Azeroth Monster Manual

“Good day, Master Aier.”

“Good day, everyone.”

After greeting the important figures one by one, Aier and the three elves of noble status, Kael'thas Sunstrider, sat in the front row, while the rest, including Lianda and Serena, sat in the last few rows of the private room.

Although Lianda was a little unhappy that she couldn't sit next to Aier, she wasn't an insensible girl. In the end, she still sat in the corner of the last row with Serena and the little maid.

After a brief exchange of greetings, Aiden Perenolde, who was the most observant, took the initiative to start the conversation. The smooth-talking second-generation king cleared his throat and said with a hint of flattery:

“Master Aier, we have long known about your great achievements in the Hinterlands and Arathi. It is our dereliction of duty as allies that we have not been able to find time to hold a celebration banquet for you.”

After saying this, Aiden even put on a rather self-reproachful expression.

Although quite disdainful of Aiden's flattery, everyone present, including the two always reckless dwarven princes, were astute individuals. Of course, they understood who the hero of this war was. Although they did not participate in this war, it was indeed the first victory since the establishment of the Alliance, and a great victory at that.

So, amidst the flattery of the important figures, Aier stated the real purpose of gathering everyone here.

“Ahem, everyone…”

As the boy's voice rang out, everyone who had been chatting and laughing stopped talking and looked at Aier seriously.

It must be said that if Quel'Thalas was originally just a legendary existence in the eyes of many forces, then after the end of this war, the tip of Quel'Thalas's iceberg finally emerged among the major forces of the Eastern Kingdoms.

This could not help but make these shrewd leaders re-evaluate this ancient and mysterious country.

“The reason for gathering everyone here is to inform you of two things.”

“Oh? Master Aier, please speak frankly. We are all members of the Alliance, and even more so your most steadfast allies.”

King Aiden continued to say nice things. This time, the kings and high-level officials did not echo him, but nodded slightly seriously.

Although they were members of the Alliance, they did not entrust their true feelings to it. Rather than an alliance, it was more like a huge community of interests. If the chain of interests were to break one day, they would not hesitate to withdraw from the Alliance.

Seeing everyone's reaction, a meaningful smile appeared on the boy's lips. Hemit, who knew Aier best, couldn't help but smile slyly when he saw this scene, and then quietly said to the trio beside him:

“Master Aier is up to no good again.”

The trio looked at each other and shook their heads. Although they had been following Aier for some time, the old dwarf still understood Aier the most.

“Everyone, why don't we discuss how while enjoying this grand performance?”

Aier slowly stood up, came to the huge French window, pointed to the group of troll slaves moving in the arena, and said slowly.

“Respect is no substitute for obedience. Since you have spoken, I will naturally not spoil Master Aier's face.”

Antonidas, who had been listening quietly, opened his eyes slightly and said loudly. The kings and high-level officials also echoed him one after another.

Thus, under Aier's explanation, the private room gradually quieted down, and everyone was immersed in this wonderful performance.

The first to appear was a troll berserker with bluish-green skin. The berserker was two stories tall, and his knotted muscles were covered with wounds and dirty stains, but even such a slovenly image could not affect the enthusiasm of the audience.

At this moment, Edman's voice suddenly rang out in the arena. Accompanied by Edman's commentary, the entire arena became noisy, and people frantically called out the names of the gladiators.

As soon as the troll berserker appeared, he beat his chest like a violent ape and roared non-stop.

With the appearance of the berserker, two mid-level mages from the Brotherhood also approached the edge of the arena in a burst of light purple light, and jointly opened a swaying portal.

Everyone in the private room looked at the boy in confusion, but Aier smiled slightly and did not explain much.

As the minor portal opened, a violent beast rushed out of the door in an instant, and the portal completely shattered the moment the beast rushed out.

Seeing that their work had been completed, the two mid-level mages hurriedly cast a short-range teleportation spell to leave the place in a panic.

“So that's how it is, a one-time minor portal? Two mid-level mages are indeed enough.”

Antonidas stroked his white beard and suddenly realized.

Looking at the arena again, the Triceratops that had rushed out of the portal had already collided with the berserker, making a teeth-aching '噗嗤噗嗤' sound.

The berserker wailed and grabbed the tail of the Triceratops, throwing it out. Only then did the fanatical audience see that there were three huge, bleeding wounds on the body of the berserker, who had been invincible just now.

Not only was the crowd not panicked or afraid, but they became even more crazy.

Shouts, curses, and wild laughter. Humans, elves, dwarves, gnomes. These intelligent creatures, who were originally polite in front of people, seemed to have changed, all frantically releasing the pressure that had been accumulated in their hearts for a long time. This bloody duel completely ignited their wildness.

The berserker shook his head, making a heavy gasping sound. He decided to take the initiative to attack, so this humanoid tank began to charge with heavy steps.

At this time, the Triceratops also climbed up from the ground, striding its four thick and powerful legs, and also ran wildly in the direction of the berserker.

… …

In the end, the berserker risked a broken arm and barely won the victory of this gladiatorial fight, while the strong Triceratops had its neck broken by him, lying crookedly on the ground, and the constantly undulating chest proved that this beast was not completely dead.

The audience had already exploded, and the rolling sound waves poured out from the arena, and even everyone in the private room could hear it clearly.

“Everyone, how do you feel about this gladiatorial fight?”

Aier's voice was slightly bewitching, and even the straightforward Brian could hear the hidden meaning in the boy's words.

“This competition is naturally extremely wonderful. Master Aier, please speak frankly.”

Antonidas took a sip of the black tea in his cup and said unhurriedly.

“Okay, since His Excellency Speaker has said so, then I won't beat around the bush.”

Aier smiled and walked to the front of the crowd, gently clapping his hands. After a while, the old butler Barton walked into the private room leisurely holding a few pieces of paper filled with writing.

“Grandpa Barton, please.”

The boy stretched out his right hand very gentlemanly. Barton bowed slightly, gave a light salute, and then took Aier's place and came to the front of the crowd.

“These documents are the financial statements of the arena for the three months since its opening.”

Everyone looked strangely at the old butler who was reading the report in a serious manner, and then at the young man sitting aside, calm and collected, as if it had nothing to do with him.

They really couldn't figure out what this magical young man was up to.

As time passed, the report in the old butler's hand was nearing its end.

"In the past three months, an average of 10 gladiatorial matches were held each month. After deducting labor and venue maintenance costs, the net profit was 25,000 gold coins. In conclusion, the net profit for these three months is 750,000 gold coins."

After hearing the old butler's words, everyone gasped. Aiden, who was always quick-witted, rolled his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

"Oh, I forgot to remind everyone."

Aier took over the old butler's position again and continued casually:

"This arena can accommodate 50,000 spectators, and the ticket price for a duel performance is 50 silver coins. This also means that the arena has been operating at full capacity for the past three months."

"How could there be so many spectators?"

Terenas, who was usually calm, stood up abruptly and said with some excitement. The others also looked incredulous and whispered to each other.

"Ahem, please be quiet, everyone."

After clapping his hands gently and waiting for the private room to become quiet again, Aier continued:

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"According to my subordinates' reports, some scalpers have even炒 (speculated) the arena's ticket prices to between 2 and 5 gold coins, and even at that price, tickets are still hard to come by."

Hearing this, the originally suspicious people all fell silent. They looked at each other and lost the desire to speak.

"Isn't this just pure Versailles, pure flaunting of wealth?"

Brian tugged at his brother's sleeve and muttered unhappily.

"Shut up, you idiot, keep listening."

Muradin slapped his brother's hand away, looking disgusted.

Even the naturally forthright dwarf could hear the deep meaning in Aier's words, but Brian was like a blockhead, actually thinking that the young man standing in front of him, who was already richer than a country, was flaunting his wealth.

"However, such a money-making arena has a fatal flaw, which is really regrettable."

Aier sighed and pretended to be dejected.

Antonidas curled his lips in disdain. He knew this young man's character too well. Although their positions were not opposed now, he was still willing to speculate about this cunning young man with the worst intentions.

Seeing that no one took up his words, Aier couldn't help but glance at King Aiden and coughed softly.

Aiden Perenolde nodded knowingly, immediately understanding the young man's meaning. He laughed and said loudly in an exaggerated tone:

"Master Aier, you must be joking, right? Aren't we allies? If you have any difficulties, feel free to speak up and let us find a solution together."

"Tch, how unlucky. I'm actually sitting in the same room with such a villain. This is simply an insult to our great family name!"

Proudmoore spat obscurely and complained to King Thoras Trollbane beside him with a dark face.

"Since King Aiden has spoken, then I will shamelessly continue."

"Although the arena's performance has been excellent in the past three months, there is a fatal problem."

The young man snapped his fingers crisply, and lifelike magical images appeared in front of everyone. Most of these magical images were of dinosaurs, and there were also various ferocious beasts.

Pointing to a magical image of a Triceratops that was exactly the same as the one that had just died in the arena, Aier said with a hint of melancholy:

"As long as they are intelligent creatures, they will face an unavoidable mental problem, which is aesthetic fatigue. Perhaps you don't understand the meaning of this word, but you can understand it as boredom.

That's right, it's boredom. If ferocious beasts like the one just now appear in every performance, then the audience will be completely bored in no time."

Everyone nodded knowingly. After Aier said this, they realized that this was indeed the case. It's like having a charming beauty by your side. You might be amazed for a day or two, but after a long time, it's just the same thing.

"So, I need a large number of diverse and dangerous creatures to fill my material, no, to fill my 'gladiator' lineup. So, can you understand?"

Thermaplugg hesitated and stood on the stool, asking in a shrill voice:

"Master, what kind of creatures are you talking about... Can you give an example?"

"Great Mechanic, that's a good question. Let me just give two examples."

Aier casually erased the magical image in front of him, and with a flick of his finger, a strange object appeared in front of everyone.

"The creatures I'm talking about are not carbon-based creatures in the narrow sense, but those dangerous and powerful creatures. These creatures don't have to be intelligent creatures, and they don't even have to be beasts. They can be machines, they can be elements, or even this big guy."

Casting a meaningful glance at the Bronzebeard brothers, whose eyes were gradually widening, Aier began his explanation.

"The big guy in front of you, I would like to call it a Stone Guardian. Legend has it that it is a creation of the Titans and has very powerful power, but they don't have the slightest bit of intelligence, not even a soul."

"This... this is."

"Master Aier, where did you find this Stone Guardian?"

Muradin interrupted his brother's muttering and eagerly asked about the origin of the Stone Guardian.

"If Prince Muradin is interested, you might as well come to Jintha'Alor for a chat. Then we can discuss this matter in detail. Now let's get back on track."

After appeasing the somewhat excited Muradin, Aier continued to talk eloquently:

"Okay, since everyone is interested in the arena, why don't we make a deal?"

Aier smiled brightly, and the high-level officials were also a little tempted after hearing the young man's words. You must know that it is a金窟 (gold cave) that can reach 250,000 a month, who wouldn't want to share a piece of the pie?

"In this way, as long as you can provide enough gladiators, I am willing to share the arena's shares with you."

As soon as this was said, the kings and high-level officials who were still hesitant all exploded. Thermaplugg even jumped up excitedly, knowing that this was the time when Gnomeregan was most in need of money.

"Master, is what you said true?"

Aiden's voice trembled slightly, but he still pretended to be calm.

"Of course, but the arena's shares are not fixed, but fluctuate with the proportion of materials you provide."

The young man smiled happily, but anyone could see something unusual in it.