Azeroth Monster Manual

“Magic Essence? What is that?”

Antonidas asked, puzzled. Even with his vast knowledge, he was unfamiliar with this Magic Essence he had never seen before.

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“What a grand scheme, that brat… He’s going to tear a hole in the sky.”

Baelovar watched his grandson, utterly shocked.

The reactions varied greatly, but they all shared a common thread: confusion and incomprehension. Despite being kings or high-ranking officials of their respective nations, none had ever heard of Magic Essence.

The young man conjured a semi-transparent crystal shimmering with a dim luster, like a magic trick. The crystal emitted a peculiar odor, not unpleasant, but quite intoxicating.

“Why is it so pungent?”

Theramore Proudmoore covered her nose, complaining softly.

“Those troll scum…”

“Shhh!”

Kael'thas interrupted Rommath, who looked disgusted, signaling him to listen attentively.

… …

“Everyone is familiar with trolls, for example, our King Thoras Trollbane. The meaning of the surname Trollbane is 'Troll Slayer,' personally bestowed by Emperor Thoradin…”

King Thoras Trollbane raised his head, honored, and proudly held up his two-handed axe, Trollbane. This high-profile action ignited the passions of tens of thousands of citizens, and the square resounded with the uneven cheers and exclamations of the common people.

“Trolls are a magical species. Although they are now savage, crude, and bloodthirsty, still practicing live sacrifices and cannibalism, even as fellow trolls, they will not hesitate to devour each other when extremely hungry…”

A chorus of boos arose from the crowd, who listened to the young man's description with disgust.

“However, they have a long and extensive history, dating back tens of thousands of years, even longer than our distant relatives, the Night Elves. Although I hate to admit it, the trolls' physical qualities are among the best in the entire mortal race.

Coupled with their strong fertility and rapid maturation, the troll empire once dominated this world.

So, be thankful, everyone. Be thankful that our ancestors united to defeat the invincible Amani Empire and the Gurubashi Empire, the overlords of the south.”

The common people didn't feel much from the young man's words, but the high-ranking officials and kings in the front row all showed thoughtful expressions. The common people may not understand those dusty histories.

But they were different. Although the Arathor Empire had already split, their ancestors had shed blood and sweat for this country, which determined the nobility of their bloodline for generations. And the trolls were like a huge rock blocking their path, not only hindering the prosperity and development of the country but also blocking their ambitions.

Seeing that the emotions were almost stirred up, Aier quickly brought the topic back.

“Speaking of trolls, we must mention the mysterious substance called Magic Essence. Magic Essence is like the energy that sustains the trolls' lives, and this energy only exists in their brains.”

The young man picked up the piece of Magic Essence that emitted a pungent odor, gesturing vividly beside his head.

“And this Magic Essence is the fuel for the Totem of Soul Siphon!”

… …

Although people had been stimulated enough by this young man's words and deeds today, they couldn't control their emotions when they suddenly heard that the trolls' brains actually contained such mysteries.

The various kings started discussing, exploring the words Aier had just said.

The young man leaned against the podium, one hand on his cheek, quietly watching the various expressions of the people below. He knew that the amount of information he provided was too much, leaving these big figures at a loss for a while.

As time passed, the people in the VIP seats seemed to have reached some agreement and all fell silent.

A faint purple soundproof barrier enveloped the entire VIP area, and the noisy square instantly quieted down.

“Aier Salona, did you set up so much earlier just for those words just now?”

Antonidas stood up alone, his wise eyes fixed on the young man's pupils.

“Who knows?”

The young man smiled slightly, staring back at Antonidas without yielding.

Everyone remained silent, including Baelovar and Kael'thas's group of elves, all tacitly looking at Antonidas.

“What exactly… do you want?”

After saying this, Antonidas seemed to have aged a little. The kings below all breathed a sigh of relief. They knew that the Archmage of Kirin Tor… had yielded.

Or rather, they had all yielded, yielding to the feet of that magical young man, yielding to those mysterious and powerful alchemical creations, yielding to the Jincola 3.0 that could feed the people.

“King Baratheon, do you have anything you want to say to everyone?”

The young man did not directly answer Antonidas's question but instead looked at the silent Lionheart King.

“Huff…”

Baratheon took a deep breath and stood up resolutely.

“The Kingdom of Azeroth will declare war on the Gurubashi trolls!”

The whole place was silent.

“You’re crazy! Baratheon, if you want to die, send Lothar's last bloodline to Lordaeron. Thoradin's bloodline must not be lost.”

Terenas was the first to jump out, sternly accusing Baratheon, whose face was firm, and the other kings echoed his words:

“That’s right, if you want to go to war with the Gurubashi, then send Emperor Thoradin's bloodline to Kul Tiras. Our Kul Tiras is impregnable, and Lothar is safer here than in the crisis-ridden Stormwind!”

King Proudmoore was the second to jump out.

“Stromgarde was once the capital of the Arathor Empire. When did you feudal lords become qualified to raise the Emperor's bloodline? I think it's better to send him to Arathi. I will personally guide Lothar on the path of the warrior.”

King Thoras Trollbane was the third to jump out.

… …

“Hehe, hahahaha…”

A burst of hearty laughter awakened the six kings who were arguing endlessly. They all looked at the elf youth who was laughing so hard that he was bending over.

“Are you trying to use Lothar to command the kings? Everyone, if I remember correctly, the Arathor Empire has been dead for over 3,000 years, right?”

The young man's unvarnished truth made the kings unable to step down. They were all speechless, and they didn't even have the courage to refute the young man.

“I don't care about your human family affairs. I only care about whether the trolls can be wiped out!”

The young man slammed the table hard, roaring angrily.

“This… this still needs to be discussed at length.”

Terenas wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, saying softly.

The young man carried a deep sense of oppression, which made His Majesty Terenas, who had been powerful for half his life, unable to help but feel three points short of breath.

“What about this? Can the trolls be wiped out!”

The young man slapped the large piece of Magic Essence on the table.

“Can be wiped out, but only those scattered trolls can be wiped out.”

King Thoras Trollbane didn't dare to meet the young man's gaze. He was also wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. The young man's aura was too powerful, which reminded him of the scene when his father reprimanded him when he was a child.

“Add this! Can the trolls be wiped out!”

Aier threw the more than ten Totems of Soul Siphon that he had just put into his backpack onto the ground with a crash, making the kings below feel pained.

“Can be wiped out! But taxes have to be increased on the commoners. If the army has no pay, the trolls still can't be wiped out…”

Aiden Perenolde said in a voice as soft as a mosquito's. If everyone present wasn't so powerful, they really wouldn't have been able to hear what he said.

“Can't taxes be drawn from the nobles? As far as I know, the Barov family's land alone covers the entire Lordaeron and Alterac.”

The young man asked, puzzled.

“But I am the king, not a bandit. The king's taxes must be cleverly established, justifiable, and those nobles will definitely not agree.”

“What kind of logic is this!”

Aier jumped off the podium, grabbed Aiden's collar, and lifted him in front of him.

“I'll ask you one more time, can the nobles' taxes be collected!”

Aiden Perenolde was indeed a recognized playboy. He curled up into a ball, letting Aier hold his collar, feeling the young man's icy gaze, and couldn't say a word.

“Huh?”

“Can be collected! Can be collected! But the commoners' taxes must also be collected together. Three-tenths of the commoners' taxes go to the national treasury, seven-tenths go to the army, and the nobles' taxes are returned in full.”

Aier: … … It's really a waste of talent for you to be a king. Go be a county magistrate in your next life.

Throwing Aiden aside, Aier returned to the podium. He had had enough of these disgusting politicians and decided to reveal the answer directly.

“Pa.”

With a crisp sound, a transparent crystal bottle appeared on the table. People could vaguely see gray powder from the shaking crystal bottle.

“With this, can the trolls be wiped out!”

“What is this?”

Everyone said in unison.

“A coagulant. When applied to weapons or arrowheads, as long as it breaks a little of the troll's skin, the troll's blood will coagulate and die within a few seconds.”

The young man said tiredly.

“Alterac will never coexist with the trolls!”

Aiden Perenolde shouted, and that indomitable momentum almost moved the young man to tears.

Terenas: … …

Proudmoore: … …

Baratheon: … …

Everyone: … …

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