Azeroth Monster Manual

Waving goodbye to the Sun King and his legendary entourage, El turned around, pressed down on the two girls' heads, and said with a displeased expression:

“What exactly is going on with you two?”

“I… I…”

Lianda wrung her two fair fingers like a little girl, stammering and unable to speak.

“Lord El, we came specifically to find you.”

The little maid not only showed no fear but also grabbed the young man's wrist and said with a face full of excitement.

“Hmm?”

El disgustedly pulled back his hand, looking at the two with a puzzled expression.

…

And so, through Laura's chattering, El finally understood the whole story.

Clutching his forehead with a slight headache, he really didn't know how to treat this pair of treasure-seeking 'long-distance wives'.

Adding to that, this little girl named Lianda was also the High Princess personally appointed by Anastaria, and the Sun King didn't mention taking the two away when he left.

This kind of blatant scheme was something El couldn't refuse. First, there was a free maidservant leader, and now these two burdens were being pushed onto him. Well, leading one sheep was the same as leading a flock, so let it be.

El comforted himself in this way.

“Forget it, stick close to me.”

Shaking his head helplessly, there was still a lot of aftermath to deal with. He really didn't have time to waste on this pair of treasures and could only let them stay by his side for the time being.

Laura gave a 'yay' gesture to Lianda, who had a flushed face, and then pulled her wrist, closely following behind El.

To verify some of his guesses, El didn't leave through the portal but began to search.

It was nearly dawn, the coldest time of the day. Although he was only wearing a thin robe, El didn't feel too cold.

On the contrary, the two girls wearing thick cotton clothes were shivering from the cold. Helpless, El could only snap his fingers, casting a Flame Shield on each of them to ward off the cold.

The war between the Evil Branches and the Deadwood lasted for about three days. The originally peaceful Zul's Altar had already been razed to the ground in the battle between the young man and Hakkar. Even the troll corpses that died in the ruins had been turned into Hakkar's nourishment.

Although this was all planned by him, El couldn't help but sigh when he saw the ruins everywhere.

The three walked and stopped along the way. To take care of the two delicate girls, he had to be patient. Finally, after more than ten minutes of searching, El finally found what he wanted.

A flickering, translucent figure was aimlessly wandering in the ruins.

Lianda and Laura almost screamed when they saw the figure. Fortunately, El noticed it in time and quickly covered their mouths.

“Shhh.”

Signaling them not to make a sound, El then lowered his hand.

“What… what is that?”

Lianda shrank behind the little maid, saying with a slightly trembling voice.

“A spirit elf, or rather, a night elf ghost.”

The young man looked at the wandering ghost with a complex expression, saying softly.

“Then are we here to destroy it?”

Laura tiptoed, whispering into El's ear.

“Hey, that's too close!”

Before El could react, Lianda, who was just timid as a mouse and couldn't even speak clearly, grabbed the little maid's ponytail and pulled her to her side, ignoring her soft exclamation.

Ignoring the two bickering little girls, El continued:

“Hakkar is called the Soulflayer because he has an ability. After killing a creature, Hakkar can strip the soul of that creature and keep it in his body to satisfy his sadistic desires.

After being tortured for a long time, most of these souls have lost their minds, and Hakkar usually gives these mindless souls a portion of his power, turning these souls into powerful puppets.”

The two bickering girls gradually became quiet, listening to the young man's story, while El continued as if he hadn't noticed:

“Just now… um, what's your name?”

El looked at the little maid, asking softly.

“My name is Laura, Lord El.”

The little maid said shyly, clutching the hem of her clothes. Lianda seemed a little jealous, stomping her foot resentfully.

“Laura just said that she saw the soul of an elf. From that moment on, I became curious about that soul. You should know that in Kalimdor, you could randomly pick out a night elf and they would be an encyclopedia. These night elves are even older than our country.”

After saying this, El didn't care whether the two behind him could keep up and strode towards the ghost.

The spirit elf in the distance seemed to have seen El's figure. He actually stopped and stood there, silently waiting for El's arrival.

The young man walked closer to the ghost with some curiosity. Just as he was about to say something, unexpectedly, the ghost spoke first.

His tone was desolate and ethereal, similar to Salas language, but even more complex and verbose.

El understood that it was Ancient Salas language, the language once used by the Highborne.

“Has Black Rook Hold fallen…”

Hearing the ghost's words, El was stunned for a moment.

“Who are you?”

The young man tried to ask back.

“Has Black Rook Hold fallen…”

But the ghost's answer to him was still the same sentence.

Seeing that the ghost's mind seemed to be a bit confused, El followed his question and answered seriously.

“It fell twelve thousand years ago.”

“Is that so…”

The ghost's illusory face became a little desolate. Immediately, he walked straight past El as if he hadn't seen him, heading towards the distance.

The young man rubbed his chin in confusion. This ghost seemed to be trapped in his own world.

After thinking for a moment, he came to the ghost again.

As expected, when the ghost saw El, he asked the same question as just now.

“Has Black Rook Hold fallen…”

This time, El didn't tell the truth but lied to the ghost:

“Black Rook Hold is as solid as a rock!”

Hearing El's answer, there was a moment of tremor in the ghost's glowing white eyes, and a stiff smile appeared on his dead face.

The ghost's eyes gradually regained their brilliance, and he continued to ask tremblingly.

“Then… Kortalos… is he alright?”

‘Kortalos? That is… wait, I seem to have heard that name before.’

El racked his brains, finally searching in his mind to find out who the owner of the name was.

Seeing that El hadn't answered his question for a long time, the light in the ghost's eyes gradually dimmed. Just as he was about to leave again, El finally answered his question.

“Lord Ravencrest successfully drove the Burning Legion out of Val'sharah. He is now a hero in the eyes of the people.”

Hearing El's words, the ghost's body trembled even more violently.

“That's good… that's good…”

‘Perhaps crying is the only praise for him…’

El looked solemnly at the ghost who was almost collapsing, a sense of sadness rising in his heart.

A faint mist surrounded him, and the ghost's body began to slowly collapse. In this instant, he regained all his memories and sanity.

“Thank you, young man. May I know your name?”

The Highborne's soul smiled and waved to El, gradually rising upwards.

El knew where he was going, but he didn't stop him. Instead, he said loudly:

“My name is El Saronas. Goodbye, old soldier.”

“My name is Metri. Goodbye, young El Saronas.”