Azeroth Monster Manual

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Eyre and his group were walking along a path in Lordamere with Antonidas and the councilors.

"Master Eyre, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Antonidas restrained himself from staring at Unit Zero and greeted the elven youth.

"The pleasure is mine, Speaker Antonidas."

Eyre bowed gracefully, performing a standard high elf mage etiquette.

"Hey, you two brats, don't touch it! This big guy is very precious."

"It's simply a gift from the heavens, just let me touch it, I promise…"

"Master Eyre's creation is indeed well-deserved of its reputation…"

Kael'thas and Ansirem, two young archmages, saw Antonidas and Eyre walking ahead, and their curiosity could no longer be suppressed.

Standing aside, Modera was also very curious, but her pride as a lady did not allow her to do such rude things, so she could only watch the two who jumped into the cockpit eagerly.

Krasus, on the other hand, followed closely behind Antonidas, who was about to walk away, without much interest.

Kael'thas was proudly explaining the structure to the two archmages with his half-baked knowledge. If an uninformed person saw it, they would definitely think he was the owner of Unit Zero.

"Hmph, that delicate prince, what does he know? Don't be fooled by him! He just heard a few things from Eyre and started showing off in front of you…"

"You!"

Kael'thas pointed at the complacent old dwarf in shame and could not speak.

"Ha, you definitely don't know what this good lad's name is."

Hermit shook his head exaggeratedly while secretly peeking at the reactions of the others. The prince's face was livid, wishing he could cast a large fireball on that pretentious, smug face.

"Listen carefully, lads, this good lad's full name is Behemoth - Unit Zero. This is a giant robot created by me and Master Eyre together. Robot, understand? Don't look at me like that, this guy is different from those goblin junks."

"Wow!"

"Really? Mr. Dwarf, did you really create this with Master Eyre?"

The eyes of the two high-ranking archmages were full of little stars, and their favorability towards the arrogant dwarf in front of them instantly rose several levels.

"Heh, it's just a tool for the mentor, what does an ignorant dwarf know about engineering? If I had been assisting the mentor at the time, Unit Zero would definitely be more perfect than it is now."

Kael'thas said dismissively from the side.

"Bullshit, what do you know about forging, you delicate little girl?"

"If I'm not mistaken, all the rune patterns engraved on such a perfect creation were actually completed by the mentor alone. What else can you do besides tightening a few screws? Worthless dwarf."

"Want to fight, little girl? Does your chrysanthemum itch?"

"Although you are just a dirty and incompetent fool, I am still willing to teach his disobedient pet a lesson for the mentor…"

"I've long been annoyed by you, you sissy! It's really unlucky that Master Eyre has a pretentious and shameless prince like you."

"Oh? I share the same opinion with you on this point. From the moment I first saw you, I felt that such a radiant mentor was actually standing next to a barbaric, ignorant, and uneducated uncivilized dwarf? It's really a great shame for me as a student."

The two figures, one tall and one short, stared at each other with swords drawn. As soon as the two met, they looked at each other with displeasure, as if they were incompatible.

The two young archmages held the two's arms tightly, so as to avoid a 'honorable' duel in this small cockpit.

… …

"That's really rude, Master Eyre…"

The noise from behind made Antonidas feel a little embarrassed.

"It doesn't matter, I think they are very energetic, and this kind of vitality is an indispensable quality for mages, isn't it? Speaker Antonidas?"

Eyre was just chatting with Antonidas without much intention. He was still thinking about the plan just now and didn't have time to pay attention to Hermit, that treasure.

'As expected, he's not simple. What is he implying to me? Could it be that he has already seen through my plan? No, I have to test him again.'

Antonidas's originally solemn face became more serious. He looked at the young man with his peripheral vision without making a sound, but found nothing.

'The information says that he is only 16 years old this year. Judging from the long life cycle of elves, even after 1000 years, he will still be a young man, right?

He has such a scheming mind at such a young age. Damn Quel'Thalas actually protects him so well. Over the years, the Kirin Tor's intelligence department has only investigated that he is a biologist? It seems that after this seminar, the sewers need a major clean-up.'

Antonidas seemed to have thought of something, with a gloomy face, while Eyre beside him was also thinking about something, without saying a word.

Krasus stared at the figures of the two with interest. The different expressions of the two also gave him some interest.

"The front is the Violet Barrier, right? As expected of Dalaran, to be able to find this abundant magic web node so accurately, even compared to those old scholars in Quel'Thalas, it is not inferior."

A huge semi-circular protective barrier enveloped the entire Dalaran. Such a spectacle also broadened the horizons of the knowledgeable elven youth.

'He is implying to me that although Dalaran has reached its current scale, the unrestrained extraction of magic power from the magic web has already touched the Blue Dragons' inverse scales?

I thought the conflict with the Blue Dragons was hidden so well, but I didn't expect him…

Could it be Kael'thas? Impossible, even if Kael'thas knows that we have some friction with the Blue Dragons, he definitely won't know that this conflict has reached the point of almost intensifying. Hiss… what a meticulous mind, as expected of you… Eyre.'

Eyre: I heard that there is a wishing pool in Dalaran? Do you want to throw a coin in and check in later?

The two, each with their own ulterior motives, finally stepped into this human magic kingdom - Dalaran.

Eyre looked curiously at the huge magic barrier. He was a little dazed after just walking out of the barrier, but the bizarre scene that appeared in front of him completely stunned him…

The originally bustling streets were now crowded with people.

Alchemy rooms, tailor shops, engineering workshops… every household and shop was covered with red banners.

The young man glanced at them casually, and the various GG slogans dazzled him.

'Welcome Master Eyre to Dalaran, all magic cloth and primal mooncloth pieces are 5% off.'

'Fertilizer mixed with Jinkela, one bag can be used for two generations, mages must have Jinkela if their magic power is not developed, Dalaran is too short of resources, Jinkela is a must.

Jinkela Jinkela mages need it, Jinkela Jinkela Lord Eyre invented it, Jinkela Jinkela choose it for the benefit of the country and the people'

Behind the huge red banner was also a portrait of the elven youth. In the portrait, the young man was holding Jinkela in his left hand and giving a thumbs up with his right hand, smiling brightly. It was quite a good painting.

That's not all. People on the bustling streets saw Eyre's figure at the city gate and rushed towards him like crazy.

Several beautiful girls even rolled their eyes and fainted.

The crowd was mixed, with some holding flowers and some holding fan call signs that read 'I Love Eyre'.

The scene instantly got out of control, and the guards who were originally maintaining order were also scattered by the fanatical crowd.

Just as Antonidas was about to cast a group sleep spell with a livid face, a group of mages in black rushed out.

Hundreds of people began to cast spells together, releasing dark and oppressive huge dark clouds. After a while, everyone except Eyre and his party became drenched chickens.

The originally fanatical fans and the civilians who were coerced were drenched to the core, the out-of-control order was re-established, and the crowd quieted down, standing honestly aside and watching Eyre and his party.

Just as Eyre was still wondering who these people in black were, this group of people in black walked up to them in a mighty manner.

Hundreds of people stood in rows in a well-trained manner. Under the low shout of the leading gnome, they all knelt on one knee with one hand on their chest, lowered their heads, and said loudly: "Godfather!"

Eyre: The Dragon King with a crooked mouth is actually myself?

PS: There is another chapter, try to finish it before 12 o'clock

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