Azeroth Monster Manual

On the battered greatsword burned a raging inferno, a slightly hunched figure darting through the dense ranks of the withered wood trolls like a butterfly flitting among flowers.

With graceful movements, he wielded the greatsword as if dancing, a swift horizontal slash often felling a large swathe of the withered wood army.

After a long while, a large pile of corpses lay beside Ayr, surrounded by countless withered wood warriors, their courage shattered by "Jima's" valor, cowering and不敢轻易上前.

Ayr stood his ground, greatsword held defensively, his eyes scanning the battlefield like a hawk, eventually settling on the flank of the withered wood army.

Even standing motionless, the withered wood trolls surrounding him dared not act rashly, until shouts of battle gradually rose from behind, signaling their doom as the main force of the Evil Branches arrived.

Only then, prodded by their comrades, did these withered wood trolls reluctantly charge forward.

"Found you!"

Ignoring these cowardly weaklings, Ayr leaped over three zhang high, 'flying' at an improbable speed directly towards the flank of the withered wood army.

The burning blade blazed brilliantly in the air, like a shooting star plunging into the flank of the withered wood army in a flash.

Several withered wood witch doctors were casting enhancement spells on the frontline warriors when they suddenly noticed the sky darkening above, desperately calling out to the guards beside them.

"Stop him! Stop him now!"

Hundreds of elite withered wood guards quickly surrounded him, while the witch doctors steadied themselves and frantically hurled magic at "Jima."

"Swish…"

A ripple of blazing white flames erupted from the battered greatsword, instantly turning the front ranks of elite withered wood guards to ashes before they could even reach the youth.

The wave of flames continued unabated, causing the elite guards in the rear to panic and flee upon witnessing their comrades' fate, retreating to the side of the witch doctors who had just finished casting their spells, staring in terror at the seemingly nonchalant troll (Ayr, here in troll form, is referred to as Jima), as if nothing had happened.

Just then, the voodoo magic cast by several witch doctors arrived before Ayr, the spells bizarre in shape and varied in color.

Activating his hypermnesia, the youth carefully examined these diverse spells, then allowed them to strike him.

Hundreds of elite guards tensely watched the "hit" Ayr, constantly swallowing saliva, hesitant to advance even under the urging of the witch doctors behind them.

Ayr's feats in recent days had been too terrifying, single-handedly slaying tens of thousands of withered wood trolls, and that was only those whose corpses could be found, with many more obliterated by his shadow magic, leaving not even ashes behind.

The withered wood trolls had given this killing machine many nicknames, some normal like Ten-Thousand-Kill Jima, Black Magic King Jima, and some outrageous like Withered Wood Bane and Son of Bwonsamdi.

In short, these brave and savage trolls had been utterly conquered by Ayr's bloodlust and madness on the battlefield, and if not for their opposing factions, they might have knelt devoutly, offering Ayr their fealty.

The colorful lights on his body gradually dissipated, and the youth blinked, looking down at his chest.

After a moment, he shook his head helplessly.

"Weakness, blindness, poisoning, hallucination, and a hint of shadow – leaving aside the power of these miscellaneous voodoo magics, their composition is fundamentally unsystematic.

If the magic learned by mages is formally educated, then the voodoo magic used by these witch doctors is self-taught, old wives' remedies, lacking any direction or value for research, truly a pity."

With a soft sigh, Ayr raised the greatsword, the raging flames on its blade extinguished after the previous wave of fire, but with the youth's action, a faint layer of shadow began to envelop the blade.

"It…it's appearing! The Black Magic King's black magic!"

A withered wood elite guard wildly waved his arms, screaming in terror, and before his companions could stop him, the frightened wretch fled into the distance like a madman.

As he ran, he frantically shouted things like "The Black Magic King is invincible."

"Another one gone mad."

The corners of the youth's mouth curved slightly, but unfortunately, Ayr was not in his original handsome form, and this smile, which should have been captivating, looked sinister and terrifying on Jima's wretched face.

Withdrawing his smile, Ayr began his charge, his speed so fast, like an elusive wind, that he burst into the midst of the bewildered elite guards in less than a second.

Greatsword thrusting, sweeping, chopping – with just these few simple actions, the originally numerous withered wood guards all trembled and fell.

The few witch doctors stood in place in terror,不敢去看 the fallen guards, these elite guards, at least rank 4 in strength, handpicked from the withered wood tribe, now all slain here by Ayr.

A black mist began to rise from the bodies of these dead elite guards.

Upon closer inspection, their wounds inflicted by the greatsword were rotting grotesquely, and the shadow magic, like a bone-deep disease, continued to erode their corpses, showing no signs of dissipating.

As the few witch doctors were immersed in fear and disbelief, Ayr brushed past them, heading towards the center of the withered wood army.

"Thump…"

The few witch doctors fell to the ground as if on cue, unknowingly dead.

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"The [Magic Steal] ability can be further developed; imbuing the stolen magic onto weapons still feels a bit childish."

Ayr wielded the greatsword with one hand, felling the withered wood barbarians blocking his path, while stroking his smooth chin with the other, seemingly lost in thought.

He was now immersed in his own world, unconsciously raising, swinging, and raising the sword again.

Such simple actions took on a different meaning in the eyes of the withered wood trolls blocking his path.

They saw the "Black Magic King Jima" strolling leisurely through an army of hundreds of thousands, easily infiltrating the flank as if picking something out of a bag, then killing their important high-ranking witch doctors.

And after killing, he didn't leave, but continued towards the center of the battle formation - the direction of the warlord, with swathes of their compatriots falling under his sword with every gesture.

"The Black Magic King is here! Run!"

"Son of Bwonsamdi, please forgive my sins…"

"Help… who… Ah!"

Cries, shouts, curses – initially, there were high-ranking professionals who wanted to stop Ayr's advance and kill him here, but when they stood before Ayr, they were no different from the low-ranking professionals (ordinary soldiers).

The youth simply swung a few more times, and these high-ranking professionals, who considered themselves the pride of heaven, were all felled here like melons being sliced and vegetables being chopped.

From then on, no one dared to stop Ayr's advance, and the trolls who approached Ayr now deeply regretted not having been born with two extra legs, scattering in all directions without regard for anything.

Thus, a blank line appeared in the massive battlefield involving 300,000 trolls, and Ayr was the thread of that line.

"Stealing magic and then attaching it to weapons or allies is indeed a good idea.

It's a pity that the shadow magic in my body is still too thin. If it could automatically recover like the power of life (plus the other four, omitted here) and the power of Loa, then my melee attack methods would be more diverse.

I wonder if this counts as a magic swordsman? How do I compare to that old woman in Suramar?

Aier smacked his lips and continued to move forward unconsciously.

That's right, the flames and shadows on the sword just now were not directly applied to the weapon by Aier, but rather he used a more ingenious method, which he calls - weapon enchantment.

Don't let the ordinary name fool you, its principle is not ordinary at all.

Since learning the skill [Magic Steal], Aier has been thinking about how to develop this "useless" magic into his trump card.

Calling it useless is actually not wrong, because [Magic Steal] is not a ranged skill, but a melee skill, literally meaning that if you want to steal other people's magic, you have to use your weapon to touch the target's body.

However, the enemy is not a fool. Wouldn't it be better to directly kill the enemy you can cut? Is it necessary to use magic steal?

This magic cannot be used against enemies that cannot be cut, so it is useless.

Such a useless magic once gave Aier a headache. You must know that this skill was a heaven-defying ability in the game in his previous life.

In this way, Aier began his research journey.

Hard work pays off. During another experiment, he was surprised to find that he could actually steal his own magic and skills.

He first stored the high-level fire magic, shock wave, on the blade. The principle is the same as the staff and wand, but it was replaced with a weapon, and ordinary knives and swords do not have good magic conductivity.

This kind of thing that is impossible for other mages became possible under Aier's powerful micro-control ability.

In this way, he stole his own magic and applied it to his sword!

The originally unremarkable blade had the burning ability of fire magic. The most important thing is that the blade also has a legendary-level charged shock wave, which can be freely controlled by the caster!

Once you understand one thing, you understand everything. Aier not only researched flame magic enchantment, but also frost magic enchantment, arcane magic enchantment, and even Loa divine power enchantment, earth divine power enchantment, etc., etc., etc...

In short, the originally complex energy in his body suddenly shone brightly and suddenly became useful.

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"Um... where am I??"

A gentle breeze blew, and a strong smell of blood rushed towards him. Aier suddenly woke up from his own world. He looked around blankly, feeling the mountains of corpses under his feet.

"The Black Magister killed Overseer!

"Kromwood is finished!"

"Run away…"

The young man scratched his head. He only had a slight impression of everything that had just happened, but he was immersed in his own research and couldn't extricate himself, so naturally he didn't pay much attention to it.

"Did I just... cut Overseer Kromwood to death?"

The young man rubbed his eyebrows bitterly, "grabbed" the tattered corpse on the ground in front of him, and looked at it carefully.

"Why is this old boy so fragile? He's still embarrassed to call himself an epic warrior, bah!"

Aier spat disdainfully and prepared to continue his massacre, but at this moment, he finally realized something.

"Damn it, my plan!"

Aier slapped his thigh angrily, quickly put the poor overseer's corpse on the ground into his space backpack, and then ran wildly towards the "friendly" battle line.

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On the other side, Shadra'Alor

Salorien was wielding Quel'Delar to reap the lives of the Kromwood trolls. In Azeroth, a world where individual power trumps everything, the first ability to test a commander is not strategy, let alone objective reasons such as status and family, but whether he is brave enough (strength).

For example, the large and small commanders in the original timeline were all influential figures.

The Alliance's Anduin Lothar, Turalyon, Uther, Alleria, Kurdran...

The Horde's Blackhand Chieftain, Orgrim Doomhammer, Gul'dan, Zul'jin of Zul'Aman...

These leaders all have amazing strength and are constantly fighting on the front lines.

Salorien is the same. At this time, he is not like the marshal of the coalition, but more like a warrior enjoying the battle.

Unlike the battle with Aier, he was already firing on all cylinders at this time, and he showed no mercy to these troll trash.

A faint red light flickered uncertainly on Salorien's body. This is the unique energy of warriors above the intermediate level - rage.

I saw him holding up Quel'Delar, and with just one [Charge], he dispersed the Kromwood headhunter squad that was constantly throwing spears at the coalition forces in the distance.

"Rumble…"

A cone-shaped translucent energy wave instantly stepped out from under the legendary warrior's feet, and before the Kromwood headhunters could react, they were crushed by this violent energy.

Epic warrior secret skill [Shockwave]!

The legendary warrior did not stop, his sharp eyes scanned the entire battlefield, and soon he found a new prey.

A deformed troll taller than a two-story building was fighting with Serinar.

"Serinar, you are not his opponent. Go and join Ansirem and the others. If possible, burn down the Kromwood altar for me."

Salorien pushed away the girl who was casting a spell. He quickly lunged forward and came in front of the deformed troll.

It was already too late to attack, because the deformed troll's two fists, which were bigger than siege hammers, had already slammed down hard.

Helpless, Salorien could only hold the sword in both hands and hurriedly hold it above his head.

There was a loud "bang", and the legendary warrior staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"Damn it, what kind of brute force is this, even greater than that stinky boy Aier's power."

Salorien spat out a mouthful of scarlet saliva.

"Go away quickly, don't distract me!"

The legendary warrior roared angrily while attacking the deformed troll in front of him.

Serinar glanced worriedly. She bit her lip tightly and left here under a burst of pale purple arcane fluctuations.

Earthy yellow light lit up on Salorien's body. The roar just now was not just to remind Serinar to leave here.

High-level warrior secret skill [Battle Roar] released! (Increase attack power)

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"Huff... huff..."

Salorien leaned on his long sword, breathing heavily. Although the troll berserker (deformed troll) was only at the epic level, his defense had already touched the threshold of legend. Coupled with his brute force, which was even more terrifying than a kodo beast, this was undoubtedly a tricky enemy.

But it was only tricky. As a legendary warrior, Salorien naturally understood how to face such an opponent. In just a few dozen rounds, the legendary warrior beheaded this big guy with his own sword.

"I wasted too much time here. I don't know how that stinky boy is doing."

Just as Salorien mounted his horse and prepared to continue to go deeper with the coalition forces, a bright firework in the sky attracted his attention.

"Damn it! That stinky boy Aier actually broke through the Kromwood defense line so quickly! Are those Kromwood trash all fools!??"

"Neigh..."

The legendary warrior pulled the reins with a solemn expression and galloped towards the depths of Shadra'Alor.