Azeroth Monster Manual

"Next, let's introduce the Red Team contestants."

Edman, seeing the increasing chaos and noise in the arena, quickly picked up another script Romans had given him in advance and began to read.

The angry crowd gradually quieted down under the amplification magic released by Edman, and began to listen carefully to the host's upcoming introduction.

"Representing the Red Team is... is..."

Edman felt like a million alpacas were stampeding through his mind. Looking at the few lines on the script, beads of sweat streamed down his forehead.

He turned his head with difficulty, looking incredulously at Kael'thas in the VIP seats on the right.

Kael'thas shifted uneasily, but Archmage Aiel had repeatedly instructed him not to interfere. The prince, with a complex expression, could only silently nod to the host.

Edman opened his mouth wide, stood blankly for a moment, and after confirming that the script in his hand was correct, he stammered:

"The Red Team contestant is the Soul Guide from Silvermoon City, the Founder of Arcana, the Father of Arugal, the Pioneer of GM..."

Edman wiped the cold sweat from his forehead from time to time. The elf's long titles made him feel a bit overwhelmed, but he had to continue reading.

"...Aiel Theronar!"

Aiel, with black lines all over his face, swept his gaze across the VIP seats where the elves were located, only to see the innocent-looking prince and the old dwarf.

"It must be that bastard Kael'nel!"

Kael'nel: I wonder if Lord Aiel is satisfied with my talent. I really miss the days when I was an editor.

......

Antonidas's eyes flashed with a cold light, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. This subtle smile slowly widened until hearty laughter echoed throughout the VIP seats.

"Should I say you're arrogant? Or cute? Theronar's boy, it seems this round is mine."

Stroking the beard under his chin, Antonidas's gloomy complexion disappeared, and a heavy weight in his heart finally lifted.

As soon as Edman's voice fell, the originally noisy arena fell silent.

"Damn it, if you don't have applause, some rotten tomatoes and banana peels will do."

The young man, who was prepared to receive cheers, awkwardly lowered his hand. The arena seemed to have been cast with time magic, frozen at that moment. The only sounds Aiel could hear were the squeaks of sewer rats and Antonidas's hearty laughter.

"Thump."

Someone's beer bottle fell to the ground, making a dull thud. The frozen audience suddenly erupted into deafening cheers.

"That's Archmage Aiel!"

"It's him! I saw him on the Golden Growth GG advertisement."

"Oh my god, it's Archmage Aiel! I want to have his babies!"

"Get out of the way! You're blocking my view of Archmage Aiel!"

......

It only took a few seconds for the audience to go from stillness to chaos. People raised their arms and shouted frantically. Some fanatical female fans even took off their panties in public and threw them in Aiel's direction.

"Aiel!"

"Aiel!"

"Aiel!"

......

Someone with a loud voice shouted, and people in the noisy audience began to respond to this sound, until it converged into one, and the entire arena echoed with the young man's name.

The Speaker, who had been laughing loudly, seemed to have choked on something and suddenly closed his mouth.

Madora, who was next to him, stared at her chest with her eyes and nose fixed on her heart. She was all too familiar with Antonidas's current state. Ever since the name Aiel was known to the Speaker, he didn't seem to have had a good night's sleep.

"Cough cough cough."

Antonidas coughed violently, his face flushed red, until the female mage handed him a cup of serenity flower tea.

"Gulp gulp, ha..."

Antonidas drank the tea in the cup in one breath and let out a long sigh. His flushed complexion visibly turned pale.

......

Aiel faced the three people opposite him with ease. The match had started for several minutes, but none of the three had made a move, which made him very curious.

"Hey, that human kid, aren't you going to make a move yet?"

Nerus Ebonlocke looked at his idol with a tangled expression. He was obviously stunned when he heard Aiel's question and couldn't say a word.

"Still a silent gourd. What about you? Troll, I can smell the stench of voodoo on you. It seems you are not a traditional mage."

The young man turned to look at the troll squatting on the ground, casually drawing something, and said.

"Even in that dark and smelly prison, I have heard your name, elf."

'Is this the routine trash talk before the fight?'

Aiel complained in his heart, but all his muscles were already tense. With his current physical fitness, he could snap the troll's neck in a fraction of a second.

"Stop drawing. Do you think I'm a three-year-old kid? Don't I know what that crude magic circle on the ground is?"

The troll raised his head in surprise. The young man's erudition made him become more vigilant.

"And you, Krasus, isn't it really interesting for a great archmage like you to come here and play house with me?"

The young man ignored the troll who was preparing for battle and said to the silent elf beside him.

"I'm sorry, Aiel Theronar, but please rest assured, I will not take your life. I am very curious about your strange research results. If you can..."

"How boring. I thought you were going to say some awe-inspiring warning words to remind me, a snot-nosed brat, to respect my seniors."

The young man rudely interrupted the elven mage, disdainfully picked his ears, and said to the three people:

"Come on, all of you! I'll take on three at once!"