Azeroth Monster Manual

“That's impossible!”

Kael'thas slammed his hands heavily on the table, abandoning his usual composure and retorting sharply.

“Silence!”

Antonidas lowered his eyelids, not looking at the disbelief in the prince's eyes.

Prince Kael'thas realized his gaffe and sat down sullenly, but he still stared intently at the deeply calculating Archmage, as if trying to discern something from his expression.

“Let's vote.”

Before the words had faded, two voices rang out in succession.

“I second it.”

“I second it.”

The first to speak was Krasus, with a playful look on his face, followed by the only female council member, Modera, who sighed in relief.

The Archmage Kalec, with his goatee, struggled for a long time, painfully rubbing his thinning hair, and said with difficulty:

“This… this, alas, I second it.”

“You… you, you have betrayed the path of arcane magic!”

Kael'thas finally couldn't hold back, his eyes erupting with a tangible light of anger. He stood up once more, impolitely pointing at the three who had just voiced their support.

“Silence!”

Antonidas still maintained his meditative composure, but this time he emphasized his tone.

“The resolution is passed, but I would like to ask…”

Antonidas opened his eyes, his sharp gaze sweeping over the young mage in the corner.

“Ruien Vivord, what is your decision?”

Kael'thas turned his head, a glimmer of hope appearing on his despairing face.

“I… I second it.”

Anselem Ruien Vivord, this energetic and ambitious young mage, was ultimately crushed by reality. He dared not look into the prince's eyes, knowing that only his own cowardice would be reflected in those pupils.

“Five votes in favor, Kael'thas, we'll count your vote as abstaining.”

Antonidas stood up, tucked the folder on the table under his arm, and prepared to cast a teleportation spell to leave.

“Why?”

Kael'thas's eyes dimmed. He didn't continue to question the others present in a harsh voice, but only stared intently at Antonidas, who was about to leave.

“For the stability of Dalaran and the magical kingdom of Quel'Thalas, to prevent the Blue Dragons from continuing to find excuses to target us, sacrificing the interests of a few to save the majority, isn't that the obvious thing to do?

Young prince, if your father were here, he would agree…”

The deep voice gradually faded away with the glow of the teleportation spell, and the people in Violet Citadel looked at the prince sitting dejectedly in his seat with complicated expressions.

The light of the teleportation spell flickered one by one, leaving only Kael'thas alone.

“This isn't right, this is wrong…”

“No, this is right, this is politics, not a game…”

Kael'thas frantically rubbed his smooth golden hair, two ideas colliding fiercely in his mind.

One was the protection of his own class as the crown prince of the kingdom and his understanding of politics, and the other was the great ideal of benefiting all beings as a scholar.

“That's right, if it were Master Ayr, what would he do?”

Kael'thas's dim eyes suddenly burst into a dazzling light, and he began to carefully recall Ayr's few opinions.

“Let some people get rich first? No, that's not it. Strive to be a good son of the people, a good cadre of the country, that's not it either. A horse can run on an arm, and a person can stand on a fist? Which unscrupulous editor is this? Master Ayr's image has been ruined by him, damn it!”

At this time, a handsome man in the Ar'wynn aquaculture farm in Quel'Thalas sneezed.

Keneri Flameheart: Who is saying I'm handsome behind my back?

… …

Kael'thas slapped his cheeks in annoyance, forcing himself to concentrate.

“SZYY smashes all ghosts and monsters with iron fists. Where there is oppression, there is resistance. Ah, not only does Lord Ayr have the talent to manage the world, but I didn't expect him to be a GM fighter!”

Kael'thas finally remembered the content of an Ayr interview magazine. At that time, he was confused and didn't understand what it meant, but adhering to the concept that even the shi pulled by Master Ayr has artistic cells, he still memorized it word for word.

“SZYY advocates that the entire country should be regarded as a whole, with the state owning and controlling products, capital, land, assets, etc., and its management and distribution based on public interests…”

Prince Kael'thas closed his eyes, reciting the remarks made by Master Ayr with a pious expression.

“Insight! Insight! Just reciting it silently can calm my restless heart. Mentor Ayr, I understand!”

Master became a mentor, and Ayr Salonas never dreamed that his support group would have an extra general at some point.

Kael'thas's eyes were firm, and a fire seemed to be burning in his heart. He slammed the table and stood up.

“Mentor! I will definitely continue to fight upholding your ideals!”

Ayr: I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense! Talking nonsense will be 404.

… …

A few days later.

The ban on Bloodpetal and Miracle-Gro and the arrest of adventurers continued to ferment in Dalaran.

Millhouse Manastorm is a second-ring low-level mage. His father makes a living in Dalaran by writing some dispensable magical papers.

Therefore, Millhouse is working very hard to learn and progress in the path of arcane magic. Just half a month ago, several adventurers broke into Dalaran, claiming to have panaceas that could improve the strength of mages.

Millhouse didn't believe it at first, but when several mage apprentices in the academy spent all their wealth to buy these 'panaceas', their cultivation progress became unstoppable.

Even Little Tom, who was ridiculed by his mentor as a Muggle, became a first-ring mage a few days ago.

Millhouse was very envious, and he worked harder, but the strength of those classmates who bought Bloodpetal and Miracle-Gro still surpassed him one by one, which made him very frustrated.

…

“My little Millhouse, look what Daddy brought you?”

A shrill laugh came from the doorway, and Orville's face, which looked seven-tenths like Millhouse's, entered the little gnome's line of sight.

“Hi… Daddy.”

Millhouse greeted listlessly,趴 on the table and continued to write the homework left to him by the school.

Orville jumped up, his small body sitting nimbly on the high stool next to the table.

“What's wrong, my dear Millhouse, why are you so listless?”

“It's nothing, Daddy…”

Millhouse knew that his family didn't have any money, and he couldn't afford the 'panaceas' sold by those vampire adventurers.

“Ha, look at this!”

Daddy took out an iron cage about the size of his body from behind and placed it in front of Little Millhouse.

“Wow! It's Bloodpetal, Daddy, how did you get it?”

The little gnome jumped three feet high, dancing with joy.

“And this.”

Orville took out a bottle of light golden potion from his pocket with a grin.

“Oh my god, it's Miracle-Gro.”

Millhouse couldn't contain his excitement any longer, he hugged Daddy and shouted excitedly.

After a long time, the two chatted in the thick fog released by Bloodpetal. Although it was too extravagant for a poor family of two, today was a day worth celebrating, and the two didn't care.

“Daddy… tell me the truth, where did you get this money?”

Millhouse passed the excitement period and began to feel suspicious in his heart. These 'panaceas' were not cheap, and those vampires sold them for 300 gold coins per piece without unpacking them. Although Daddy had some skills, how could he possibly get so much money?

“My little Millhouse has actually learned to care about Daddy.”

Orville rubbed the little gnome's hair dotingly. He wanted to change the subject, but was stopped by his son's serious eyes.

“Okay, okay, I knew I couldn't hide it from you. I sold the Jordan Staff…”

“What? Are you crazy? Daddy.”

Before Orville could finish his words, Millhouse's shrill voice interrupted him.

“That's the Jordan Staff left by Grandpa, you actually sold it!?”

Orville patted his son's back with relief. He didn't say anything, but just sighed slightly.

After a while…

“Daddy, woo… I will definitely… woo woo, become… woo woo… a high-level mage like Grandpa!”

Tears and snot dripped down the tender face, Millhouse sobbed and hugged Orville tightly.

“Good… good boy.”

Orville's eyes also turned red, this sensible son always made him feel that life was worth it.

… …

“The Kirin Tor is doing business, idlers get out of the way.”

The door was kicked open with a snap, and a group of enforcers wearing gray battle robes rushed into the small room.

“The Kirin Tor battle mage is on official business, caught red-handed, we'll take these dirty things away.”

The leading mage with the Violet insignia engraved on his hood rudely pushed away Orville, who wanted to stop them, and snatched the Bloodpetal and Miracle-Gro from the table.

“No! You can't do this.”

Orville held the battle mage's ankles tightly.

“Get out of here, you humble gnome!”

The battle mage kicked Orville two meters away, and under the little gnome's desperate gaze, this group of enforcers swaggered away.

“Dad… Daddy.”

Millhouse helped Daddy up in a panic, this little gnome was frightened.

“Cough… cough cough, I'm fine, child.”

Orville wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with difficulty.

“Daddy, why? Why did they do this!”

Tears mixed with the dust on the ground smudged Millhouse's tender face, Orville reached out and wiped it, but it only got dirtier.

“Child, you must remember, this world… is always like this.”

PS: The next chapter will end the Dalaran plot, these supporting characters are very important! Very important! Very important, important things are said three times. Maybe many readers want to see the protagonist, but please be patient for one more chapter, because the portrayal of these supporting characters affects the main line of this book in the future.

There is also one thing, this book has been recommended in the popular serial and popular serial columns, although the author doesn't know what the editor's recommendation is? Good or bad? But for a newcomer, I still want to thank the editor for giving me this opportunity.

The author has no great ambitions, just wants more old masters who like Western fantasy, like Warcraft, and like Azeroth to see this book. So let the monthly votes and recommendation tickets come more violently, and the big guys who don't have a collection click on the collection. Your support for this book directly affects the performance of this book, and the voice-over is relatively long, and it will be edited into the author's words after it is put on the shelves, and no extra fees will be charged.

Thank you~