Azeroth Monster Manual

Chapter 30: Hermit Receives an Epic Buff, and Aier Thinks It's COOL

Name: Aier Salona

Race: High Elf

【Trace Amount of Arcane Divinity】

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【Trace Amount of Time Divinity】

【Trace Amount of Life Divinity】

【Trace Amount of Nature Divinity】

【Medium Earth Divinity】: Sealed, currently Low Earth Divinity

Class: 6-Ring Archmage {Epic}

Intelligence: Approximately = 0.001 Sargeras

Endurance: Approximately = 3.9 Salorean Sunseekers

Strength: Approximately = 0.9 Salorean Sunseekers

Spirit: Approximately = 8.9 Vonderols

Agility: Approximately = 2.6 Anette Sanguinars

Spell Power: Approximately = 1.8 Anasterian Sunstriders

The data on the panel made the young man show a pensive look.

"The incomplete Arcane Divinity has grown into a trace amount, and four trace amounts of Divinity have been added. The basic attributes haven't changed much..."

After thinking for a moment, Aier rubbed his forehead with a headache, and complained in a low voice:

"If I hadn't just fainted, and my Hyperthymesia couldn't be used, I wouldn't be so passive. What exactly happened just now?"

Turning his head to look at the hammer tattoo on his back in the mirror, Aier sighed:

"The shape of this hammer... if I'm not mistaken, it should be the Hammer of Khaz'goroth..."

"The artifact used by Khaz'goroth to shape this world, combined with the sealed Earth Divinity, can it be understood... that all of this was done by that old boy Khaz'goroth?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. That old boy died who knows how many years ago. Even his soul is imprisoned in the Pantheon and can't get out. It can't be him."

Aier continued to frown and ponder.

Khaz'goroth: Compliant, reasonable, I can't even refute it.

"Calculating the time, it's not early. Since I can't figure it out, it's better to pack up and run away. Hermit is still waiting for me."

Changing back into a mage robe, Aier began to pack up the scattered debris on the ground.

"Huh? These Creation Cores haven't disappeared?"

The boy picked up a dull Creation Core from the ground with a curious look and examined it carefully.

"No matter how many times I look at it, the precise structure inside is intoxicating. Ah, the fragrance of knowledge is so tempting. Since these cores no longer have the blessing of Titan power... then I..."

Aier stared at the precision parts in the small ball with blurred eyes, occasionally letting out a silly laugh, and saliva flowed down the corner of his mouth. The long-lost occupational disease began to sprout again after saying goodbye to danger.

"Never mind, let me see how these cores work..."

At this time, a handsome guy doing push-ups: "Two thousand eight hundred, ha... huh... two thousand eight hundred and one, hoo... come on, Hermit..."

"Hoo hoo... there are still one hundred and ninety-nine push-ups, hoo hoo hoo... today's task is completed. You can do it, Lord Aier is still waiting for you..."

Three days later.

The infusion from Khaz'goroth gave Aier a strange familiarity with Titan creations, which made his research go smoothly.

On the evening of the third day, he finally deciphered a small part of this core. Of course, only a tiny bit, after all, things from the Titans are not common goods.

"Hoo, with my half-baked knowledge of these things, I still can't completely decipher all of this core. Forget it, let's just leave it at that for now. There will be opportunities in the future."

Rubbing his dark circles, Aier threw the twenty-five Creation Cores into his space backpack. Looking around the secret room with nostalgia, Aier shook his head reluctantly, and the glow of the teleportation spell lit up, and the boy disappeared.

...

Aier walked through the abandoned camp, looking back but not seeing Hermit's figure.

"Where is he? Could he have been snatched away by a passing velociraptor?"

Aier released a wide-range Light spell with some worry, and the dark camp suddenly became as bright as day.

The boy continued to walk into the depths of the camp and suddenly saw a wriggling figure.

Hermit was still mechanically doing push-ups. His mind was already blurred, and his arms were weakly lying on the ground, leaving only his upper body unconsciously moving up and down.

Hermit, who was still unconscious just now, was blinded by the dazzling Light spell. When he regained consciousness and opened his eyes, he saw Lord Aier standing not far from him with a stunned expression.

Hermit: ...

Aier: ...

Hermit: Young hero, please wait, can you stay?

Aier: Can't be cured, just wait for death, goodbye.

Hermit: Kachima! Oppa!

Under the silent night sky came the dwarf's heart-wrenching shouts and the sound of the boy's rapid footsteps.

...

"So, Lord Aier, I'm really not that..."

Hermit scratched his head with a shy look.

"Really not that?"

Aier took two steps back suspiciously, looking at the old dwarf with a vigilant expression.

"I'm really not that!"

Hermit gesticulated excitedly, trying to prove his innocence.

"Are you that or not!"

Aier looked serious.

"I'm really not that!"

Hermit also had a serious face.

Aier breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought you were doing push-ups there. It's good if you're not. Look how thin the child is."

Hermit: Where's my gun?

...

"Lord Aier, did you really go to a Titan relic?"

Hermit rubbed his hands together with some excitement, a belly full of words stuck in his chest, with a taste of wanting to speak them out quickly.

"Of course, I even saw that old boy Khaz'goroth's statue."

The boy scratched his nose smugly, took out a dull low-level Creation Core, and shook it in front of the dwarf as if to show off.

Hermit smacked his lips with an envious look, and then his expression darkened. This kind of fantastic great adventure was exactly what he had been pursuing all his life, but due to his strength, he failed to follow in Lord Aier's footsteps.

"What's wrong? Hermit"

Aier stopped sharing his joy and looked at the melancholy old dwarf with a puzzled expression.

"No... it's nothing, Lord Aier, please continue."

The dwarf cheered up and urged the boy to continue.

Aier stared intently into the dwarf's eyes, making Hermit lower his head. He said softly:

"Sorry, Lord Aier, I didn't help you."

Aier didn't answer, after a long time.

"Hermit, do you want power?"

The dwarf raised his head with a surprised expression. After confirming that the boy was not lying, he replied stutteringly:

"A... Aier, Lord, what... what do you mean by saying this?"

“I obtained some power from that Titan ruin. Although I haven't tested it, I think it might be useful to you.”

Gently raising his hand, Aier's fingertips glowed with a brown light. The originally flat ground instantly caved in.

With another gentle point, the earthen slope in the distance instantly dissipated, turning into a sky full of earth and rocks. Before long, an earthen wall three or four meters high appeared in front of Hermit.

The old dwarf's eyes widened, unable to speak for a long time, but from his dull eyes, one could see the shock in his heart at this moment.

Hermit: Coach, I want to play basketball.

… …

“So, are you willing to be this guinea pig?”

“I am willing.”

Hermit said without hesitation, decisively.

“Won't you consider it further? If it fails… I think you know the result.”

Aier looked at the dwarf with a complex expression. He didn't know if doing this was right.

Hermit closed his eyes, recalling the tragic deaths of his companions, recalling the moment when Aier was blasted by the stone guardian and his life was uncertain, recalling himself on Firefeather Mountain who couldn't even do small things like carrying luggage.

“I am willing.”

The old dwarf opened his eyes, like a devout knight who had been baptized, kneeling on one knee in front of the young man.

From those firm eyes, Aier saw the sea of stars, so he no longer hesitated and gently placed his hand on the dwarf's head.

Brown energy mixed with golden luster appeared in Aier's palm, and the endless power of the earth was poured into Hermit's body.

The old dwarf let out a suppressed low roar, unable to bear the weight. His skin began to crack, his originally black eyes turned brown, and his entire figure swelled up a size.

Feeling that there was not much change in the earth's divine power in his body, Aier was a little puzzled. When he saw the entry [Small amount of earth's divine power]: (Recovering), he was relieved.

He originally wanted to sacrifice these earth powers to fulfill Hermit, but what he didn't expect was that these divine powers could actually recover on their own. It has to be said that this was a pleasant surprise.

Feeling the saturated earth power in Hermit's body, Aier finally let go, looking at the dwarf who had grown several sizes and was about to surpass him, the young man was a little worried.

The changes on the dwarf's body continued. As a flesh and blood earth spirit, he also had earth power deep in his body, although this power was very weak.

Hermit's body was still growing, until it stopped at seven or eight meters, his skin turned light gray, the color of rock.

Muscles like marble carvings were exposed in the air, and the inferior leather armor turned into a few pieces under the tearing of the swollen body.

“Sure enough, Khaz'goroth's pure earth power can promote the return to ancestry of earth spirits of the same origin. Although Hermit's ancestors had already been transformed by the curse of flesh and blood, the potential flowing in his blood is still there.”

Aier stroked his smooth chin, carefully observing the changes in the dwarf.

“How do you feel?”

“Great! Lord Aier.”

Hermit waved his thick arms excitedly, each swing bringing a gust of strong wind.

“Are there any uncomfortable places?”

Aier shook his head and smiled, asking with concern.

“No, old Hermit feels like he can beat a direhorn to death now.”

The old dwarf stomped his short legs, or rather, big short legs, and the club under his crotch swayed back and forth, almost blinding the elf's eyes.

Aier: Cough cough, pay attention to the impact.

Hermit scratched his head shyly, and then, under his control, his size gradually shrank, and his skin returned to its original luster. The old dwarf was panting slightly, it seemed that the transformation just now was not without cost.

“Here, make do with this first.”

Aier threw Hermit a linen robe, which was his spare pajamas.

“Do you know what this move is called?”

“Avatar of the Gods. I've seen the Copperbeard kids use this move. It is said that only royal bloodlines can use it. Could it be that my ancestors were also royalty?”

Hermit asked as he awkwardly tugged at the linen robe, modifying it into a style he could wear.

“Of course not. As long as the earth power in your body is pure enough, you can use the Avatar of the Gods. Your dwarf royal family may have been a relatively powerful group in Uldaman.”

“Lord Aier, can you tell me the story of Uldaman? I want to know the origin of our ancestors.”

“Ah, that's a long story. Let's talk as we walk. It's almost dawn, it's time for the reckoning.”

Aier yawned. He planned to get a good night's sleep for two days after he finished all this. If this continues, his adventure career will really end in sudden death.

“Legend has it that there is a city in the south of Khaz Modan, and the name of this city is Uldaman…”

The Free Warden floating in the air released a bright blue light, illuminating the road ahead for the two. Aier's tone was melodious, like a bard, telling the story of Uldaman in detail.

The old dwarf walked side by side with the young man, listening intently to the young man telling the story, and occasionally asking his own questions.

The lush primeval forest, the elf and dwarf walking on the quiet path, and the bright moonlight sprinkled on the two from the gaps in the leaves, formed this harmonious scene.

“…So if you want to know the secrets of Uldaman, you still have to find the Platinum Disc left by the Titans. Uh, you know, I'm not talking about that huge Platinum Disc like Naboya's.”

Hermit: Hmm hmm.

“Hermit, do you feel like you are incredibly strong now?”

Hermit: Hmm hmm.

“Do you feel like you are full of power?”

Hermit: Hmm hmm.

“Great, after we kill Mosh, you will still carry his body, after all, that beast is too big.”

Hermit: Hmm hmm… Eh? Why does it feel like something is wrong?

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