Azeroth Monster Manual

"If nothing unexpected happens in the 1V1 competition, that idealist Kael'thas should be participating. This match holds no suspense for me, and the victor will gain a significant two points, which means…"

Antonidas stood in the conference room of Violet Citadel. The once-empty hall was now filled with people. Dozens sat quietly in their seats, all with their heads lowered, taking notes diligently.

Apart from Antonidas's resonant voice, the only sound in the vast room was the 'shua shua' of pen tips touching paper.

The people sitting below the stage were not all high-level mages. Low-level mages accounted for a large proportion of the total number of mages present, which was a small miracle for Dalaran, where strength was paramount.

Looking at the earnest expressions of the people below, Antonidas nodded with satisfaction and continued, saying:

"This means the points we lost in the first two matches will be evened out, and it also means the remaining displays of 1st to 6th tier new spells become especially important. We must win at least 4 matches…"

"Clap, clap."

Antonidas clapped his hands, and soon a team of Kirin Tor battle mages walked in, carrying stacks upon stacks of documents.

"Be proud of your situation today, apprentices. Do you see the papers in their hands?"

The mages raised their heads, all staring curiously at the documents in the battle mages' hands.

"These papers contain the theses and new spell model concepts written by all the genius mages of Dalaran over the past 3000 years.

Of course, these new spells are no longer new to us, but they are good enlightenment materials for you rookies who have just embarked on the path of the arcane."

Antonidas randomly pulled out a document. The heavy ink had not completely dried, but the Archmage did not mind.

After a long while, Antonidas's face turned red, and he said angrily:

"Damn it, why is it Kael'thas's thesis?"

The Archmage, who had been beaming with joy, suddenly turned ashen when he saw the name at the bottom of the document.

He wanted to tear the paper titled "The Schools of Arcane Magic - Abjuration" to shreds.

But when he saw the eager middle and low-level mages, he felt embarrassed to do so, so he coughed lightly twice and handed Kael'thas's thesis to the mage in the first row.

"Alright, that elven prince does have some skills, but compared to the geniuses among our human predecessors, his achievements are not worth mentioning."

After saying these polite words, the Archmage gracefully picked up the teacup on the table, took a light sip, then turned around and randomly pulled out another document from the thick stack.

A moment later…

"Cough, cough, cough."

The Archmage coughed violently, and the document in his hand fell to the ground.

A curious low-level mage picked up the document from the ground and began to read it carefully.

"Oh my god, it's actually Prince Kael'thas's previously published 'The Schools of Arcane Magic - Enchantment'! Your Excellency Speaker, you really have great vision. I am a loyal enchantment apprentice. Those complex and interesting lines and dust make me love it…"

Before the gnome mage, who was full of excitement, could finish reading the thesis in his hand, Antonidas snatched it away and tore it to shreds in front of everyone.

"Self-study! No one is allowed to eat until you finish reading these materials."

Antonidas suppressed his anger, kicked the gnome away, and walked out of the conference room with a dark face, leaving a group of mages caught in the crossfire feeling confused.

… …

Aier sat in his temporary office. The prince, who should have been sitting there as well, stood respectfully opposite the desk, with his eyes lowered, behaving like a disciple.

"Sow Pacification Technique? And it's a 5th-circle high-level spell, which can effectively pacify irritable sows and promote milk production in sows lacking nutrients? Let me see who came up with this clever idea. Ha, I knew it would be that idiot Kenerth Sunstrider!"

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Aier rubbed his hair irritably and tore the "Sow Pacification Technique" thesis in his hand to shreds.

Since the 3V3 competition, several days had passed, and the [Spell Great Invention] segment was getting closer and closer.

"'How to Make the Spell Model of Water Creation More Concise'?"

What mage apprentice came up with this terrible idea? Is there a need to simplify the spell model of Water Creation, which can restore mana with a single breath?

If you can't even afford to consume that little bit of mana, then I suggest he go back to his hometown to raise pigs. Perhaps I should build an A'Yew breeding farm in Dalaran? Then throw all these self-righteous fools in there."

The young man angrily tore the thesis in his hand. Olverdo, who was standing aside, lowered his head shyly. That thesis was written for Mentor Aier.

"'Cultivation and Summoning of Arcana'? Your Highness, do you know the rules of this competition?"

Aier suppressed the displeasure in his heart and said patiently to Kael'thas.

"Practicality, practicality, how many times have I said it? Don't you have any idea how you got that phoenix of yours?

His Majesty Anasterian specially plundered an elemental lord from the Fire Elemental Plane for you, and nurtured it in the Sunwell for 1000 years… I'm sorry, forgive my rudeness, Your Highness."

Aier, who was originally full of anger, realized he had misspoke, so he took the initiative to apologize. He still had to give face to the prince, after all, there were so many royalist supporters here. If people's hearts were scattered, the team would be difficult to lead.

"I should be the one apologizing to you, Teacher… Mr. Aier, I was too idealistic. I thought the birth of Arcana could be replicated."

Kael'thas lowered his head, looking dejected.

'Isn't this the Azeroth version of 'Why don't they eat meat porridge?' Besides the wealthy Sunstrider Dynasty, which organization or family has such strength?'

Aier smacked his lips enviously and ignored the prince, continuing to look at the thesis in his hand.

"Sorry to bother you, Lord Aier."

Romans knocked on the door and walked in after seeing no response. He took out a magical tome emitting golden light from his space bag and carefully placed it on Aier's desk.

[Detected Epic Grimoire - Romans's Book of Spells]

The system's prompt sounded in time. This magical tome emitting golden light was tightly sealed, and powerful magic protected its secrets.

Aier, who had the good fortune to study Belovoir's Grimoire, understood what it meant for a Grand Magister to send out his grimoire. That thick grimoire recorded the owner's lifelong learning and his rich experience.

"Romans… you"

The Archmage just smiled embarrassedly, feeling a mix of emotions in his heart.

'I should have known long ago that Lord Aier, who is respected even by His Highness the Prince, what qualifications do I have to put on that arrogant attitude in front of him?'

"Please accept it, Lord Aier. This book records my lifelong learning. I think these spells may bring you some inspiration."

Seeming to understand something, Aier looked at Romans's hopeful eyes, smiled silently, and took the grimoire on the table.

"Great!"

The 1500-year-old Grand Magister smiled like a child after discovering that the young man was carefully studying his grimoire.

From that 3V3 competition and the dwarf's few words, he had already understood that the young man in front of him, who was called a bookworm by the Silvermoon celebrities, was not as simple as people thought.

Even though he was a Grand Magister, with Aier's talent and strength, he might catch up with him in a few hundred years.

Since this young man has unlimited potential, why can't he put aside his pride and reconcile with him?

When Belovoir passes away, Aier Saronas, maybe not, but definitely, will become the next Speaker of the Silvermoon Council.

Romans sighed and looked at the young man with some envy and a hint of awe.