Azeroth Monster Manual

Martin lay exhausted on the scorched earth, breathing heavily, his old-fashioned leather armor tattered and torn, his spear reduced to a mere stump.

Looking at the corpses of several lackeys beside him, Martin's smoke-stained face gradually filled with a smile. Although his right leg was crippled, he had risked half his life to end the lives of these 'evil dogs'.

Supporting himself with the broken spear, he stood up shakily.

Watching the once lush blood thistle field turn into a sea of fire, watching the magnificent mansion become a pile of rubble, watching his companions support each other as they left, Martin was like a taut string, finally snapping in the last moments before dawn…

“Jennifer, I’m sorry…”

The light in the old soldier's eyes completely disappeared, but he did not fall, merely standing stubbornly in place.

… …

Kainar carried Martin's body on his back. He was surrounded by a dense crowd of people, their bodies covered in wounds, but their faces filled with smiles.

This 'war' with the nobles had completely awakened these cowardly and ignorant commoners, making them the most important link in changing this corrupt country.

But the losses were also heavy. Although they had the protection of hundreds of mages from the Sarona family, the large number of noble private soldiers were not just for show. In addition, during the middle of the battle, the nobles reacted and sent a large number of family experts.

Aier sat wearily on a flat boulder, waiting for Barton and Kainar to arrive.

Although he had strong endurance and an almost inexhaustible elemental pool, the intensity of tonight's battle had far exceeded his expectations.

In the later stages of the 'war', the young man simply transformed into a firefighter, appearing wherever the nobles sent professional fighters.

Even so, the family's high-level combat power suffered heavy losses. In addition, countless commoners died. Although the war was won, it was only a narrow victory.

Anshar slowly rose from the horizon, and the young man, looking at the gradually approaching crowd in the distance, revealed a smile on his tired face.

No matter what, they had won this war.

What followed became logical: pacifying the civilians, distributing relief funds, burying the dead, cleaning the battlefield, and most importantly - establishing a brand new intelligence department.

The Sarona Alchemic Workshop gradually deviated from its original path, from a family business to a brand new force.

The rise of this new force chilled all the Quel'Thalas nobles. From now on, no elf would dare to ignore Aier Sarona.

… …

“The Sarona family is so disrespectful to the monarch, the country, and the law. You must punish them severely!”

The head of the Sunwing family knelt on one knee, weeping with snot and tears. Beside him stood a large group of nobles, all of whom, like the head of the Sunwing family, were there to complain, or rather, to force the palace.

Last night's war had hurt their bones and damaged their foundations.

Anasterian looked at the group of nobles below with a headache, his brows furrowed into a frown.

“Are you forcing the palace?”

The Sun King said in a bad tone, but the group of nobles below just kept crying, completely ignoring the Sun King's questioning.

Belovar stood aside, observing the 'various expressions' of the nobles with interest. Aier had already told him his plans and schemes, so he was not worried at all, but rather felt a little ironic.

‘Perhaps Aier is right, this country needs to be purified.’

“Lord Belovar, perhaps you can explain last night’s ‘plunder’ incident? This is a major case that has never happened in the kingdom’s four thousand years.”

Anasterian, with a dark face, passed the buck to the Speaker next to him who was watching the show.

“This…”

Belovar was momentarily at a loss for words. This was not in the script. Although he was caught off guard, his many years of political career had given Belovar an amazing ability to adapt.

He bowed slightly, first gave the Sun King a noble salute, then stood up straight, and said sternly:

“This is slander! Naked slander! Last night, the Sarona family held a party all night to congratulate Mr. Aier Sarona on his promotion to Archmage.

The two deans of the Phaserine Academy, Lord Vondrol and Lady Phaserine, were present at the time…

So I don’t know anything about the ‘plunder’ incident, and as far as I know, what happened last night does not match the Sunwing family head’s description.

According to the spies, last night was just a riot of civilians, and the reason for these riots has also been found. They burned more than a dozen blood thistle plantations.

Are several family heads exaggerating too much? What exactly do you want to do? Could it be that those burned blood thistle plantations are all your property?”

“Nonsense! Slander!”

The head of the Sunwing family retorted sharply, but anyone could see his guilty panic.

Belovar is indeed a rare evergreen tree in the political arena for thousands of years. With just a few words, he reversed the entire situation and turned the tables.

This is also thanks to Aier's meticulous plan. Organizing civilians is not only for future plans, but also to do many things that the Sarona family cannot do under the guise of the people. This is a natural cover.

In addition, the nobles themselves, who are rotten to the core, are engaged in shady activities, so naturally they will not destroy their own walls, which has caused them to become dumb, with unspeakable suffering.

“Clap clap clap…”

Crisp applause sounded, and the nobles all looked at the gate of the Silvermoon Royal Court at the same time.

The young man in a fiery red robe walked in unhurriedly.

“Lord Belovar is indeed the most just speaker in thousands of years.”

Everyone: It’s worthy of being grandfather and grandson, with the same thick skin.

Belovar's expression remained unchanged, he just nodded reservedly, as if what the young man said was just a fact.

Anasterian's forehead veins bulged, and he looked at the grandfather and grandson with a dark face. He was completely unaware of yesterday's riots until he learned about it from the spies' reports at dawn.

The Sun King at this time was a little regretful and a little happy. He was afraid that the young man would play too much and kill all the nobles overnight, but now it seems that this young man still has some sense of propriety in his heart.

“It is said that more than 60,000 noble private soldiers died in the civilian riots last night. Let me count, one, two, three… 129, there are 129 noble adults here.

My math is not very good. Lord Belovar, can you help me calculate how many private soldiers each of the 129 nobles has on average?”

The young man looked at the stunned nobles with a sly look and asked loudly.

“Stinky brat…”

Belovar snorted lightly, then said:

“465, an average of 465 private soldiers per noble.”

“How many private soldiers are nobles allowed to have at most according to the Noble Law?”

Aier continued to ask.

“Article 12 of the Noble Law clearly stipulates that a duke can have 500 private soldiers, a count 300… a viscount 100… a baron 50… a knight 10…”

“Oh? So that’s how it is, let me see, what is the title of the head of the Sunwing family?”

The young man came to the head of the Sunwing family, who was kneeling on the ground, and asked softly:

“You… you this”

The head of the Sunwing family's face turned red, and he wanted to say something, but when he saw the young man's deep eyes, he seemed to think of something and immediately extinguished the fire.

“It seems that our head of the Sunwing family hasn’t woken up yet and is a little delirious. Excuse me, Your Majesty, what is the title of the head of the Sunwing family?”

The young man came to the Sun King and gave a salute in a leisurely manner, asking with a hint of teasing.

“Count…”

Anasterian glared at the young man fiercely and said unhappily.

“Well, I have to count carefully, the head of the Firewing family, the head of the Bloodhawk family… … it seems that none of the 126 family heads are dukes, so does that mean…”

Aier turned around, the teasing in his eyes disappeared, and instantly became abnormally sharp. Facing the dark mass of nobles, the young man said coldly:

“The number of private soldiers you all have has seriously exceeded the limit?”

Aier's questioning was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of the nobles hard, and even the leading head of the Sunwing family closed his mouth.

Their purpose in coming here was merely to have the Sun King state his position, but they never expected that Aier's sudden intervention would completely disrupt their plans.

Like a mute eating Coptis chinensis, they would have to swallow such a significant loss themselves.

… …

The nobles retreated like the tide, but Belowal didn't feel pleased; on the contrary, he was very worried.

Those nobles wanted to force the Sun King to take a stand. Although his grandson's intervention made the nobles retreat in disgrace, the matter wasn't as simple as it seemed.

The power that 126 nobles could connect was unimaginable. In the future, what awaited the Sarona family might not be flowers and applause, but naked wave after wave of revenge, until they yielded, until that young man yielded.

Belowal wanted to warn Aier, but being in the Silvermoon Royal Court with the Sun King sitting at the head, he could only swallow the words in his mouth and quietly watch the young man perform.

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“Aier, don’t you have anything to say to me?”

Anasterian stared at the young man with a stern face and said in a deep voice.

“Your Majesty, I will give you a perfect answer to this matter, but the premise is that you can trust me.”

Aier stood under the throne and said neither humble nor arrogant.

“Absurd! Isn't the trust I give you enough? Do you know about last night's riot? No, it can't be called a riot anymore, it was a war! A war that happened in my country! And I, the Sun King, knew nothing about it! Is this the trust you want!?”

Anasterian threw down the Queldorei Golden Staff in his hand. The golden staff hit the young man's chest and then fell to the ground with a crisp 'clang'.

Aier calmly bent down to pick up the golden staff, carefully placed it on the table beside him, and then slowly said:

“Your Majesty, you should know how many blood thistle plantations we burned down last night. These blood thistles are like a plague. If we can't cut the Gordian knot quickly and purge these moths, then our people will continue to die in large numbers as they have for the past thousand years…”

“Is this your grandstanding? Aier Sarona, do you know how many people died last night? Do you know that the private soldiers you killed alone were more than the civilians who died from blood thistles in the past five hundred years!”

Anasterian gasped for breath and roared loudly:

“Do you know what nicknames those nobles gave you: Meat Grinder! Murderer! Warmonger! Bloodhanded Butcher!”

Aier touched his nose embarrassedly. Meat Grinder was okay, but what was Bloodhanded Butcher?

“Sixty thousand private soldiers! That’s sixty thousand living, bloody lives! How could you do it?”

The Sun King's forehead veins bulged. If he hadn't sensed any magical fluctuations, Aier would have thought he was going to cast a Greater Fireball on his face.

Straightening his cuffs, the young man was silent for a moment before saying seriously:

“I don’t think I’m wrong. I just cleaned up a group of pests who helped the tyrant and slaughtered civilians. Even if there were 600,000, 6 million, I would probably kill them all, after all, these private soldiers can no longer be called 'Elves'.”

“You! You fool! Bastard! Get out of here!”

Anasterian grabbed everything he could grab and threw it at Aier, but these sundries all fell to the ground before they even touched the young man.

Because Aier had already disappeared after leaving a word of 'sorry'.

The entire Sunstrider Royal Court suddenly became quiet, leaving only Belowal and Anasterian.

Looking at the Sun King again, he no longer had the violent look he had just now.

Shaking his head with a wry smile, Anasterian personally walked down the steps, picked up the Queldorei Golden Staff from the table, and sat back on his throne.

“Your Majesty…”

Belowal looked at Anasterian's calm face with some worry and said softly.

Anasterian just waved his hand, signaling Belowal not to speak.

After a long silence, the Sun King sighed deeply:

“You won’t blame me, will you? Belowal?”

Anasterian's tone was calm with deep loneliness. He didn't look at Belowal, but lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking.

“It’s good that Your Majesty doesn’t blame Aier. That stinky brat is really too much.”

“Hehe, still the same as before, as soon as the corner of your mouth curls up, I know you old fellow is lying again. You must be very proud now. If I also had such a grandson, I might be even prouder than you.”

Anasterian stood up, walked to Belowal, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a sigh:

“I actually knew about the blood thistles for a long time. I always turned a blind eye to those nobles who were secretly plotting. Are you disappointed in me?”

“As the Sun King, you must have your difficulties and considerations…”

Belowal looked at Anasterian's eyes with a complicated expression and said softly.

As the Speaker of Silvermoon, second only to one person and above ten thousand, he knew very well that that position was not easy to hold. Even the Sun King was powerless when it came to nobles, especially nobles who were united.

“Over the past thousand years, I have been cultivating the power of the Royal Party, dividing the major families, and reducing the influence of the noble groups. Even in the Silvermoon Council and Dalaran, I have placed my own forces and spies.

Don't laugh at me, I have been thinking, maybe I am not the greatest king, but I must be the most hardworking king…”

Belowal was a little shocked. The Anasterian in front of him no longer had the deep scheming he used to have. He said these taboo things without any scruples, as if he were chatting about everyday life.

“Your Majesty, these things I still…”

Anasterian waved his hand and continued:

“Ever since the late King Dath'Remar crossed the Endless Sea to this land, the fate of the Quel'dorei has been destined, and the Sunstriders have become the only royal family with the founding of Quel'Thalas.

The late king once promised to rule Quel'Thalas together with all the high elves who followed him. (This author believes that the founding of Quel'Thalas is similar to the Song Dynasty's Zhao Kuangyin's decision to share the world with scholar-officials. There is no need to say more about the fate of the weak Song Dynasty. At least 80% of the destruction of Quel'Thalas was due to the vested interests of this country, that is, the nobles.)”

These high elves, including your ancestors, have become the cornerstone of the entire Quel'Thalas, that is, today's nobles. The Silvermoon Council is said to be checking and balancing the king, but it is better to say that it is a tool for cutting up the huge cake of Quel'Thalas.”

Belowal was a little horrified and puzzled by Anasterian's 'treasonous' remarks.

‘What exactly does Your Majesty want to say? Why did he suddenly say these things to me?’

Anasterian gradually calmed down. He walked down the throne and strolled in the Sunstrider Royal Court.

Stroking the luxurious armchair, the Sun King murmured softly:

“Your grandson is destined to become a great elf. His achievements will surpass all of us, even the late King Dath'Remar.

I will not provide the Sarona family with any help or support for the revenge of the 126 nobles. I want to see his determination and perseverance to change this kingdom.

If he can prove me wrong, then I will fully support him in the future, until the Sunstrider royal family declines or this kingdom is rejuvenated.”

“Your Majesty!”

Belowal knelt on one knee, his heart was full of thoughts. He finally understood why Anasterian wanted to say these words to him. These words were not said to him, but to his grandson, Aier Sarona.

“Your Majesty! Your Majesty! It’s not good!”

A Spellbreaker guard outside the door rushed in in a panic.

Anasterian took the urgent letter from the guard's hand, tore open the fire seal, and began to read.

“The Drahil family was slaughtered… After a secret agent search, no one survived. The murderer has not yet been found…”

“He really is a Bloodhanded Butcher…”

The Sun King murmured unconsciously.