Azeroth Monster Manual

The crimson velvet carpet stretched from the Tower of the Sunstrider to the Royal Court of Silvermoon. Two rows of Spellbreakers stood guard, these Royal Guards, dangerous and deadly to mages, stood ramrod straight. Their sharp, slender glaives were planted in their left hands, while their right hands held the Phoenix Kite Shields before them. Their golden-red Quel'dorei heritage armor gleamed with magical light.

The Tower of the Sunstrider—the mage tower of King Anasterian Sunstrider—was also the most magnificent structure in all of Silvermoon, and the annual Silvermoon Council meeting was held here.

Anenet Sanguinar arrived first, sitting somewhat stiffly at the end of the long table, waiting for his colleagues to arrive.

High Examiner Thas'alan Bloodwatcher followed closely behind, and the heads of the Flameweaver and Sunwing houses arrived together, chatting and laughing as they took their places near the head of the long table.

Bel'ovar Salonar teleported to his designated Speaker's seat, waiting with his eyes lowered, until a loud laugh echoed through the hall. The six councilors stood up, placed their left hands over their chests, and bowed slightly, performing a unified High Elf aristocratic salute.

King Anasterian Sunstrider arrived late, smiling and gesturing for the six councilors to relax. He handed the Quel'dorei Golden Staff, symbolizing royal power, to the attendant beside him and gracefully took his seat.

"Bel'ovar, you may begin."

"As you wish, Your Majesty."

Bel'ovar announced the start of the meeting with a solemn expression.

"The rangers of Windrunner Spire have detected suspicious activity from the Amani trolls in Quel'Thalas. I suggest we dispatch the first and second mage squads of the Sunfire Legion to reinforce the Farstrider Enclave.", the head of the Sunfire family said first.

The Sun King looked at Bel'ovar with interest, with no desire to speak.

"Let's vote."

… …

"The human lord of Stratholme intends to open a new port and trade with us. I believe… …"

… …

The meeting proceeded uneventfully. Quel'dorei had been at peace for over 4,000 years. Apart from occasional border skirmishes by their distant troll relatives, nothing major had occurred.

The meeting mostly involved discussions of civil affairs and petty squabbles between noble houses for profit. Anasterian even closed his eyes, using the time to rest.

As dusk approached, Bel'ovar stood up, cleared his throat, waking the Sun King, and prepared to announce the end of the meeting.

"I have an interesting matter to share with everyone, which my colleagues and His Majesty may find of interest," Thas'alan Bloodwatcher said slowly with a mysterious smile on his face.

"Oh? Thas'alan, please speak freely."

"It's like this. Last year's Magical Daily published an essay written by Bel'ovar's grandson."

The other five councilors turned their attention to Bel'ovar.

"This young El, uh, Mr. Salonar, provided a very startling argument…"

"As everyone knows, our Holy Relics Association has a huge conflict with the Dwarven Explorers Guild, and we have recently developed a new type of floating transport equipment. This greatly saves the time and cost of building a portal. The prototype of this equipment originates from Mr. Salonar's academic achievements."

"If I remember correctly, Bel'ovar's grandson is only 7 years old this year, isn't he?" The Sun King looked at his old friend with some surprise.

"That's right, Your Majesty, this academic achievement was indeed researched by my disappointing grandson…"

"At the time, in order to spur him on to greater heights, I compiled this research result into a paper and published it in the Magical Monthly. I didn't expect it to accidentally help Mr. Thas'alan Bloodwatcher."

"Speaker, you are too modest. Your grandson has world-class talent. He is a treasure of Quel'dorei," Thas'alan laughed.

"Speaking of Speaker's grandson, I am also reminded of something," Anenet Sanguinar said cautiously.

"I must say, your grandson is truly a genius, especially in alchemical engineering."

The Sun King's interest was piqued, and he rested his chin on his hand, looking intently at Baron Sanguinar.

As if encouraged, Anenet Sanguinar continued:

"The Stalkers of the Sanguinar family are at the bottom of the heap in the human countries, and I must say this is my dereliction of duty," Anenet Sanguinar said somewhat sadly.

"Arcane bestows upon us powerful magical talents, and it will inevitably deprive us of some physical abilities. This is not your fault, Anenet," Anasterian comforted.

"Sorry, Your Majesty, it was my fault, but recently Mr. El Salonar's other research results have greatly improved some of the weaknesses of our Stalkers.

We purchased a batch of kinetic energy from the Salonar Alchemy Workshop… …"

"Kinetic Boots."

The Flameweaver family head supplemented.

"Yes, Kinetic Boots. This alchemical product has excellent conductivity and can briefly unleash the speed of a lynx without producing any subtle sounds. It is said to have been developed using the unique biological characteristics of the Mana Spring Lynxes."

"Mr. Salonar's Limited Invincibility Belt, researched half a year ago, is like a second life for our Flameweaver soldiers."

"And… …"

The Sun King couldn't contain his curiosity and sat up straight.

"What an amazing talent. To have such achievements at such a young age. You have a good grandson, Bel'ovar," the Sun King said, patting the Speaker's shoulder with admiration.

"It was just something my unworthy grandson tinkered with," Bel'ovar said modestly, suppressing the smile on his face.

"Can I see this future pillar of our nation? Bel'ovar?"

"As you wish."

Bel'ovar bowed, and immediately arcane energy surged around him, disappearing from the spot.

In less than 5 minutes, the light of the portal shone, and a faint blue circular outline appeared in the hall. The councilors looked in amazement at the Speaker, who had returned with his grandson. Such exquisite spatial skills were indeed worthy of the Archmage.

El stood there dumbfounded, looking around at the surroundings. He had just been doing an experiment, and in the blink of an eye, he had been brought to this unfamiliar place by his grandfather, who was holding him by the scruff of his neck.

"Why don't you pay your respects to His Majesty, you rascal?" Bel'ovar scolded lightly.

"It doesn't matter."

The Sun King looked at the naive High Elf child in front of him with admiration.

"Come forward, the rising star of the Salonar family."

"Me?"

El looked blankly at the Sun King, who was about the same age as his grandfather, until Bel'ovar kicked him, and he staggered to Anasterian.

"Can you tell me about your recent research results?" The Sun King smiled gently, with no trace of the majesty of a superior.

"Which one would you like to hear about?"

Anasterian chuckled: "Let's talk about the Limited Invincibility Belt purchased by the Flameweaver family? Is that what it's called, a strange name."

"I'm not sleepy when you mention this."

Hearing that someone wanted to hear about his academic achievements, El excitedly patted the Sun King on the shoulder.

"Impudent!"

Bel'ovar looked grim and shouted, but the Sun King waved his hand, looking very pleased, and motioned for El to sit down.

"Why are you shouting so loudly?"

El didn't realize his situation at all, picked his ear and sat next to the Sun King, causing the five councilors below to break out in cold sweats.

"The materials for the Limited Invincibility Belt come from the Darkscale Crabs of Quiet Coast in Sunsail Anchorage and the Mana Striders of the Western Sanctum… …"

"Oh? This belt actually uses bionic alchemy? What a genius idea, please continue," Anasterian stroked his chin, looking thoughtful.

"In addition to having hard shells and sharp claws, Darkscale Crabs also have a special ability. I named this ability Thick Shell."

When facing danger, the Darkscale Crab activates its thick shell to resist damage, but this ability has a drawback. Although these creatures evolved into magical beasts under the Sunwell's radiance, their energy core is still too weak...

However, the Mana Striders near the Western Sanctum perfectly solve this problem. They possess a mana core that can be infinitely recharged. I only added a few runic circuits to minimize its flammable and explosive properties.

"Hmm, how much damage can it withstand?" the Sun King asked thoughtfully.

"Two Fireball Strikes from a mid-level mage, or a charged strike from a high-level warrior or ranger."

Clap, clap, clap. Anasterian applauded, making Aier feel a little embarrassed.

"I propose..." The Sun King stood up, picked up the Quel'dorei Golden Staff from the attendant beside him, and said solemnly,

"Grant Aier. Salona the title of Honorary Member of the Silvermoon Council!"

"Your Majesty, this... this is against the rules," Belovair hurriedly advised.

"Let's vote."

The Sun King remained unmoved, looking at his old friend with amusement.

"Seconded."

"Seconded."

...

"I abstain," Belovair said with some complexity.

Just as these influential figures, who could decide the fate of Quel'Thalas, were voting, Aier stared blankly at the virtual screen in front of him.

[You have obtained the title of Honorary Member of the Silvermoon Council. Silvermoon City reputation gain speed +20% while wearing this title]

[You have successfully taught Anasterian Sunstrider]

[Your Darkscale Crab material has been consumed]

[Your Mana Strider material has been consumed]

[Randomly extracting 10% of the target's random attributes]

[Congratulations, you have obtained 10% Spell Power from Anasterian Sunstrider]

'Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, I'm rich, I'm rich!'

Feeling the strange changes occurring within his body, Aier revealed a perverted smile, chuckling incessantly.

"Aren't you going to thank His Majesty, you little rascal?" Belovair's loving iron fist landed on Aier's head, finally waking the young high elf from his fantasy.

"Tha-thank you, Your Majesty."

Wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth, Aier showed signs of solidifying his moe tendencies.

"Dear Honorary Member, perhaps I can get first-hand information on your future research results?" The Sun King looked at Aier with some anticipation.

"Ah? Oh, no problem, Your Majesty can ask me anything you don't understand."

"Impudent!" Belovair couldn't wait to shut his grandson's mouth.

"Haha, it's settled then."

Anasterian laughed heartily without any airs, and the annual Silvermoon Council meeting ended just like that.

"You little brat, what are you grinning about? Hurry up and come home with me."

"Call me Councilor, hehe, hehe."

"Looks like you're itching for a beating, take my Fireball!"

"Ah, the old geezer doesn't play fair!"

"Call me Grand Councilor Grandpa!"

...

Time flies like a white horse passing through a crack, and three years have passed in a flash.

"Frankie, you clumsy oaf, this is an ounce of Sunwell water, I'm going to kill you!"

A half-grown elf child, wearing an exaggerated white robe, or rather a white coat, was currently raging, pointing at the golden liquid in the test tube that had been mostly evaporated.

'Frankie' was Aier's experimental assistant, a semi-alchemical mechanical construct, one of Aier's few masterpieces over the past three years.

Archmage Rommath once highly praised it: 'Frankie's birth is a small step for Silvermoon City, a giant leap for the rise of arcane magic.'

Aier, with his short stature, stood on a chair, poking at the control core of the intelligent construct in fury. Frankie's 3-meter height was simply too tall for a 10-year-old Quel'dorei child.

After scolding Frankie, who displayed a pitiful, anthropomorphic expression, Aier carefully put away the purified Sunwell water.

"Humanoid lifeform detected approaching—identity verification—welcome, Councilor Belovair."

A crisp synthesized voice echoed in the mage tower, and Belovair's figure suddenly teleported into the laboratory.

"How many times have I told you, you little rascal, can't you change 'Councilor' to 'Grandpa'?"

Belovair looked at Aier with some reproach, then smiled.

"Of course, Grandpa."

Aier continued to clean up the messy workbench without even looking up.

"How's your consideration going? Falserien Academy has visited this old man for the fifth time."

"I don't think my professional skills are sufficient. My understanding of the arcane arts is far from reaching the level of a professor."

"You little brat..."

Belovair smiled helplessly, looking at his grandson with doting eyes.

"If I'm not mistaken, the magical fluctuations emanating from your body are already at the level of a high-level mage, right?"

"The level of the ring doesn't represent anything."

Aier stopped what he was doing and looked at his grandfather with a serious expression.

Belovair: A bit of Versailles going on there.

...

The great scientist Albert Einstein once proposed a very interesting hypothesis.

After research, the brain capacity of an average, normal person is developed to 3% to 5%, {taking the maximum value of 5%}. If the brain could be developed to 100%, then humans would become supreme 'deities'.

If the brain domain can be continuously developed, then the host will inevitably gain some incredible abilities. After Einstein's death, his brain was secretly taken away by the pathologist in his hospital for research and sliced up for scholars in various countries.

After research by scientists, it was found that Einstein's brain domain development reached an astonishing 13%, which is a terrifying number.

In layman's terms, this creator of wisdom, a combination of ordinary and noble, humanity's greatest scientist, Albert Einstein, had an intelligence 2.6 times that of an average person.

Nine years have passed since arriving in this world. If you were to open Aier's magical notes, they would already be densely filled with as many as 23 research topics.

This means that 23 types of Monster Compendiums have also been activated, with brain domain development reaching an astonishing 28%, and he has obtained his first legendary skill—[Hypermnesia]

[Hypermnesia]: Accurately replicates the things the host experiences through their five senses into the memory palace

Everything Aier sees is stored in his memory palace as an audiovisual recording, and digested, absorbed, and transformed into his own at a speed that is difficult for ordinary people to understand.

He can extract three-dimensional images of everything he has experienced at any time and place, with clarity down to the reflection of trees in the eyes of a bird, and every raindrop in a torrential downpour.

Simply put, it's like having a photographic memory, which makes Aier's biological research even more successful, and the unexpected joy that comes with it is the improvement of his realm.

From mage apprentice to 5-ring high-level mage is a long process even for the Quel'dorei, who call themselves children of magic. The promotion of each stage can take centuries, while Aier only took a mere three years.

In addition, with the wool he pulled from the Sun King, it is no exaggeration to say that in this world that is about to undergo earth-shattering changes, Aier already possesses a certain degree of self-protection.

"Forget it, since Falserien is so sincerely inviting me, then I'll reluctantly go and be a professor for a few days."

"This doesn't sound like you, you little rascal. Could it be that the latest research project has reached a bottleneck?" Belovair said with a strange expression.

"Let's just say that. When are we leaving?" Aier said while directing Frankie to put the experimental equipment into the spatial backpack.

'With my current strength, it's time to start a new plan.'