Hakkar on Moon's Day (Monday)? Is it too rushed for us to save him now?"

Looking at the old dwarf in surprise, when did this muscle-brained brute actually learn to think for himself?

El didn't suspect anything and continued to explain to Hermit.

"This time we are 'taking a shortcut' to get the fragmented information from Kima about what has happened in the Hinterlands in the past few months before Moon's Day.

I suspect that there must be some ulterior motive for the Skullsplitter and Witherbark to unite so hastily this time and start a full-scale war with us. These secrets may even involve Hakkar the Soulflayer."

Looking at the vaguely visible mountain depression in front of him, El said seriously.

"Ahead is Jintha'Alor…"

The young man stood at the mountain depression, looking at the dense black spots and the faintly visible weak firelight below the mountain, and said with a gloomy expression.

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