Azeroth Monster Manual

Looking at the flickering golden light in his hand, Ell was slightly surprised.

“I thought…”

The rising soul from the elven corpse suddenly reminded the young man of a quest in the Plaguelands in his previous life.

This book is first published on 𝕥 𝕨 𝕜 𝕒 𝕟 . 𝕔 𝕠 𝕞

“I thought a materialistic warrior like me would never comprehend the power of the Holy Light in this lifetime.”

The faint light of the remaining soul in the air seemed to still be thanking the young man, but Ell only smiled self-deprecatingly. He had only acted out of pity, not out of true paladin-like compassion.

“Fording would be really angry if he saw me like this.”

…

“Such weak Holy Light is useless to me for now. What exactly does Khaz'goroth want to do? He doesn't really want to train me into a hexagonal warrior, does he?”

The young man, like a nimble cheetah, sprinted and leaped through the dense troll buildings.

The cold wind brushed his cheeks, but failed to make him feel a trace of cold.

“Hopefully the centurion's information is accurate. The Altar of Zanza is still some distance from here. It's a pity, I wish I could fly.”

He casually pinned a 'stalker' he had startled to the ground. The gray giant wolf died silently without making a sound.

“Just an ordinary war wolf, not worth studying.”

The young man observed for a moment, then moved the wolf corpse to a dark corner and continued to dart forward.

Just then, a roar in the distance interrupted the young man's progress.

“Enemy attack! There's someone here… Ah!”

The shrill roar echoed in the night sky. Although it stopped abruptly after only a moment, it still alerted the patrolling guards.

The lights in the houses turned on, and in just a moment, the sleeping city had awakened.

“Which bastard… Damn it, could it be that idiot Hemet?”

Ell hid in the corner, his face pale as he watched the teams of troll guards pass in front of him, mixed with a small number of spellcasters.

The sudden chaos should have been an excellent opportunity to sneak in, but the thought that the source of the chaos was likely caused by the reckless old dwarf gave Ell a headache.

“Boom…”

“You felwood scum! Tremble before the might of Hemet, hahaha!”

“Thunder Stomp!”

The azure lightning and wild laughter faintly echoed, and even Ell, far away in the upper levels of Zanza, could hear it clearly.

While the young man was stunned, the war machine that was Zanza had already begun to turn, and more and more trolls were running towards the old dwarf's location.

Now the young man faced two choices. The first was to take advantage of the chaos and continue to the Altar of Zanza to find Kima.

The second was to immediately go and save the old dwarf.

Ell was in a dilemma. After struggling for a long time, he decided to go and save Hemet first.

“When I get back this time, I'm going to break that bastard's legs!”

His teeth gnashing, the young man shot like an arrow, rushing towards the old dwarf's location.

Time rewinded to five minutes ago.

Hemet tiptoed and opened the door of a thatched hut. Looking at the sleeping troll family, Hemet did not act, but searched the place and left.

The old dwarf was reckless, but not stupid. He knew that if he acted, his amazing destructive power would overturn the thatched hut.

Continuing the previous action, the old dwarf opened another door, and his rich hunting experience made him feel a hint of danger.

A light gray 'stalker' pounced at his face, its sharp fangs and foul-smelling saliva magnified infinitely in the old dwarf's eyes.

Hemet instinctively turned his body, and an uppercut squarely struck the giant wolf's abdomen.

“Hmph, little doggies like you, old Hemet always chops them up for bait…”

Before the old dwarf could feel complacent, a shrill roar came from inside the house.

“Enemy attack! Ah!”

Although the old dwarf quickly ended the troll's life, his dying scream attracted the attention of the patrol.

“There's a situation there!”

“It's a Wildhammer dwarf! Catch him, don't let him run!”

“Scout, sound the horn!”

“Woo…”

The long horn sounded in the silent night sky, and as time passed, more and more felwood trolls rushed towards him.

“Damn it, damn it, where's my invisibility potion?”

Frantically rummaging through his cotton coat, when he opened his coat pocket, he found that more than a dozen crystal bottles emitting a light gray fluorescent light had already shattered into a pocket of crystal slag.

Stroking the large wet patch, the old dwarf remembered why there was a crisp clanging sound when he waved his fist just now.

Taking off his cotton coat, the old dwarf tried to twist it into a rope. Seeing that it didn't work, he put the wet part to his mouth and desperately sucked it.

Whether it was because the cotton coat was of too good quality or the potion had evaporated, Hemet used all his strength, but not a drop of potion flowed out of the cotton coat.

Watching the troll soldiers getting closer and closer to him, Hemet could only give up completely.

In just a moment, the old dwarf turned into a small giant, the bricks under his feet cracked inch by inch, and the thatched huts beside him were squeezed and deformed by his huge body.

“You troll scum! Taste Hemet's power!”

“Thunder Stomp!”

Azure lightning flashed beneath Hermit's feet. With a valiant leap, the old dwarf plunged into the enemy ranks amidst the wails of the Evil Branch trolls, leaving a trail of charred corpses.

A tremendous dragon's roar echoed as massive rocks swirled around Hermit. The phantom of a colossal black dragon head materialized behind him. The old dwarf's already powerful, muscle-bound frame expanded several times over, making his strength even more astonishing.

This was the Epic Warrior's secret skill: [Dragon's Fury].

With a mere flick of his fist, the nearby Dwarf Peak instantly fractured, sending countless boulders crashing down, burying numerous trolls.

The old dwarf, with each punch and kick, utterly annihilated the approaching patrol.

"Hahaha..."

The unrestrained laughter reverberated through Xinsala, startling even Hexos, who was preparing a snack at the foot of the mountain.

"What's that noise?"

Hexos, both startled and enraged, set down her carving knife. This was one of the little indulgences Kima had prepared for her.

Upon the stone table, two weeping elven girls exchanged terrified glances, their sobs growing louder.

Both girls were already bound hand and foot, tied to the dining table, awaiting the High Priestess and her gigolo, Kima, to feast upon them.

"It must be those white-skinned pigs disturbing our patrol. These delicate elves always try to steal the secrets of the Evil Branch!"

Kima said ingratiatingly, supporting Hexos's forearm.

This work is compiled and uploaded by ~ ~

"Guard! Go see what's going on?"

Hexos gave Kima a satisfied look, then issued the order.

"Allow me to personally attend to you. These guards are always clumsy and careless. If those elven scouts were accidentally killed, it would be a disaster. After all, the flesh of those white-skinned pigs becomes exceptionally stiff after death."

Kima smiled obsequiously, his already hunched back bending even further.

Hexos cast a meaningful glance at her gigolo, a hint of suspicion and viciousness flashing in the depths of her eyes before reverting to her usual expression.

"My sweet, wait for me here obediently. I'll go see what's happening."

The High Priestess stroked Kima's face, a clear warning in her eyes.

"And..."

Kima respectfully lowered his head, listening to Hexos's instructions.

"Don't sneak any bites."

After a burst of light laughter, Hexos led a squad of guards away.

Kima raised his head, feeling the subtle gazes upon him. Although Hexos had taken away her most elite personal guards, she had still left many guards to watch him.

Lianda and Lola watched Kima slowly approach, their hearts filling with despair.

The two girls exchanged a glance and continued to wail.

Lianda sobbed, tears flowing from her nostrils, mixing with snot.

Two bubbles burst instantly in the cold wind. Kima looked disdainfully at the two little girls wrapped in thick cotton clothes and spat in contempt.

"Where did you get this thing?"

Kima pulled out an exquisite emblem from his bosom and asked in a low voice.

Lianda looked at the emblem in the troll's hand through tear-filled eyes, her wails growing louder.

"Waaah... don't eat me... my flesh is sour. If you want to eat, waaah... eat the young lady. She takes rose baths every day and always... waaah... always sprays perfume..."

The little maid, who had been pretending to be dead with her eyes closed, suddenly broke down when she saw Kima getting closer and closer.

"Lola, you little slut!"

The shrill voice attracted the attention of the guards not far away, but when these guards saw that the voice came from the two white-skinned pigs, they didn't care. This kind of situation happened at the High Priestess's place every day and was not a big deal.

Lianda, who had been trembling, stopped crying after hearing the little maid's betrayal and loudly denounced the little maid's treachery.

"Mr. Troll, don't listen to her. Her flesh tastes better than mine. She always secretly goes out to buy delicious things when I'm not around!"

"Waaah... don't eat me... please... don't eat me... waaah..."

"Eat her, just eat her!"

...

Kima looked at the farce in front of him with a dark expression. Is this what women are like? Truly a terrifying species.

"Shut up! If you cry again, I'll eat you both bit by bit!"

Lianda: ...

Lola: ...

Sure enough, you can't reason with women.

Kima looked at the two girls who had shut their mouths with satisfaction and raised the emblem again, placing it in front of Lianda.

"Where did this thing come from? Do you know the owner of the emblem?"

Lianda raised her eyes and looked at the emblem in the troll's hand, and she couldn't help but think of the young man's every frown and smile. Of course, this was all her imagination, because Ayr didn't smile at all back then...

"This is my fiancé's family emblem..."

Lianda murmured.

"You're lying! Lord Ayr is not your fiancé! He clearly likes me!"

The little maid also opened her eyes and said stubbornly.

"Bullshit, how do you know he likes you?"

"Because Lord Ayr only slapped me once, but he slapped you three times, so Lord Ayr doesn't like you, you old woman!"

Lola said loudly, sniffling.

Lianda: ... I was speechless.