Azeroth Monster Manual

Dalaran, Fountain Square.

The vendors who originally set up stalls here had long since disappeared, and the wide square was filled with rows of low wooden benches. Even the bank diagonally opposite had its doors tightly shut, and the entrance was filled with decorative flower baskets and ribbons.

Squads of Kirin Tor guards formed a human wall, surrounding half of Dalaran tightly.

Antonidas sat in his office, looking at the dense crowd outside the window with disbelief.

“Are these civilians all from Alterac? That guy Aiden is too reckless! He's turned the once-great kingdom of Alterac into a chaotic mess!”

“There are also people from Lordaeron and Stromgarde who came here admiringly, Speaker…,”

Modera observed Antonidas's expression out of the corner of her eye, carefully choosing her words before cautiously speaking.

“It's simply absurd!”

The Speaker looked furious.

“Judging by the time, El Salona's public lecture is about to begin. Let's go.”

Sighing, Antonidas walked out of his office with complicated feelings.

“Modera, bring my notebook and magical ink.”

Modera: …

…

Outside the Fountain Square.

The bustling crowd was filled with bursts of noise from time to time. Shoulder to shoulder, the civilians squeezed together, and arguments and even fights broke out from time to time, which kept the Kirin Tor guards busy maintaining order.

“Uncle Sam, is that Master… uh… Starving Salona really that amazing?”

A freckled teenager tightly tugged at the sleeve of the middle-aged man next to him. Even so, the crowded people behind him almost pushed him to stumble.

“Idiot, it's Master El Salona. The master is a famous veterinarian. I heard a gnome say that the livestock in their neighborhood, if they get sick, Master El can cure them. As long as we follow the master's methods, Daly will definitely get better.”

“Really? But Daly hasn't produced milk for three days.”

…

Romans and his group had already arrived at a weapon shop in the center of Fountain Square. This weapon shop was bought by the wealthy Kael'thas a few days ago and used as a temporary resting place for everyone.

El rubbed his temples with a headache, staring suspiciously at Olverdo Mana-Storm, who was uneasy.

“Tell me, who came up with this crazy idea? Was it you spreading rumors everywhere?”

“I don't understand what you mean.”

Olverdo wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said intermittently.

“Did Kenael, that bastard, teach you?”

“You… you know?”

“Damn you, you don't learn the good stuff, but you learn this kind of nonsense so quickly, huh? Look at Milhouse, his rank is about to surpass you, and you don't feel any urgency? How can I entrust the El Brotherhood to you with peace of mind?”

El angrily picked up the water glass from the table and was about to smash it down, but after thinking about it, he reluctantly put it back.

“Listen, listen, listen to how these ignorant civilians are talking about me? A veterinarian famous far and wide? An agricultural expert who can make grain yields thousands of pounds per acre? These are fine, but how come there are rumors that I'm a pig farming specialist? It's all your and Kenael's fault, you two idiots!”

“Aren't you a pig farming specialist?”

Olverdo muttered in a low voice.

“Still dare to talk back? Don't you like writing papers on Water Creation? Take your people out and cast Water Creation for me. Distribute the purified water to the civilians. Come back and rest when your mana is exhausted, get out!”

The teenager kicked the gnome in the butt, and the latter scurried out as if he had been granted amnesty.

“Mentor El, how about I disperse these civilians?”

Romans said somewhat ingratiatingly.

No wonder Romans was so attentive. Even King Anasterian Sunstrider had arranged for His Highness the Prince to follow El to learn, so what qualifications did he, a Great Magister without power or influence, have to put on airs?

“Forget it, they're already here. It seems that if I don't show some real stuff, the Soul Mentor's reputation will be ruined today.”

The teenager sighed and, after instructing everyone, was about to walk out of the room.

“Mentor, your knowledge is so precious, those uncouth civilians…,”

Kael'thas said hesitantly. Ever since Anasterian's teachings, he had been tormented in his heart for so many days. Deep down, he did not agree with the Sun King's utilitarian views, but reality forced him to bow his head.

“Kael, now that you have become my disciple, let me give you your first lesson.”

The teenager, who had already stepped out of the door, sat down again opposite Kael'thas, his expression no longer as relaxed and carefree as before, but rather particularly serious.

Kael'thas unconsciously straightened his body, lowering his noble head and not daring to look at the teenager's somber face.

At this moment, El seemed to merge with the figure of Belovar Salona. His Highness the Prince clearly remembered that the former Speaker of Silvermoon had taught him in this way.

“Knowledge is valuable, and I believe you agree with this statement, but this statement is not complete. I mean, it also has a second half. Do you know what it is?”

Kael'thas shook his head blankly. In his long life of more than 600 years, he was very sure that he had never heard the second half of this sentence.

“Knowledge is valuable, but thinking is priceless.”

El slowly said this sentence, causing some elves to be puzzled.

“There is only one El Salona in this world, right?”

“Mentor, how do you…”

The teenager's words made Kael'thas even more confused.

“There is only one El Salona in this world, but if he passes on his meager knowledge to those pure people, to those who truly need it, to those who dare to seek the truth and tirelessly pursue it, then there will be countless more El Salonas in this world. These El Salonas are you, are me, are him, are him, and him…”

El pointed to the elves in the room one by one and said softly.

“Mentor, your knowledge is more precious than the magical pearl of Dalaran. How can you belittle yourself? You should… should…”

Romans wanted to praise him a few words, but he seemed to think of something and froze in place, unable to speak for a long time.

The teenager ignored Romans' interruption and continued:

“These Els are all different. Each of them possesses the most precious and rarest treasure in this world - thinking, active thinking, innovative thinking, unconventional thinking…

But they are all the same. Their spirit, their selflessness, are exactly the same. This is - the spark. If the spark can be passed on, utopia is just around the corner.”

After the teenager finished speaking, the entire room became silent.

The elves in the room, including Kael'thas, all had lost their focus. El's words subverted their understanding. In their hundreds or thousands of years of life, they had never heard such deafening words.

El smiled and scanned the elves in the room, nodding almost imperceptibly. This was the result he wanted. A single spark can start a prairie fire…