Azeroth Monster Manual

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The sturdy Skyre carried Kurdran and the dwarf as it dove against the wind. The icy cold wind whipped against Kurdran's temples like knives, but he seemed oblivious, even grabbing the wineskin at his waist and taking a hearty swig.

"Hold on a little longer, Skyre! We'll find those blue-skinned bastards' location soon!"

The dwarf's unique, booming voice was almost inaudible in the cold wind, but Skyre, with its excellent hearing, still heard its master's encouragement. The brave gryphon screeched and increased its flying speed.

Finally, just before Skyre's stamina was about to run out, Kurdran keenly spotted a clue in a hidden mountain hollow.

The dwarf skillfully maneuvered the gryphon in a circle before slowly descending behind a boulder. Kurdran's superb skills and Skyre's exceptional qualities, far surpassing its peers, made this landing silent.

"Skyre, you rest here for a while. Come back and meet me after you hear my signal, understand?"

Kurdran took a large piece of bloody, tender wolf meat from his dimensional backpack while whispering softly into his gryphon companion's ear.

Skyre's intelligent eyes flickered under the moonlight. It first picked up the raw meat its master handed it and placed it on the ground, then gently pecked Kurdran's palm with its sharp beak, indicating that it understood its master's command.

"Hoo, very good."

The dwarf gently exhaled a puff of white mist, smiled, and patted his partner's forehead. Then, taking advantage of the night, he tiptoed away into the distance.

...

"Firelight! It's firelight! Overseer must have succeeded!"

A high-ranking warrior guarding the Frostmane Seer pointed at the gradually brightening firelight in the distance and said loudly, with a hint of joy. The high-ranking warrior's loud voice attracted the attention of the drowsy guards.

"Great, we'll have food to eat soon!"

"Haha, as expected of Chieftain! After we fill our bellies, those short-legged sheep will come in handy!"

Several guards, ignoring the seer's warning gaze, laughed loudly as if victory was already in their grasp.

Seeing that his advice had not worked, the Frostmane Seer could only sigh helplessly. Looking at the firelight in the distance, for some reason, a strange sense of fear arose in his heart.

Just as these remaining Frostmane guards were celebrating each other, a noisy sound of footsteps and painful groans suddenly rang out in the distant dense forest.

The ominous feeling in the seer's heart grew stronger until he saw that familiar figure.

Bartok, with bloodshot eyes, supported a severely injured guard with severed limbs. During their desperate escape, they had exposed their backs to the dwarf musketeers.

This resulted in only a few members of the personal guard being able to survive, while the rest were killed by the dwarves' merciless gunfire.

Seeing the group of figures staggering out of the dense forest, the guards who had been excited were stunned, and the joyful expressions on their faces gradually turned into fear.

"What are you still standing there for! Quickly go and meet Overseer!"

The Frostmane Seer shouted angrily, and several guards rushed towards Bartok's direction as if waking up from a dream.

"Seer… we failed…"

Bartok handed the wounded soldier he was supporting to the guards who came to meet them, and said to the Frostmane Seer with a bitter face. The arrogant appearance he once had was long gone. He seemed to have aged more than ten years in an instant, his face full of dust and vicissitudes.

"What exactly is going on?"

The Frostmane Seer wanted to question him, but when he saw the desolate look on Bartok's face, he finally softened his heart and asked softly.

Then, Bartok, with his vacant eyes, recounted everything that had just happened, from the surprise attack to the dwarf heavy infantry activating their stone form, to the fact that his soldiers lost control and rushed to the farm, until the final encirclement and annihilation.

Listening to the leader's deathly silent voice, not only the surviving members of the personal guard, but even the elite guards who stayed to protect the seer were silent.

Their expressions became numb like Bartok's.

"Fools! How can you, as sons of the Frost, so easily admit defeat!"

The seer's roar awakened the dejected remnants. Before they could feel any shame, the seer's angry roar sounded again.

"We are descendants of Zandalar, sons of the Frost, and the masters of this continent! One failure does not mean anything, but if our tribesmen, descendants, and future generations see you bunch of bastards, and they all cry for their mothers like you spineless cowards after losing, then our Frostmane tribe is only a matter of time away from destruction!"

The Frostmane Seer's unique, vicissitudes-filled voice made his speech powerful and forceful. The trolls, who were still immersed in the pain of defeat, regained their senses. They stared at the impassioned seer with complex expressions, and the confusion in their eyes gradually dissipated.

"This failure is just a test given to us by the heavens. Those short-legged sheep will eventually sink under our feet and offer endless wealth and food to the masters of this continent, and we will mercifully grant them a glimmer of hope to survive! The Frostmane trolls are invincible!"

"Roar!"

After a moment of silence, all the remnants heard the Frostmane Seer's words, and the blood in their veins became boiling again. They excitedly roared their anger.

The seer looked at his compatriots who had regained their bloodlust and ambition with satisfaction, and sighed in his heart:

"Although the consequences of this failure are very serious, if the compatriots lose the most basic bestiality and bloodiness, then the Frostmane tribe will really be not far from destruction. Fortunately, we still have time. After returning to the stronghold, it will only take a few years, and these 50,000 troops will be restored…"

...

Kurdran hid behind a pine tree, his light gray robe concealing his presence well. He saw and heard everything that had just happened.

His brown, thick eyebrows were tightly furrowed together. Even a dwarf whose brain was full of muscles could see what the scene in front of him represented.

"It seems that Master Aier should have succeeded, but if these remnants are allowed to leave, the consequences will be unimaginable."

It wasn't that Kurdran was being alarmist; on the contrary, Kurdran, who had fought the trolls for many years, knew the horror of these creatures. Although he didn't know much about the specific situation of the Frostmane clan, he could see a hint of something unusual from the Woodpaw and Vilebranch jungle trolls.

It should be known that the growth cycle and lifespan of trolls are not proportional. Compared to humans, trolls have a longer lifespan (around 100 years, while humans in Warcraft live for 80 years). Although the average lifespan of these barbarians is only less than 40 years (for many reasons, infighting in the tribe is the main reason; the weak have no space or right to survive and are only worthy of becoming food.)

However, their growth cycle is frighteningly short. It only takes 7-8 years for a troll to develop a certain level of combat power, and they reach adulthood at only two-thirds the age of humans (or elves) – 13 years old. After a troll reaches 13, all their physiological characteristics will infinitely approach maturity, which is what is generally considered adulthood.

Furthermore, trolls have an incredibly strong reproductive capacity, no less than the 'birth-exceeding guerrilla force' of orcs and humans.

This means that in a very short period of time, given the right conditions, a small troll tribe can become a super-large tribe with considerable combat power. But unfortunately, the harshness of nature and their own barbaric habits limit the growth of trolls.

As he spoke, Kurdran took down the two-handed hammer he was carrying on his back, but after thinking about it, he put the hammer back.

The reason for this hesitation was that he had seen the strength of the Frostmane Prophet and the Frostmane Overseer (Bartok). Without a doubt, these were two powerhouses who had already stepped into the Legendary rank. After much deliberation, Kurdran finally made up his mind and unhesitatingly took out the communication stone from his pocket, releasing a small amount of magic power into it.

At this time, Aier was a little dejected. He was the first to discover that Bartok wanted to escape, but the pursuit had unexpectedly led to a loss. The remaining Frostmane soldiers were very cunning, even thinking of using congealed blood to cover their scent, which was one of the main reasons Aier lost track.

Helplessly glancing at Hermit, who was spinning around like a headless fly, the young man couldn't help but sigh.

'I knew I shouldn't have brought him. If I could fly alone…'

Just as Aier was lamenting the loss of his prey, the communication stone in his pocket suddenly became scalding hot.

"At this time, could it be that Kurdran has found something?"

As soon as the young man took out the communication stone, a familiar voice entered his ears.

"Is that you, Lord Aier?"

"It's me, Kurdran. What have you found on your side?"

Aier called Hermit back while asking softly.

"That's right, I'm here…"

Listening carefully to the information Kurdran was telling him, Aier's expression was constantly changing. After a long time, he let out a breath of misty air and said seriously:

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"Continue tracking, but don't reveal your tracks."

"Aren't we going to leave them here?"

Kurdran, on the other side, rubbed his head and asked in confusion.

Hearing the dwarf's words, the young man was afraid that Kurdran would misunderstand his plan, so he could only reveal the entire plan.

"I believe you also understand how troublesome trolls are. I won't say much else. There are quite a few trolls in this army, but after my observation, I haven't found any women or children…"

Hearing Aier's words, it was as if lightning flashed through Kurdran's mind. The King of Aerie Peak, who had excellent military literacy, completely understood Aier's plan at this moment.

"Are you saying… these Frostmane trolls didn't come out in full force, and they still have their own base?"

"Or a fortress. Now that you understand my plan, let's get to work."

As soon as he finished speaking, Aier cut off the magic connection with the communication stone.

"Let's go, Hermit."

"Ah?"

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Let's go back and clean up the mess."

After giving the old dwarf a flick on the forehead in annoyance, he casually opened an unstable portal, and the two left.

……

Frozen Stone Farm.

At this time, Frozen Stone Farm was no longer the peaceful and serene place it once was. Troll and dwarf corpses were scattered everywhere, but fortunately, the dwarf corpses only accounted for a small portion, while the troll corpses had already piled up like mountains.

Muradin was directing a group of soldiers to collect the corpses of their comrades, while Brann was leading a team of riflemen to quickly and efficiently harvest the heads of the trolls. You should know that these troll heads are good things. Compared to the trolls of the Hinterlands, the magic essence of these Frostmane trolls is more abundant.

Aier casually pulled out a broken longsword, and without even looking, he plunged it into the heart of a troll who was pretending to be dead. In the admiring gazes of the dwarves, he slowly walked towards Kael'thas and his group.

The prince was currently using conjure water with Rommath and distributing it to the medical staff one by one. These magic spring waters were not for drinking, but for cleaning wounds. Compared to accumulated snow, magic spring water was undoubtedly cleaner.

"Teacher, you're back."

Looking at the two people covered in dust, Kael'thas and Rommath showed a tired smile on their faces. In the encirclement battle just now, these two Legendary Archmages had used all their skills.

The reason why this encirclement battle could end so quickly was also thanks to the two Archmages' legendary war magic.

"Yes, how are you two?"

Aier released a small portion of the power of life from his body, mixed it into the magic spring water, and then casually took out a large jar from his space backpack and poured this small portion of magic spring water mixed with the power of life into it.

Seeing his teacher's mysterious operation, Kael'thas and Rommath did not ask any questions, but respectfully said:

"There is still one-third of the magic power in my body. If I meditate, it will take five hours to restore all the magic power."

"Mine is about the same."

Directing everyone to pour all the magic spring water into the large jar, Aier then said:

"I'll take over the work here for the time being. You two should fill up the elemental pool as soon as possible."

Hearing their teacher's words, the two looked at each other and nodded in unison. Kael'thas even took out a crystal bottle sparkling with golden luster from his space backpack and handed it to Rommath.

Somewhat flattered to receive the crystal bottle from the prince, Rommath's eyes were filled with a intoxicated color. He knew that this bottle of golden liquid was the water from the Sunwell.

After explaining to the two, Aier didn't say anything more, but continued to conjure water and constantly infuse it with a small amount of divine power of life.

The power of life mixed in these 'waters of life' was very thin, but it was enough. As soon as those seriously injured soldiers came into contact with these 'waters of life', the wounds on their bodies visibly recovered.

Seeing that his idea was confirmed, Aier left after creating enough water of life.

"Muradin, leave everything here to Brann and the garrison officer of Frost Ridge for the time being. I need you to organize a team of energetic elites. Can you do it?"

"No problem!"

After receiving Muradin's affirmative answer, Aier finally breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that this encirclement operation should be stable.

……

Three hours later, just as the sky dawned and the dawn was approaching, Aier finally received another message from Kurdran.

"Everyone, let's go!"

As a blue light curtain lit up, Aier took the lead and walked in, and the others followed one after another.