Azeroth Monster Manual

"Hermit, you idiot, be quieter!"

"Oh…"

"How many is this?"

"Forty-six. It's a pity there are so few spellcasters on their own. Otherwise, we could have killed all the Evil Branch spellcasters tonight."

The boy wiped the blood from [Sunburn]. This epic-level dagger was either lucky or unlucky. As a magic dagger, it was actually being used as an assassination weapon by Ayr.

Looking at the slightly curled blade of Sunburn, the boy couldn't help but sigh. It was time to find himself a decent assassination weapon.

Hermit deftly dragged the corpse of a voodoo warlock into a dark corner, then drank a bottle of light gray potion. After a moment, the old dwarf's figure gradually became transparent until it disappeared completely.

"Save some, I only have 367 bottles left…"

Ayr kicked the invisible old dwarf, and said with dissatisfaction.

Hermit: How is it that Lord Ayr is becoming more and more… what's that word called again? Right, Versailles. Lord Ayr is becoming more and more Versailles.

The old dwarf muttered softly, but still touched the remaining few bottles of [Lesser Invisibility Potion] in his arms.

"Lord Ayr, we have at most 6 hours left before dawn."

"Well, then let's let these scraps go for now. We'll split up. If you find that bastard Kima, contact me with the communication stone."

"Yes!"

… …

After the two arrived in Zul'Aman, they had been searching for Kima's whereabouts, but this city was about four or five times larger than Silvermoon City.

This also made their search extremely difficult. They could only search room by room. If they encountered any lone professionals or spellcasters, the boy and the old dwarf wouldn't mind helping them end their miserable lives.

Now the two had killed forty-eight professionals, but they still hadn't found Kima's whereabouts, so they decided to split up.

Ayr activated [Super Scent], carefully smelling the scent within a ten-mile radius, but the trolls' strong body odor was really too much for him to bear, and in the end, he could only turn off this somewhat useless skill and continue searching house by house.

The moon was in the middle of the sky, and the boy became more and more anxious. Dawn was not far away, but the search progress had not even reached one-tenth.

Just when Ayr was at a loss and didn't know what to do, his excellent vision allowed him to notice an abnormality.

In the dark Zul'Aman, there was actually a small house brightly lit, with faint sounds coming from inside from time to time.

Ayr followed the direction of the light and climbed towards the upper level of Zul'Aman.

Speaking of Zul'Aman, we have to mention the structure of this ancient troll capital (the historical background was introduced earlier, so I won't go into details).

Zul'Aman was built in a valley in southern Hinterlands. The hardworking Evil Branch trolls built their homes generation after generation, hollowing out the entire huge mountain.

If you look down from the sky, the overall structure of this troll city is terraced, divided into eight layers (the author counted them himself), each layer occupying a very large area, with densely packed stone houses and buildings.

Arenas, altars, beast pens, barracks, civilian areas… all are neatly distributed in different locations on each layer.

Ayr and Hermit were in such a complex and huge city, and even after searching for a long time, they had only searched the first layer.

The boy bathed in the cold wind, like a lithe cheetah, often able to cross an entire layer with a light leap, until he climbed to the fourth layer, when he finally saw the small house with a faint light coming from the window.

He clung tightly to the stone wall, quietly turning his head to check the movements inside. The windows were woven from thatch, but thatch obviously couldn't effectively block the cold wind, but the trolls were naturally strong and sturdy, and coupled with excellent frost resistance, they had no fear of the cold winter.

Perhaps the only thing that could trouble them in winter was the scarcity of food.

"Why would High Priest Hex look at that sissy who only knows how to lick people's toes? Kunk is the strongest warrior in the tribe!"

A male troll, even taller and stronger than ordinary trolls, was tearing at the arm of a humanoid creature.

He was cursing at his companions, but his companions were also eating, but they didn't echo him, but laughed loudly.

"These beasts!"

The boy's expression froze slightly when he saw the trolls eating, because the object they were eating was actually an elf, one of his own kind.

The poor elf was already unrecognizable, only the slightly bulging breasts and slender waist were still intact, the other parts had already been eaten clean by these man-eating villains.

Ayr turned his head away, unable to bear to look at the tragic state of his compatriot.

But he was not in a hurry to act, but listened carefully to the conversation in the house.

"Kunk, if you knew how to lick toes, maybe that troll on the High Priest's bed would be you, haha."

"Hahaha…"

"Besides throwing javelins well, Kunk doesn't know how to get the woman he wants at all."

"It's a pity that a beauty like High Priest Hex is being taken advantage of by that two-legged sheep from the Deadwood Tribe."

"Shh! Keep your voice down. We have an alliance with the Deadwood Tribe now. If the Sergeant hears it, he'll have us go to the front line as suicide squads. I don't want to face those white-skinned pigs' magic and arrows."

… …

Ayr frowned, discerning the valuable information in it.

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Time passed slowly, listening to the increasingly chaotic conversations and shouts inside, Ayr finally got the information he wanted.

With the sound of a slight spell, a light purple soundproof barrier completely enveloped the small house.

A cold look appeared on the boy's face, and he walked in without saying a word.

After a long time, the screams in the house disappeared one by one. With the existence of the soundproof barrier, the boy didn't care at all whether the dying wails of these scraps would attract the attention of the Evil Branch troll army.

Lifting the neck of the last troll who had not yet died, Ayr looked directly into his eyes.

[Mental Judgment] activated.

"What's your name?"

"Kunk…"

The troll stared blankly at the air in front of him, but his lips moved unconsciously.

"What is your position?"

"Headhunter Third Division Centurion."

… …

After some interrogation, Ayr snapped the neck of this unlucky guy, and the anger in his heart gradually disappeared with the troll's death.

Looking at the fragmented corpse on the dining table, a trace of shame could not help but appear in the boy's eyes. If it weren't for him, the life of this woman (girl) might have been more exciting, instead of becoming food for the Evil Branch trolls and being served on the table.

Gently lifting the woman's remains, the boy took out a pure white robe and wrapped it around her body.

'I'll take you home… …'

The boy murmured silently…

At this moment, that long-lost throbbing buried in his heart reappeared.

Feeling the warm and gentle power deep in his body, Ayr was momentarily in a trance.

"Humility, honor, sacrifice, courage, compassion, soul, honesty, justice."

At this moment, the eight virtues of knighthood resounded in his mind.

At this moment, the power of compassion blessed him.

At this moment, golden light shone brightly, and the girl's soul appeared above the corpse, smiling and waving to the boy, gradually dissipating.

At this moment, the boy was in tears.

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