Azeroth Monster Manual

Hermit originally thought that with the Null Type, his good days were coming, and the title of "Human-shaped Self-Propelled Transport Machine" could be honorably retired, but what he never expected was... …

"Hermit! I asked for poisonous slime monsters, what the hell is this thing you found for me! It's all soft and not fresh anymore, is this a slug?"

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"How many times have I told you, it's a double-crested dragon, a double-crested dragon! Does this single-crested dragon look like the water in your brain?"

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"Hermit, quickly take that pile of poisonous raptor eggs out of the fire. That's material! Not food…"

The teenager's angry roar made the dwarf stagger. Hermit's two sturdy little short legs were like a spring, unable to stop.

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Old Hermit carefully placed the behemoth on his back to the side, then slumped down, his eyes red, outside the temporarily built laboratory.

He hadn't slept for five consecutive days. That letter had ruined him. After learning that he had to rush to Dalaran at the end of the month, Lord Ayr began his crazy research, and sleepless nights had become the norm.

And he, as Lord Ayr's only follower, could only grit his teeth and swallow the pain.

Time passed slowly, and there were only a few days left before the academic seminar in Dalaran.

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Stormwind City

Ailan yawned loudly. He struggled to get up from the jade-like arms of the beauties, looking at the stunning face so close at hand with lingering fear.

'Damn it, how could I…'

Rubbing his temples with a splitting headache, he was about to get up when a slender hand pressed against his chest.

"Darling, are you leaving?"

Aegwynn looked at the bewildered Archmage with seductive eyes, as if discovering an amusing toy. She chuckled, twirling the hair at her lips with her white jade finger.

"I'm sorry… I… no…"

Ailan, a pure virgin who had been single for thirty years, had never seen such a scene. His face flushed red, his body stiff, and he didn't dare to move.

"Are you going to do business, or… have fun?"

She lightly licked the corner of her mouth, her red little tongue playfully sticking out, making the Archmage blush and turn his head away.

"I can't… I won't…"

The Archmage struggled hard. He had never yearned for love before, dedicating everything to the arcane arts, but when facing this woman, he inexplicably wanted to fall in love with her.

A trace of gloom flashed across Aegwynn's face, but she quickly returned to normal.

The thin blanket slipped off, revealing a large expanse of smooth, snow-white skin. Aegwynn nimbly flipped over and pressed down on the Archmage, beginning her performance.

The struggle in Ailan's eyes disappeared, leaving only a blank look. His breathing became heavy, and his movements became rough.

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"A being like a maggot dares to defy my will. Doesn't he know that the one he's clinging to is a great Guardian?"

Aegwynn shed her charming demeanor and sat coldly on the eaves under the night sky.

Reaching out to stroke her flat belly, the Guardian revealed a hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth.

"I don't need you anymore, poor and pathetic Nielas Aran. My child will be born soon, and I guarantee he will become the most powerful being in this world, the last… Guardian of Azeroth."

The green light in Aegwynn's eyes flickered uncertainly, and her charming face looked ferocious and sinister under the moonlight.

What Aegwynn didn't know was that her personality had become distorted unknowingly. The once aloof and righteous Guardian no longer existed.

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Ailan woke up from the nightmare again. It had been 18 days since that woman left. Tears streamed down his face as Ailan hugged his head in pain.

He didn't want to think about her anymore. He kept reminding himself that that woman was just a passerby in his life and not important to him.

But the piercing pain in his chest couldn't hide from himself. He… was in love. He was deeply, madly in love with that mysterious woman.

Stormwind Keep

Baratheon looked at his good friend with concern. The once high-spirited and energetic Archmage had disappeared. Before him was a haggard middle-aged man with a beard and sunken eyes.

"Today's meeting will end here. Everyone can go about their business. Lord Ailan, please stay for a moment…"

The sparse footsteps gradually disappeared. Baratheon gestured to his Captain of the Guard, who bowed knowingly and quietly left with the guards.

"Ailan… you…"

Ailan shuddered and stood up, looking embarrassed at the hand patting his shoulder.

"I'm sorry… Your Majesty, I've just been having some trouble sleeping lately."

Baratheon didn't say anything and turned to walk towards his throne.

"That woman…"

"She's fine…"

The voice trailed off, and the two looked at each other in silence, both stopping what they were about to say, and the scene became somewhat awkward.

With a long sigh, the Lionheart King sat on his throne. He rested his chin in his hand and began to ponder, while Ailan stood at the bottom, staring blankly into space, not knowing what he was thinking. The two monarchs remained silent in this strange atmosphere.

Baratheon knew that the powerful sorceress must have had some ulterior motive in coming to his kingdom, but what he didn't understand was… why would such a powerful and beautiful Guardian, Aegwynn, be attracted to his childhood friend?

Although Ailan was considered an outstanding figure in Dalaran, and even more so a prominent figure in Stormwind City, she was the Guardian of Tirisfal, so why would she…

In the end, it was the Lionheart King who spoke first. He gestured to the attendant in the corridor.

Baratheon took a newspaper from the respectful attendant and handed it to the absent-minded Archmage.

"Take a look at this, it might cheer you up. Although as a king and a friend I shouldn't say this, I still want to remind you…"

Baratheon paused, his majestic face taking on a hint of solemnity.

"This is for you, and even more so for the future of this country… be careful of that woman, and it's best not to have anything to do with her."

Ailan looked at the Lionheart King on the throne speechlessly. He wanted to say something, but in the end, it all turned into a long sigh.

"I understand… Your Majesty."

"Alright, why don't you take a look at this last month's Dalaran Monthly Report."

Ailan frowned at first, then became excited.

"Olvedo's great discovery… When did the Magic Monthly Report have this section? No, no, that's not it…"

The Lionheart King smiled dumbly as he watched the Archmage flipping through the newspaper like a headless fly.

"Dalaran Academic Seminar? This is… Wait a minute! Master Ayr is coming to Dalaran to attend the academic seminar between Quel'Thalas and Dalaran!"

Ailan exclaimed excitedly. His originally weakened spirit became亢奋. He waved the newspaper in his hand, excitedly like a child.

"Go take a look. The spatial coordinates of Southshore are on the back of the newspaper. I think you need a vacation to soothe your anxious nerves."

"But Your Majesty, the south…"

"Don't worry, my Chief Archmage, I am the Lionheart King of the Kingdom of Azeroth!"

When His Majesty, who had been hunching his back, said these words, his entire spirit was invigorated. The Archmage looked up at Baratheon on the throne, and the substantial aura once made him suspect that the one sitting on the throne was a majestic lion.

"Your Majesty… This time I go to Dalaran, I must ask Master Ayr for advice. I will definitely bring back a way to defeat Zul'Gurub."

Ailan lowered his head, unable to see his expression, but Baratheon knew what the Archmage at his feet was saying.

Smiling with relief, Baratheon stepped down from the throne and punched Ailan hard in the chest, then put his arm around the grimacing Archmage.

"Don't worry, Ailan, Stormwind City… will always be your strongest backing!"

PS: There are many versions of the encounter between Ailan and Aegwynn. These versions actually come from Blizzard's backstabbing… Some say Aegwynn seduced the Archmage, and some say they were both members of the Council of Tirisfal, and Ailan pursued Aegwynn first. There is also an even more outrageous version. The following excerpt is from the Internet: In the latest plot, Ailan serves in the assassination organization of the Council of Tirisfal, Tiristgarde. He met and fell in love with Aegwynn in the process of being ordered to hunt her down, and then chose to stand on Aegwynn's side.

At Aegwynn's suggestion, Ailan went to the Kingdom of Stormwind with her and obtained a job as a Royal Court Mage.

First of all, in the original plot, Medivh and Lothar are good friends. What kind of combination is this? The three giants of Stormwind City, an existence even greater than the great nobles. Bolvar-like dukes can't even get in line.

Imagine that no matter how powerful Medivh's mother is, it doesn't mean that she can make Ailan the Chief Court Mage, right? That's the king's right-hand man. No matter how great the ability, if you don't know the bottom line, who would dare to use it?

Also, Stormwind City at that time was terrible, with no money and no land. Ailan was already an Archmage, which should be level 60 in the current version. Can't he compare to Antonidas Kael'thas, or other members of the Six? Why go to Stormwind City to develop? It doesn't make sense. Isn't it better to be the boss in Kirin Tor?

Or, only Medivh's father, that is, Ailan, has been rooted in Stormwind City for generations, and was originally a nobleman of Stormwind City. This is the only way to make his child become friends with Lothar and Llane Wrynn, although Medivh was also very awesome after the age of 14.

For the sake of rationality and readability, the author will choose a more logical version.