Azeroth Monster Manual

Just as the Treetop Tribe was in the midst of their war preparations, Aier had already left Shadra'lor and arrived at the Altar of Zul.

At this moment, the youth no longer resembled a Crooked Branch troll but had transformed into the appearance of a Treetop troll.

He wore a set of well-crafted [Savage Leather Armor], exposing his sturdy, pale green skin, with a thick layer of moss covering his face.

“The guards are so scarce; it seems Sardo has already succeeded on his end.”

The youth concealed himself in the shadows, swiftly moving towards the depths of the Altar of Zul.

“Puchi…”

The subtle sound of a dagger slicing through a throat echoed in the dim thatched hut. The youth's figure slowly appeared, then gradually disappeared.

“Not here.”

“Not here either…”

Under the tranquil night, Aier rapidly reaped the lives of the Crooked Branch trolls like a black reaper, all to find one person, or rather, one troll.

“Seventy-two. My patience is running out. Kima, you bastard, if I can't find that damned woman before the hundredth, I guarantee I'll make your death very unpleasant!”

Aier cursed inwardly while gently placing the corpse in his arms on the ground.

“Fuu.”

The youth blew out the candle in the room, wiped the blood-stained dagger clean, and once again disappeared into the darkness.

“Seventy-three…”

“Seventy-four…”

“Seventy-five…”

“Seventy-six… Wait…”

Aier arrived near a brightly lit stone house. Just as he was about to leave and find another target, he was drawn in by the conversation inside.

Curious, he hid behind the door, listening intently to the voices within the room.

“The night patrol hasn't returned yet. Should we…”

“Is there anything unusual happening at the altar?”

“There's nothing unusual. You can rest assured that the Sacred Hammer is here with me. No third person will know about it.”

…

“Found her.”

The youth revealed a bloodthirsty smile.

After a few breaths, Aier searched the bodies of the two female trolls and found a seemingly ordinary wooden hammer.

[Sacred Hammer]: White Quality

Although the system didn't provide any extra prompts for this ordinary white-grade equipment, Aier understood the specific function of this item.

In his previous life in the game, this Sacred Hammer was a necessary item to synthesize the [Hammer of Zul'Farrak], and this Hammer of Zul'Farrak, well, as the name suggests, was related to Zul'Farrak, the capital of the Sandfury trolls.

“It wasn't a wasted trip after all.”

The youth smiled, put the wooden hammer into his arms, and then, as if thinking of something, he cut off the heads of the two wide-eyed trolls.

A moment later…

“Fire! Fire!”

“Quick, put out the fire! The two guardian adults are still inside!”

……

The originally peaceful Altar of Zul became chaotic under the youth's actions.

“Let me add fuel to the fire!”

Aier smiled slightly, deliberately revealing his figure, and ran like the wind among the priests.

“Damn it! It's that Treetop trash who set the fire!”

“Catch him! Catch him!”

“That shadow hunter killed Lord Mortaga'ya!”

Whizzing axes flew past the youth's ears, but couldn't harm a single hair on his body. Crackling lightning bolts and strange voodoo magic hadn't even come close before being easily dodged by the youth.

As if playing a prank, Aier whistled and casually threw the heads of the two trolls into the hands of a priest who was casting voodoo magic.

“This is… What is this… Oh heavens, it's Lord Kirgga's head… *hic*”

The youth's actions interrupted the priest's chanting. He lowered his head to look at the item in his arms and fainted directly.

“What a coward.”

Aier criticized in his heart, but his movements were not slow. He took out a few Soul Embrace totems from his arms and threw them randomly into the crowd.

“Quick, get out of the way!”

The warning of the Crooked Branch Axethrower hadn't finished when hundreds of viper spirits emitting orange light entangled him, and he soon breathed his last.

Aier ran all the way, scattering venomous snake guards into the crowd as if they were worthless.

“Consider these defective products as a gift for you.”

Aier watched his masterpiece with satisfaction. Behind him, hundreds of headhunters and axethrowers had gathered, and even a few Crooked Branch wolf cubs were mixed in.

Aier deliberately slowed down and took out a few Treetop spears from his back, pinning the wolf cubs to the ground one by one.

“Evil branches and trolls deserve to die!” (Treetop dialect)

(Crooked Branch trolls deserve to die!)

After shouting these words, Aier left, even remembering to change direction before leaving, so that the pursuers behind him would mistakenly think he was returning to Shadra'lor.

… …

“Did you catch that Treetop troll?”

The High Priestess wearily treated the wounds of the injured Crooked Branch trolls.

Several hundred trolls who had chased Aier all lowered their heads, not daring to look into the High Priestess's eyes. The scene fell into silence.

“Ah… Forget it. We are no match for that Treetop troll. Stop chasing him.”

“But! High Priestess, it was those Treetop trolls who started it…”

A Crooked Branch diviner covered his injured arm and said bitterly.

“I will report the truth to the High Priest… Since the two guardian adults have died, then I should take responsibility for this.”

The elderly High Priestess seemed to have aged several years after saying this.

Such a terrible incident had occurred. The two guardian adults appointed by High Priest Hex were all killed overnight. Only he could bear such a great responsibility. He understood that if he told Hex the truth, his fate would be unimaginable, but he had no choice.

“The High Priest will not let you go…”

Several confidants watched the High Priestess still treating the wounded with a sad expression.

After a long time.

“High Priestess, what's the matter with finding me so late? Why is it you instead of Mortaga'ya and Kirgga? Where have they gone?”

Hex's figure appeared in the voodoo spell released by the High Priestess. At this time, she seemed to have just fallen asleep, her green hair spread out, and her lazy expression was actually a little bit alluring.

“High Priestess, Mortaga'ya and Kirgga are all… they are all… all dead.”

“What did you say!”

The sharp female voice resounded throughout the Altar of Zul. The priests and warriors surrounding the altar all stood aside in silence, not daring to make a sound.

“It's like this… … ”

The High Priestess told Hex everything that happened tonight with a sad face.

“Treetop trash!”

Hex gritted her silver teeth with a resentful face. At this time, she was completely different from her lazy and beautiful posture just now.

“Bad! Go and check the bodies and residences of those two wastes, Mortaga'ya and Kirgga, and see if there is… … ”

The High Priestess seemed to see Hex's intention, so he dismissed everyone and listened to her instructions.

“See if there is a small wooden hammer on them, the appearance of the small hammer is… … Do you understand? Go yourself, I'll wait for you here!”

“Yes, High Priestess.”

A quarter of an hour later.

“How is it? Did you find it?”

Hex asked anxiously, it seemed that the Sacred Hammer was very important to her.

“No… no, that shadow hunter cut off the heads of the two guardian adults before leaving, but threw them back at the end. I think maybe… maybe, maybe he has already taken it away.”

The High Priestess wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said cautiously.

“Damn it! Damn Treetop trash, I won't let them go, these bipedal sheep will eventually be… … ”

Hex roared angrily, and then, as if thinking of something, asked suspiciously:

“Old thing, are you sure that they are from the Treetop tribe? As far as I know, apart from that barbaric bastard, Treetop Chieftain, there has never been such a powerful and cunning guy in the Hinterlands!”

“I am very sure that the shadow hunter released many secret arts that only the Treetop tribe masters - Viper Guard.”

The High Priestess lowered his head and said tremblingly, but he didn't get Hex's response for a long time. He mustered up the courage to raise his head, but found that the High Priestess in the voodoo image was staring blankly at the Soul Embrace totem in his hand, as if thinking about something.

Just then, a shrill scream came to the ears of the two.

“Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Those Treetop trash have broken in!”

… …

So far, the war between Treetop and Crooked Branch is a foregone conclusion

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