Azeroth Monster Manual

“Your Majesty, do you still remember that public lesson at the Ethereal Language Pool a few years ago?”

“Of course I remember. You little brat, you really stole the show back then. Even now, I'm still envious that old Belore has such an amazing grandson.

I don't know when that rascal Kael will give me a big, fat grandson.”

Anasterian, like a benevolent old man, sat with the young man on the steps beneath the throne, chatting like two good friends.

“Haha, you're making me blush with all those compliments.”

Aier scratched his head, smiling shyly.

“I heard you've established a Saronite Alchemy Workshop in that wild land of Kalimdor. How many is that now?”

“The eighth. And nine more are under construction…”

“You little devil, the Saronite family's annual income is almost catching up to Quel'Thalas's annual tax revenue, isn't it? No wonder that old Belore's mage tower gets renovated every few years. And after each renovation, he has to flaunt it in front of me, subtly bragging about you.”

“Your Majesty is joking. My grandfather is just old and likes to ramble…”

“Haha, I've recorded this as a magic image. When Belore comes back, I'll show it to him. By the way, your adventure in Un'Goro Crater must have been exciting. Can you tell me about it?”

“Your Majesty, you wouldn't believe it, but there's a devilsaur there that's even taller and bigger than the Sunfury Spire! That big dinosaur…”

… …

Time flew by, and mischievous blue children hung on the dark curtain of night, starlight scattering from the majestic Sunfury Spire.

The young man and the old man unknowingly chatted for an entire day.

“Your Majesty, do you still remember that public lesson a few years ago?”

“You little rascal, are you trying to take advantage of my old age? This is the second time you've asked me about this.”

Anasterian chuckled, lightly punching the young man's chest. Aier, being a good sport, feigned pain and let out a cry.

“You little devil, don't pretend. Seven or eight years ago, you could already spar with that Salorean guy. How much strength can an old man like me have…”

“Your Majesty is joking…”

“Your Majesty, do you still remember the time magic I used back then?”

The young man said seemingly casually, but little did he know that such an ordinary sentence almost made the Sun King fall off the steps in shock.

“Hoo…”

“You're finally willing to talk about it. Let me think about those bronze… are those things related to the clearing of the trolls?”

Taking a deep breath, Anasterian sat back on his throne, asking with a tone of mingled surprise and doubt.

“Let me tell you a story. After hearing this story, you might understand my good intentions.”

Aier stood up, speaking in a nostalgic tone:

… …

6 years ago, Quel'Thalas.

Aier, with his short legs, appeared in the Sunstrider's Library. He climbed a long ladder, diligently taking out a thick book from the bookshelf.

“Phew, cough cough cough.”

The elven child lightly blew the dust off the spine of the book, but accidentally blew the dust into his nostrils, causing him to cough violently.

“This is the last one. It's hidden so high up. Let me see what good stuff it is.”

Over the years, the elven child, relying on his outstanding intelligence and mental attributes, plus a brain development of up to 25% (he didn't have hypermnesia at the time), had devoured all the books in the Sunstrider's Library. Although he couldn't fully digest them, he had memorized everything.

And this one on the high shelf was also the last book he had not read.

【The Secrets of the Titans】

Several ancient Salas words appeared in Aier's eyes. This beautiful and complex script is said to have first appeared among the Highborne more than 10,000 years ago. Over time, this language was simplified into the current Darnassian (Night Elves) and Salas (High Elves) languages.

Aier put the ancient book into his space bag as if he had found a treasure, and quietly left the Sunstrider's Library.

Of course, this was not theft, because of his own outstanding contributions and the influence of the Saronite family, the Sun King Anasterian specially allowed the elven child to borrow a book every month. Of course, the borrowed books still had to be returned.

… …

“Damn it, what the hell is written in here?”

The elven child angrily slammed the book shut in his hand.

Originally, Aier, who was full of joy, thought he had found some amazing treasure. He returned to his grandfather's mage tower excitedly, ready to revel in the sea of knowledge, only to suddenly realize that the ancient book in front of him was not a secret treasure with scientific research significance, but a miscellaneous book like a fantasy novel.

After a long time, Aier, not believing in evil, reopened the thick book and read it carefully.

【Chapter 1: Azshara and the Bronze Titan's Sweet Past】

“The following content is not fabricated by me, everything is adapted from real events

— Merrit”

“Merrit? If I remember correctly, this Highborne seems to be the first owner of Aluneth? Forget it, maybe I can find some powerful spells of Azshara and Sargeras from this book.”

The elven child continued to read with a spirit of exploration.

… …

‘The Bronze Titan Sargeras stood in the center of the Well of Eternity, took off his armor that flashed with five-colored light, revealing his strong muscles like a knife and axe, and let out a huge roar:

Insignificant insects, you dare to resist me!? I will crush all of your maggot bodies, extract your humble souls, and torture them for endless years, I… …’

“Dear Sargeras, how do you want to torture your most loyal maid?”

Queen Azshara took graceful steps, slowly removing the gauze from her body, revealing her violet skin that radiated a shimmering glow.

A crisp incantation rang out, and the Queen grew to the size of Sargeras. With a delicate snort, she pounced into the arms of the bronze titan, and the two began a fierce 'battle'. The entire Well of Eternity was roiling under their movements. Before long, panting sounds echoed throughout Zin-Azshari.

【The next few hundred pages are all about this, with no substantial progress in the story itself...】

"This is totally a porno, isn't it?"

Al stood up angrily, the explicit and sensual descriptions in the book infuriating him. What kind of skill is it to bully a 10-year-old elven child?

"Forget it, let's keep reading. Merritt shouldn't be that vulgar. Maybe these erotic stories are actually hiding some important knowledge..."

So the elven child continued reading.

【Huln Highmountain's Love-Hate Relationship with the Mantid Queen】

【Alexstrasza and Her Many Consorts】

【Agamaggan and Goldrinn the Wolf God's Moonlight Waltz】

… …

"Forget it, I take back what I just said..."

The elven child slumped dejectedly on the table.

Just then, a breeze blew in from the window. When Al came to his senses, the obviously fabricated erotic short stories had disappeared. The thick 【Secrets of the Titans】 flipped to the last page in the breeze.

【Titan Ruins: The Secrets of Uldum】

'If you know nothing about Uldum, then I will tell you that it is a Titan ruin located in southern Tanaris, according to a holographic recording from the ancient Titans.

There are three Titan bases on the world of Azeroth. The other two are Uldaman in the Badlands, and Ulduar in the Storm Peaks of Northrend.

We know the most about Uldaman, the place where the Titans created the ancestors of the dwarves, stone gnomes, and earthen.

As for Ulduar, it is where the guardians left by the Titans on the continent of Azeroth reside, controlled by storm giants and their crystal golem servants.

However, we know very little about Uldum. According to the record, Uldum used to be the Titans' climate research center in the world of Azeroth, and perhaps still is. It may still house the Titans' blueprint for transforming this world, including mountains, rivers, seas, and all kinds of creatures.

… …

The most interesting thing about Uldum is the pair of huge holes in the middle of its gate, and the many arrows stuck in the wood around the holes. At first glance, it looks as if someone had tried to break into Uldum, but a closer look reveals that this is impossible.

One noteworthy point is the large hole in the center of the door, which is excessively thick—about four meters thick. But, what tried to break through it? The door was pushed out slightly, as if something inside was pushing it or violently hitting the door.

The arrows surrounding the hole are also noteworthy, as they are at least a meter long. What kind of creature could shoot such huge arrows!

Outside the gate, many stone pillars are arranged in two rows. They are clearly carved, and some of the pillars still have thick metal chains connecting them. One row of pillars has fallen to the ground, and more than half of the other row closer to the gate is missing or burned. They may have encountered some disaster, but it could not have been caused by the wind.'

… …

The elven child carefully read the only 'useful information' in this magic book. He skipped over anything the author had imagined, as well as incomplete or outdated knowledge, reading quickly. After a long time, his gaze fell on the last line.

【Teleport to Uldum】: * * * * * (Qiraji)

"This is… a teleportation spell formula?"

Al exclaimed in surprise.

After a long time, Al memorized the teleportation to Uldum spell formula. After carefully searching twice and finding no more valuable information, the elven child returned the magic book to the library.

"Should I try it? It's hard to resist the meat right in front of your mouth."

The elven child propped his chin up with one hand, lost in thought.

"Let's do it!"

No sooner said than done, he stumbled over the incantation he had just learned from the book.

Powerful magical fluctuations flickered in the mage tower, and a golden portal took shape.

"Why does it feel weird? Isn't it teleportation? How did it become a portal? And a golden one at that?"

The elven child stood beside the portal, the unfamiliar scene in the portal making him feel increasingly uneasy.

The blurry image in the portal did not show the endless yellow sand and lush oasis that Al remembered from the game in his previous life, but rather something dim.

The portal's glow gradually dimmed, and just as Al was about to give up on this impromptu trip, a golden claw suddenly reached out from the portal and grabbed Al.

… …

"Let me calm down…"

After listening to the boy's words, Anasterian suddenly felt a little dizzy. What the boy described was beyond his comprehension. In his nearly 3000 years of life, he had never seen or even heard of such bizarre 'stories'.

"So, Dragon Aspect Nozdormu not only sent you a batch of dragon eggs…"

"Infinite Dragon eggs, Your Majesty."

The boy reminded him softly.

"Okay, the Bronze Dragon Aspect not only gave you a batch of Infinite Dragon eggs, but also entrusted you with the task of saving the world? And then he washed his hands of it and went to travel the timeways alone?"

"Just this timeline, Your Majesty…"

Al continued to remind him softly.

"Let me take a moment. Um, Al, is there a possibility?"

"You tell me, Your Majesty."

Al sat up straight.

"Did you drink fake wine?"

Al Salronas: … …

Anasterian Sunstrider: … …