Azeroth Monster Manual

In the ruins of Zul'Suro, a group of figures wearing gas masks and golden-red robes were busily working in every corner.

"Hurry up, you cowards, we don't have much time left!"

Olvidio shouted loudly, his voice muffled, while kicking aside the rubble under his feet.

"But... *cough*... my stomach is about to... *cough*..."

Edman leaned against a broken stone pillar, constantly retching.

"Hey, buddy, you need to know that the Brotherhood doesn't support idlers!"

Olvidio patted Edman's calf, saying with dissatisfaction.

"But... *cough*... but these troll corpses already stink, I really can't... *cough*..."

Edman couldn't hold back the urge to vomit any longer. He took off his gas mask and threw up on Olvidio's robe with a 'wah' sound.

"Damn it! You third-rate host, do you know how many credits this custom-made Archmage Robe, which only intermediate apprentices can buy, costs! I exchanged all my savings with the Godfather for it!"

Olvidio yelled beside the dizzy Edman, but unfortunately, he was too short. Even when he jumped, he could only hit Edman's knee.

The Brotherhood members beside them seemed oblivious to the farce, completely ignoring the two, because they were all eager to complete the task assigned to them by the Godfather: collecting the magic essence from the Zul'Suro troll corpses and anything of value in the city.

The Brotherhood had been established for nearly a year, but due to Aier's plans and his own lazy personality, it had never been able to perfect this loose organization.

Until three months ago, the Hinterlands plan was fully launched, and Aier decided to develop his organization.

With that earth-shattering battle between Aier and Antonidas, the heat gradually fermented.

The vast majority of low-level mages and a small number of mid-level mages in Dalaran began to stir. The reason was very simple: the Brotherhood's ideals and Aier Salona's power were worthy of their pursuit, willing to join this emerging organization.

After careful screening by the executive chairman Kael'thas and vice chairman Rommath, the Brotherhood absorbed a large number of low-level but energetic and creative fresh blood.

Although Antonidas strongly opposed this matter, Aier's words made him completely compromise.

"Speaker Antonidas, do you still remember our original bet? Except for the Eye of Dalaran, I don't want anything else. Moreover, I can also help the three councilors, Kael'thas, Kalecgos, and Ansirem, make the decision to permanently withdraw from the Council of Six. How about it? You can fulfill your ideal and make Dalaran a magical kingdom for humans. What do you say?"

Aier emphasized the word 'humans,' indicating that he had already grasped Antonidas's inner knot.

Antonidas was silent for a long time, but in the end, he compromised because he couldn't refuse the young man's proposal to make Dalaran a pure magical kingdom dominated by humans. Yes, the master of this magical kingdom was humans, and only humans.

In this way, Aier took away the low-level mage group that Antonidas had tried to suppress, and gave up three councilor seats.

It seemed like a loss, but Aier was already laughing in his heart. If Antonidas knew what the future of Dalaran would be like, then he would definitely not have such rigid thinking, let alone control the promotion of the bottom-level mages.

Half a year ago, Aier's mage tower was completed, and these Brotherhood 'low-level apprentices' naturally came to the young man's 'territory'.

The Aier Brotherhood is divided into six levels. The lowest level is the outer members, who account for the vast majority of the Brotherhood. These outer members usually do some rough and miscellaneous work.

For example, helping old butler Barton manage the plantation, alchemy workshop, or even being responsible for purchasing all the raw materials needed by the organization. These are all part of their job.

Next are the low-level apprentices. Low-level apprentices are generally those who are weak but followed Aier from the beginning. These people are also Aier's most loyal supporters. Low-level apprentices have no rights, but they are the future hope of the Brotherhood.

Then there are the mid-level apprentices. Mid-level apprentices are the backbone of the Brotherhood. It is not enough to have strength to become a mid-level apprentice. To become a mid-level apprentice, you must first have extraordinary talent or amazing talent, and then personal strength.

Most of the affairs in the organization are generally handled by mid-level apprentices, such as trading with a certain country, establishing diplomatic relations with which organization, who in the organization has made a mistake, who has made a contribution, and so on.

Olvidio Milhouse and 'Brush' Edman are the leading figures of the mid-level apprentices. They don't have much strength, but apart from strength, these two are all-round talents. Therefore, after careful consideration, Aier decided to let them become the leaders of the mid-level apprentices.

It is worth mentioning here that Little Milhouse also successfully advanced to mid-level apprentice last month because he developed a new spell and submitted it to the organization.

In order to commend him for his contribution to the organization, Kael'thas personally held a promotion ceremony for him and privately allocated him fifty credits.

Above the mid-level apprentices are the high-level apprentices. There are currently only Kalecgos, Ansirem, and Eran as high-level apprentices.

The evaluation method for high-level apprentices is relatively simple and crude. As long as the strength reaches the archmage level and passes Aier's personal assessment, they can be promoted to high-level apprentice.

High-level apprentices are not responsible for all the trivial matters in the organization, but they have the right to interfere with all the work of low-level mages and outer members.

Then there are Kael'thas and Rommath, who are second only to Aier. Although these two claim to be Aier's apprentices, it would be a bit impolite if Aier really didn't give them face, so he specially set up the positions of Executive Chairman and Vice Chairman for Kael'thas and Rommath.

The meaning of these two positions is also very simple and clear. When Aier is present, everything in the organization listens to Aier's command. If Aier is not present and cannot be contacted, or Aier allows the two to take full charge, then all affairs in the organization are led by Kael'thas and Rommath.

Three months ago, Aier not only improved the Brotherhood's system but also promulgated the organization's credit reward and punishment mechanism and promotion mechanism.

The content is as follows.

Promotion Mechanism

1. The Brotherhood organizes a promotion ceremony every three months. The promotion ceremony includes but is not limited to low-level and mid-level apprentices (mid-level may also be promoted to high-level)

2. During the promotion ceremony, there will be a special review agency to examine the contestants' physical fitness, elemental pool, beneficial magic, and equipment. If cheating is found, mid-level apprentices will be demoted to low-level apprentices, low-level apprentices will be demoted to outer members, and outer members will be directly expelled and never hired again.

3. Outer members have a total of 20 places to be promoted to low-level apprentices, and low-level apprentices have 5 places to advance to mid-level apprentices.

4. Members who have made significant contributions to the organization can be promoted at discretion and receive rewards.

Credit Reward and Punishment Mechanism

1. Outer members have a monthly salary of 5 gold coins, low-level apprentices have a monthly salary of 1 credit, mid-level apprentices have a monthly salary of 3 credits, high-level apprentices have a monthly salary of 5 credits, and the chairman and vice chairman's monthly salary is directly the responsibility of Godfather Aier Salona and will not be disclosed.

2. Credits can be traded and bought and sold. The organization will issue magic credit cards to credit holders. Credit cards must not be forged. If forgery is found, the credits will be cleared and no credits can be obtained within three months.

3. Credit Exchange List (Dynamic)

4. ......

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In this way, the Brotherhood gradually improved under the diligent efforts of Kael'thas and Rommath.

Aier: Don't I need face?

Although the Brotherhood's credit reward and punishment system is very complete and the purchasing power of credits is ridiculously strong, the Brotherhood members are facing an embarrassing situation.

The higher-ups simply don't assign them tasks, which means that, apart from the monthly fixed credits, they have no other source of credits...

This also leads to the apprentices living a hard life.

Let's put it this way, except for the outer members who are relatively busy every day, the middle and low-level members can only soak in the library of the mage tower every day.

The mid-level apprentices are okay, they can receive a salary of three credits a month, but the low-level apprentices are miserable. With only one credit per month, they can only painfully contribute all their belongings.

Most of the books in the library are recorded by Aier from the memory palace (Aier has memorized all the books in the Royal Library of Silvermoon City and the Library of Dalaran.). It has many precious books that Dalaran never had, which is why the apprentices come even if they go bankrupt.

Days passed day by day. The daily battles in Zul'Suro were constantly affecting their nerves. The glorious deeds of the mentor came from afar, which made them excited.

They also wanted to follow the high-level members of the organization to the Hinterlands to help the mentor kill all those troll scraps, but they were too weak.

Until a few days ago, Olvidio and Edman received news from Aier.

Go to the ruins of Zul'Suro to collect magic essence, and 50 grams of magic essence can actually be exchanged for one credit, which is simply a free credit!

This made the apprentices who had been suffocated so excited that they all came to the Aerie Peak through the permanent portal of the garrison without saying a word, and came to the ruins of Zul'Suro through the short-distance portal opened by the trio, which also led to the current scene.

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"Those two idiots don't know that 50 grams of magic essence can be exchanged for one point? They actually have the leisure to play around here..."

Kallein said gloatingly as he pried open the ruins of a house, searching for something.

"Hey, I wonder when we'll have permission to use the testing grounds. I'm really tired of watering those plants."

Anslem sat on the ground, his head lowered, his hands holding a hideous head that was already decaying, but the Archmage didn't feel disgusted at all. On the contrary, he seemed unusually excited.

Putting on a pair of white gloves, he slowly cut open the relatively intact troll head in his hand, took out a pool of gray translucent substance, and carefully put it into a crystal bottle that had been prepared in advance.

Satisfied, he clapped his hands, casually burned the troll's remains to ashes, and then Anslem turned his head and asked his two companions:

"By the way, how many points do you have now?"

Eran was also constantly searching for troll corpses, but obviously his luck was not good. This area had been scoured by numerous Brotherhood members, and even the shattered remains were not left for him, all burned clean.

"If you add the 300 grams of magic essence just collected, it's about 50 points."

"Alas, it's a pity that I exchanged for a bottle of Life Bloom supplement, and I only have 45 points even with the magic essence just collected."

Kallein sighed.

"It doesn't matter, I heard that the front line has already started fighting, we'll have plenty of opportunities."

"Haha, Eran, I feel much better after you said that. Brothers, hurry up, don't let those low-level apprentices beat us!"

Anslem laughed and put the collected magic essence into his space backpack. He was about to say something polite, but found that his two companions had already left him and ran to the upper three levels of Zul'Aman.

"You bastards, how dare you leave me alone to hog all the good stuff!"

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At dusk, the vast ancient capital of Zul'Aman was actually scraped clean in less than a day by hundreds of low and mid-level apprentices searching the area like a carpet, leaving not even a single corpse (burned), truly achieving a 'Clean Plate' operation.

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Orviddo sat on a brown burlap sack, staring at Edman beside him with an unfriendly expression.

"You bastard, don't even think about my stuff."

The old gnome jumped off the bulging burlap sack warily, hugged the sack in his arms, but the sack was too big, even if the old gnome tried his best, he could only hold a small part of the sack.

He cursed at the human in front of him as he retreated with difficulty.

"That's not cool, Orviddo. Aren't we friends? Friends should help each other. You look so tired, let me..."

"Don't even think about it!"

The old gnome's sharp roar startled Edman.

This cunning 'scammer' first rubbed his ears in pain, then walked to Orviddo's side and whispered something in the gnome's ear with a bewitching look.

"Is what you said true?"

Orviddo hugged his treasure tightly and asked warily.

"My lord, times have changed. If you had so much treasure in the past, you could sell it and we wouldn't have to worry about anything in this life, but now, the organization doesn't even look at this junk."

Seeing that Orviddo still looked suspicious, Edman rolled his eyes and continued while the iron was hot:

"Do you know how much a 50 cm wide Ar疣 hide sells for on the black market?"

The old gnome shook his head, looking blank.

Edman stretched out his five fingers and waved them in front of Orviddo.

"Five gold coins?"

Edman laughed and shook his head.

"Fifty gold coins? So expensive?"

Orviddo covered his small mouth and said in surprise.

"It's five hundred gold coins. Ar疣 can only be mass-produced in Quel'Thalas and Dalaran, but the Ar疣 farms in Dalaran are not very optimistic.

I don't know if it's because they can't adapt to the environment or what, but the Ar疣 raised in Dalaran are particularly small. In the end, they can't even be self-sufficient.

Antonidas, that old thing, scolds his mother every day, haha, I have to say that Instructor El did a really good job!

As for Quel'Thalas, you know without me saying, the good things in the Elven Kingdom rarely circulate outside.

So now the entire Eastern Kingdom is in short supply of Ar疣. All mages are proud to have an Ar疣 robe, so ah, an Ar疣 hide on the black market has now been炒到了天价 (hyped up to) 500 gold coins!"

Edman shook his head triumphantly, as if he had picked up five hundred gold coins for nothing.

"But our brothers are different. As long as you have two points, you can buy a complete Ar疣 hide, and three points can get you this epic-level custom-made Ar疣 robe you're wearing."

"Ah, now that you mention it, I realize that I bought this custom-made robe cheap."

Orviddo stroked the pattern on the robe carefully, and said happily.

"So, the high-level members of the organization don't even look at the junk you've collected. They'll give you 10 points for handing it in, but... if you give these 'junk' troll relics to me..."

A trace of greed flashed in Edman's eyes. He deliberately dragged out the syllables to whet the old gnome's appetite.

Orviddo was indeed fooled. The old gnome blushed and actually threw down the burlap sack in his arms, hugged Edman's leg, and shouted in his sharp voice:

"Stop beating around the bush, Edman, aren't we good friends?"

"Haha, don't worry. Since you said we're good friends, then I'll suffer a little loss. You give me this ten-point package, and I'll conjure up, bah bah bah, you give me these junk troll relics, and I'll give you twenty points directly, how about that?"

After hearing Edman's words, the old gnome's eyes seemed to be twinkling with stars. He couldn't wait to take out his points card and hand it to Edman, and then he struggled to push the big package on the ground to him as well.

"Haha, happy cooperation."

Edman also took out his points card. He activated his magic power, and after a while, four '正' characters were added to the old gnome's points card, while four '正' characters disappeared from his own points card.

This technology was also invented by El. The reason for doing this is because he wanted to make the transaction of points less troublesome, and this would also better identify authenticity and promote the circulation of points.

And the strange characters above (正 characters), the apprentices were even more amazed, because Instructor El said that they were Titan characters.

Orviddo looked at his points card with satisfaction. Just as he was about to leave, he turned his head again and said somewhat shamefully:

"Edman, you're a good person, but isn't what you're doing a violation of the organization's rules? Instructor personally stipulated that spoils of war cannot be taken away privately. If discovered..."

Edman wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, quickly turned his head, and whispered something to the old gnome.

Then Orviddo's eyes turned red, he bowed to Edman, and continued to look for 'treasure'.

"Phew... this little bean is really easy to fool, haha. He really thinks I'm going to sell these treasures to the dwarf bastards. How naive. I wouldn't give up my bright future for this junk...

When I melt down these Loa-infused sacrificial golds, my alchemy experiments will have enough materials. Then I'll give the recipe for the latest 'Genuine Treasure Hunting' potion to the instructor, and then... hahahahaha..."

Edman ran in the afterglow of the setting sun, laughing loudly as he went away.

But what he never expected was that the 'naive' Orviddo was actually hiding in a thatched hut, counting his spoils with a sly look on his face.

"Edman, you big idiot, he thinks I'm on the negative first floor, but I'm in the atmosphere!

Did he think I didn't know he was an intermediate alchemist? My precious son had already found out that he wanted to use the Loa-infused sacrificial gold for research.

To get this conceited idiot into the trap, I really put on a great performance, haha. I really want to see Edman's face when he opens the sack and sees the junk. It must be especially wonderful, hahahaha..."

...

The sky gradually darkened, and Edman contentedly bounced the big burlap sack behind him. Just as he was about to join the main force and return to Aerie Peak, a crisp sound attracted his attention.

"Clang clang..."

Edman quickly put down the sack and squatted down to check.

Sure enough, as he expected, there was a big hole in the sack, and the crisp sound just now was the sound of something falling on the ground from the sack.

"Fortunately, I discovered it early, otherwise these sacrificial golds... wait, what's this?"

Edman seemed to have discovered something, opened the sack and searched frantically.

"Copper? Iron? Pottery? Where's my gold? Where did my gold go?"

After a long time, Edman collapsed on the ground and let out an unwilling roar:

"Or-vid-do! I curse you, you bastard!"