Azeroth Monster Manual

Kainar reluctantly pulled out a pile of miscellaneous crystal bottles from his space backpack and carefully placed them in front of Al.

"Teacher, the materials are ready."

Kainar glared fiercely at the trembling gnome and retreated to the side.

"Mr. Wilfred, I can understand your current mood. You must have many questions before the ritual begins. I can give you five minutes to ask to your heart's content."

Al stroked his white index finger, speaking with an air of nonchalant generosity. Although he knew that this cunning gnome was most likely lying, the young man decided to give him a chance, after all, talent is hard to come by.

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Wilfred looked at the young man with a complicated expression, his face constantly changing with expressions of fear, suspicion, sudden realization, and finally, relief.

The gnome mage's pupils sparkled, no longer showing the fear he had before, but revealing a strong desire for knowledge.

"Master Al, Prince Kael'thas once said that you and Archmage Belo'vir developed the seventh-circle forbidden spell, Phantom Mirror. I only have one question now: What is the meaning of the final challenge in the illusion?"

The young man looked at the gnome, who was gradually calming down, with surprise. He thought that this clever mage would say something like begging for mercy, or something else, but what he didn't expect was that he would ask such a question.

"I admire your thirst for knowledge, it is one of the most valuable qualities of a mage."

Al walked to the window with his hands behind his back, looked at the stars in the night sky, and said softly:

"All the clues or trials in the Phantom Mirror are the most authentic reflections of your inner self, and the forms of those clues are just trigger mediums that we set up in advance.

For example, the trigger medium for the first level is a door. Whether the door should be open or closed, in fact, from the moment you see the door, your heart has already made a decision for you.

This kind of ideological transformation is unconscious and uncontrollable, so there is no loophole for cheating.

As for the demon you saw in the last level, well, if I remember correctly, it should be a hybrid of a Doomguard and a Dreadlord, right?

It seems that you haven't figured out the race of this demon, or you have never been exposed to this powerful high-level demon, relying entirely on the description in this remnant book. Am I right? Mr. Wilfred?"

The gnome mage wiped the cold sweat from his forehead while stiffly nodding. The young man's final guess undoubtedly spoke to the true thoughts in his heart. He had indeed never seen that demon.

"Getting back to the topic, the penultimate level will materialize the things you desire most in your heart, and the demon you saw is undoubtedly the thing you desire most and want to obtain most. From Kael's words, I learned that you seem to have been working hard to become a summoning master?"

Al turned his head and said to the gnome with great interest.

"No… That's right, my dream is to become the greatest summoning master in Azeroth, summoning the most powerful creatures in this world!"

Mentioning his ideal, the gnome mage, who was originally trembling with fear, suddenly became excited. He waved his small hands, subconsciously tiptoed, and said loudly.

"Hahaha…"

The young man's laughter was like a basin of cold water poured on Wilfred's excited head, causing him to suddenly wilt and return to his fearful appearance.

"A good dream, let's continue, where was I just now?"

"You were just talking about the penultimate test."

Kael'thas added in a timely manner.

"Very good, next I want to talk about the last level. The model of the last level is a hurricane. The hurricane represents crisis. In fact, the last test is just a bonus item, even if you stand still, you will not be eliminated.

What I want to test in this level is your comprehensive ability. This is an open test question, and there is no standard answer.

For example, some people chose to run away before the hurricane came, which is the most common option, but those who chose to run away undoubtedly failed.

Other people's choices are also varied, such as digging a hole after seeing the hurricane and wanting to hide in their own hole, and using their materialized illusions to escape or resist.

For example, you, Mr. Wilfred, you used the power of the materialized demon to eliminate the violent hurricane, successfully completing this level, although the real demon would not swallow the hurricane into its stomach in one bite.

Your subconscious tells me that you are a flexible-thinking and daring person."

The gnome listened to the young man's narration in a daze. He finally understood the true meaning of this illusion.

"The mentor's wisdom is simply as deep as the sea. I thought this illusion was just an ordinary seventh-circle forbidden spell. I didn't expect that the model circuit designed by the mentor could screen talents so efficiently, accurately, and without error.

If the Phantom Mirror could be implemented in Quel'Thalas, then there would be no more cases of hidden gems being buried, and the kingdom's high-level officials would not be occupied by those aristocratic families who hold high positions and do nothing for many years."

Kael'thas thought silently, it can only be said that the prince's thinking is still too naive and immature.

Quel'Thalas has been ill for a long time, and there is no soil for these grassroots talents to grow up healthily.

Even if this effective selection system is introduced, what will be ushered in will not be the golden age of the High Elves, but a more dirty and bloody battlefield, and those aristocratic families are the meat grinders and executioners on the battlefield.

The seven human kingdoms also have the same situation. The reason why Al and Belo'vir created this seventh-circle forbidden spell is to be able to recruit a large number of talents in a short period of time, in order to overtake on a curve, quickly accumulate strength, and complete the leap of capital, in order to cope with the great changes that will occur in this world next.

"Okay, Mr. Wilfred, since I have answered your question, then should you reciprocate and satisfy my little curiosity?"

Al walked towards the gnome while gesturing 'a little bit' with his thumb and index finger.

Wilfred kept retreating, until he had nowhere to retreat.

The gnome mage's heart was currently engaged in a fierce battle between heaven and man. He knew that if he handed over his secret to this experienced Master Al, who didn't seem like a young man, then his future fate would also be controlled by the young man along with the secret in his stomach.

"I… I…"

The gnome stammered, trembling, but couldn't make a decision for a long time.

"You bastard…"

Kainar took two quick steps, wanting to give the gnome mage a hard time, but was stopped by the young man, and could only retreat sullenly.

"Do you know why I laughed just now? It wasn't ridicule. The reason why I laughed was because I was very happy, happy to meet a true seeker.

Your dream is not humble, nor is it small, but you have taken the wrong path, Wilfred. You should have been a true summoning master, not a down-and-out mage who was kicked out of Dalaran and relied entirely on closed-door research, even if you have intermediate strength."

The gnome raised his head and looked at the sincere young man. The defense in his heart was like a flood that had burst the inner dam.

It is unknown which of Al's words touched his heart. When he raised his head again, the middle-aged gnome with two small mustaches was already in tears.

Being kidnapped, beaten (Kainar's slap), intimidated, and threatened, this cunning gnome had not been subdued, but the young man's words had completely overwhelmed him.

'Is my dream really not small, nor is it humble?'

The gnome mage murmured.

… …

"Hey, you guy, are you serious?"

Kainar looked at the gnome mage who was fiddling with the 'materials' he had brought with a look of disgust.

Wilfred continued to work as if he hadn't heard.

"Three dead rats… That's right, they are still fresh, three milligrams of stinky cockroach powder… Ugh, so smelly!

Three rotten murloc eyeballs… Thirty-three pairs of bat wings… …"

Wilfred first carefully checked the materials in his hand, and then, enduring the nausea, threw them all into the prepared cauldron.

Al crossed his arms and carefully observed the gnome's movements. He thought that this gnome was just bluffing him in order to save his life.

He didn't expect that he would actually add the materials to the spell in the remnant book seriously and meticulously.

Light green light shrouded the boiling cauldron, emitting an ominous aura.

Kael'thas covered his mouth and nose lightly, and also looked at the gnome's performance with a look of suspicion. He didn't believe at all that the "Summoning Grand Compendium of Summoning Masters" was anything of real value.

"Add one pint of fresh blood."

The dwarf gritted his teeth, took out a sharp dagger from his spatial backpack, and unhesitatingly slashed open his own vein. With his action, blood flowed out like it was free.

Kainel shuddered, his teeth aching. A pint of blood (500cc or half a kilogram), this little runt was really daring to release that much! Even a strong adult would be exhausted after losing 500cc of blood, let alone this short dwarf.

"It's unscientific! It's hard to say whether this dwarf even has a pint of blood in his entire body. How did he do it?"

Kainel muttered in disbelief.

As time passed, Wilfred's face became increasingly pale until the dark green liquid in the cauldron gradually emitted a faint glow. Only then did he stop the bleeding.

The dwarf staggered, almost falling, but he still supported himself on the wooden table beside him and struggled to stand up. He took out the magic wand from his waist and began to chant a spell.

"Boom!"

As the dwarf mage's incantation rang out, scorching flames lit up under the cauldron. The originally boiling green liquid emitted a pungent odor under the scorching of the flames.

…

Aier lightly sniffed the green powder in his hand, while the dwarf mage was lying on the ground, tinkering with something.

"Strange, they are clearly disgusting materials, but these powders unexpectedly don't have much odor. It's just that there's a… there's a…"

Kainel frowned, thinking about how to express the doubts in his mind.

"It's the aura of life. Just now, that dwarf injected a lot of blood. I guess it's very likely the aura of life."

Kael'thas said in a deep voice from the side.

Everyone was silent, no longer discussing this green powder, but concentrating on observing Wilfred not far away.

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I saw the dwarf mage holding a small bag, which was full of the green powder produced in the cauldron just now. At this time, he was meticulously 'drawing' on the ground with these powders.

After a long time, a complex nine-pointed star magic circle appeared in front of everyone.

"This is…"

Kael'thas and Kainel looked at Aier with puzzled expressions.

"If I'm not mistaken, this may be a summoning magic circle for summoning low-level demons."

The young man rubbed his chin and said with slight hesitation. Although he had rich experience (Gul'dan's experience), even after entering the Hall of Memories and searching his own related memories, he had never seen this kind of magic circle.

"Master Aier, the magic circle has been drawn. Do you need me to summon the Three-Eyed Witch now?"

Wilfred's face was pale and he was covered in sweat. At this time, he was like a patient who had been bedridden for many years, extremely weak.

"Are you sure you have summoned the 'Three-Eyed Witch' before?"

"I… I almost succeeded last time, but it may be that my body was too weak, and the ritual was interrupted at the last step."

The dwarf mage gritted his teeth and said truthfully after thinking for a long time. Now he was like meat on a chopping board, at the mercy of others, so he might as well be smarter.

"Nonsense, with your small body, you released a pint of blood. It's a miracle you didn't die."

Kainel continued to mutter in a low voice.

Aier was not angry, he just nodded thoughtfully, and then returned the incomplete book in his hand to the dwarf mage.

"You rest first, I'll try this spell."

"Mentor!" x2

Kainel and Prince Kael'thas wanted to say something in unison, but were interrupted by the young man waving his hand.

…

Aier stood outside the green magic circle emitting a fluorescent light, lightly chanting the incantation on the incomplete book. Strangely, the text on the incomplete book was actually Common, not the common Thalassian (Thalassian is also High Elven, and the spells used by mages in Azeroth are basically Thalassian).

As surging energy fluctuations surged in the magic circle, Aier knew that what was written in this incomplete book was actually true.

'The seemingly absurd incantation conceals too many useful things. Among the previous ingredients, only one or two may have a real effect, and the others are just to cover people's eyes. The most important casting medium should be that pint of blood.'

The young man thought in his heart, but the incantation in his mouth did not stop.

After a long time, as the incantation stopped, a strange aura came from the magic circle.

Feeling the sulfurous smell, everyone was stunned in place, looking at the creature that appeared in the magic circle with a suspicious expression.

A creature emitting a faint flame appeared in front of everyone. It looked like a miniature goblin, and the key was that it only had two vicious little eyes. Yes, this was not a Three-Eyed Witch at all! At this time, it was looking around sneakily.

Aier: … …

"God damn Three-Eyed Witch, isn't this just the most trashy Flame Imp? Useless trash except for throwing a few fireballs, no wonder even the most basic Soulstone is not needed!"

The young man kept cursing, wasting so much effort and half a day of his time, and he actually produced such a piece of trash that didn't even count as a low-level demon (can be understood as cannon fodder, basically useless).

"Arrogant and ignorant flesh creatures, you dare to despise the mighty Bizham! I will let the flames of the void burn your flesh and blood, hahaha, burn! Burn them all!"

The Flame Imp in the magic circle laughed wildly, throwing small fireballs around frantically.

But what was speechless was that perhaps the power of the fireballs was too weak, and even the stools and chairs in the room were not burned, only leaving a few shallow scorch marks on the surface.

Kael'thas: … …

Kainel: … …

Wilfred: … …

"Boom!"

Aier covered his eyes and casually used a Fireball to end this weak demon named Bizham.

"It's really a chicken rib. No wonder there is no information about this kind of demon in Gul'dan's memory. It's too weak and has no research value at all."

The young man rubbed his eyebrows lightly, saying with a frustrated expression.

Wilfred looked at his painstaking efforts disappearing under the young man's Fireball, and didn't know what to think in his heart.

But there must be frustration and helplessness. This guy who has always wanted to become the strongest summoner actually summoned (indirectly) a void creature that is not even as good as a beast, which made it really difficult for him to accept.

Just as he was lowering his head, imagining his miserable future with a bitter face, the young man's words were like a cup of clear spring, which made him regain his vitality all of a sudden.

"Ahem, Mr. Wilfred, are you interested in becoming my apprentice? I may be able to teach you some good knowledge here."

Aier asked with his hands behind his back, with a reserved expression.

A dwarf who doesn't rely on any shadow (fel) magic and has never undergone any systematic learning, even if he only summons (indirectly) a low-level demon, is a remarkable thing, which also proves the dwarf mage's potential and talent.

"Rea… Really?"

As if returning from hell to heaven, the dwarf mage almost jumped up and asked with an excited expression.

"I can directly grant you the position of a low-level apprentice. In the future, the Brotherhood may open a summoning department. If you can prove your talent, you may have a place as a summoning tutor in the future."

The young man said with a smile.

"Yay!"

Wilfred really jumped up this time, and his originally pale face became ruddy again.

…

Selina faced the cold wind and walked on the rugged path of the Hinterlands. She occasionally looked at the map in her hand and moved forward in the intended direction.

Two days later.

After some trekking, the girl finally came to Aerie Peak, but for some reason, she did not choose to enter Aerie Peak to see her uncle (Lusky), but bought a copy of the map of the outskirts of Zul'Aman from a dwarf civilian and left here.

"Grandpa Barton said that the Witherbark trolls and the Revantusk trolls seem to have some small moves. If I can obtain a lot of information in Zul'Aman during the time when Mr. Aier has not returned, then can I prove myself as Grandpa Barton said?"

The girl thought with a blushing face, and occasionally made a 'giggle' chuckle.

The girl was like a cheerful little bee. She ran lightly while shouting loudly.

"Target, Zul'Aman, move forward!"

ps: 5000 words two-in-one chapter

I have been busy these few days, and I almost get home around 9 o'clock every day. After this period of time, the author will add more updates and more explosions, sorry.