Azeroth Monster Manual

Modera was the only female member of the Kirin Tor's Council of Six. Before the sun had fully risen, this diligent Archmage had already begun her morning meditation.

Success is no accident. Talent combined with diligence is the cornerstone of success. This intelligent girl thought so and put this spirit into action.

However, waves of noise from outside the window interrupted her arduous practice. She opened the window with a look of annoyance, and the scene below the tower startled her.

In the past, only scattered magical brooms and mops would clean the streets of Dalaran in the early morning.

But today, the entire street was filled with people, shoulder to shoulder, crowded together in a dark mass.

The composition of the crowd was mostly humans, with a small number of gnomes and the high elves who temporarily resided here following Kael'thas Sunstrider.

The leader was a low-ranking gnome mage. Originally, in Dalaran's hierarchy of contempt, gnome mages never made it to the forefront.

The fact that there had never been a gnome council member in Dalaran's thousands of years of history was a clear indication. This human-dominated magical city-state had extreme xenophobia.

Even towards the high elves who imparted knowledge and skills, humans maintained a sense of vigilance and an arrogance rooted in their bones. Yes, it was arrogance, even greater than the superficial arrogance of the elves. The upper echelons of the human kingdoms were even more arrogant.

But this racialism, rooted in their bones, seemed to have completely dissipated today.

The crowd actively followed behind the gnome mage, vaguely forming a torrent.

...

"What... are these people... doing?"

Modera looked at the noisy crowd below the tower with suspicion until a shrill voice resounded throughout the street.

"If mages are wise, then Dalaran is wise!"

"If mages are wise, then Dalaran is wise!"

Elves, humans, and gnomes all strained their necks, their faces flushed red, loudly repeating Olverdo's words.

"If mages are rich, then Dalaran is rich!"

"If mages are rich, then Dalaran is rich!"

"If mages are strong, then Dalaran is strong!"

...

"If mages are free, then Dalaran is free!"

...

"If mages progress, then Dalaran progresses!"

The voices of the crowd were initially uneven, high and low, but gradually, when Olverdo repeated the slogan for the second time, the spirit of the entire group changed.

The low-ranking mages were all straining, everyone roaring, and everyone's eyes contained a light of anger.

They shouted for injustice, they shouted for freedom, the accumulated dust on the eaves of the shops fell rustling down, and the entire city's sky echoed with deafening slogans.

Millhouse looked at his father with admiration. In his heart, his old man had always been a mercenary, someone who could abandon the dignity of a mage to fake academic achievements in order to support his family.

Although this did not affect his father's image in his heart, his father's heroic figure from his childhood had long disappeared in the磨砺 of life.

But after that elven prince met his father, his old man's spirit changed. He was no longer submissive and compromising.

Only today, when he followed behind his old man, waving the flag and shouting, did he realize that this hunched-over old gnome, who carried the weight of life for him, had never changed.

His old man was still the omnipotent hero in his heart.

Millhouse clenched his teeth, forcefully holding back the tears that were about to fall. He vigorously waved the simple flag he had made.

'Old man said that a true hero dares to face the bleakness of life. I am already a man, and I will never cry like a coward again.'

Millhouse quickly wiped away his tears and raised the small flag high.

Although this flag was small and the twig-made fragile flagpole was teetering, no one in the crowd laughed at him. Instead, they looked at this brave little gnome with encouraging eyes.

Because the content on this flag was what Instructor A'Er had said. After many days of instruction from Lord Kael'thas, people had finally compiled these words into a book and regarded them as a golden rule.

Kael'thas Sunstrider: If the instructor knew that so many people were following in your footsteps, becoming warriors for a great GM, he would definitely be very pleased.

A'Er: Damn it, I might as well not stay in this Azeroth.

...

Modera stared blankly at the scene unfolding on the street. She knew that if this continued, it would definitely spiral out of control, and the entire order of Dalaran would be destroyed.

"I must stop them!"

Modera hurriedly changed her clothes, but as she prepared to cast a teleportation spell, she glanced at the surging crowd in the street as if possessed.

She saw one firm gaze after another, and heard the earth-shattering roars. Modera took a step back in panic, accidentally falling onto the edge of the bed behind her.

Yes, she was afraid. This young Archmage who held a high position and possessed extraordinary strength was afraid. She felt a long-lost fear.

Hastily standing up, Modera took a deep breath.

"I must quickly report to His Excellency the Archmage! Yes! This farce must not be allowed to continue..."

Modera finally regained her composure, but what she might not have noticed was that her hand, gently stroking her hair, was still trembling slightly...

Antonidas's brow was deeply furrowed, and his weathered face seemed to have aged a bit more.

In the round mirror, the crowd surged. At first, there were only a few hundred people.

But as the city awakened, more and more people gathered. The streets were blocked, the guards were scattered, and if this grand parade was not stopped, it would definitely turn into a chaotic all-out brawl.

"How long has it been?"

Antonidas waved his hand to extinguish the magic eye cast in the round mirror, and turned his head to look at the female mage Modera, who was sitting upright.

"A... approximately, almost 3 hours, Your Excellency Archmage..."

Modera seemed to have not yet recovered from the shock, and said intermittently.

"What about you? Do you have any ideas?"

Antonidas then looked at the remaining three people at the table.

Archmage Kalecgos opened his mouth slightly, just about to say something, when he was imperceptibly tugged at his sleeve by Ruin Weaver beside him. He looked at his longtime friend who was winking at him with a complicated expression, and finally fell silent.

"Does no one have any objections? Then I will exercise my right to pass the vote."

After Antonidas finished speaking, he looked at Kael'thas, whose face was as cold as frost.

His Highness the Prince wanted to say something, but he knew that under such a political ecology, whatever he said would be pale and useless. Silence was the most appropriate thing for him to do at this time.

"Modera, lead the Kirin Tor battle mage forces and disperse the crowd. If there is any resistance... arrest them all and throw them into the Violet Hold to calm down and let them understand... what their position is?"

After saying this, Antonidas looked at Kael'thas meaningfully.

...

The Kirin Tor battle mage unit quickly mobilized. This parade was suppressed at an extremely fast speed. Although there was resistance, most of the crowd were low-ranking mages. How could they compete with the Kirin Tor battle mages, all of whom were mid-level?

But what made Modera feel panic and doubt was that when the mage unit arrived at the scene, the first few hundred people who had started the parade all stopped their actions and just stared at her blankly.

Even when the battle mages punched and kicked, people did not resist, but obediently squatted down with their heads in their hands.

But the gazes of these people made Modera panic. The substantial ridicule and anger were like sharp blades piercing the girl's heart, making her, who wanted to say some great truths, speechless.

...

Olverdo and Millhouse and his group were lucky enough not to be arrested. Only those who had joined later were caught by Modera and thrown into the Violet Hold.

But they were all released a few days later. This farce, which was like a joke in Antonidas's eyes, seemed to have ended like a damp squib...

A few more days passed.

Today was Archmage Ansirem Runeweaver's day on duty.

He walked aimlessly on the streets of Dalaran. Since the parade, many unorganized wild mages and adventurers in Dalaran had left, making the usually bustling streets somewhat deserted.

Two guards walked from the city gate, escorting a male dwarf towards Violet Citadel. The dwarf was wearing a set of fire-resistant leather armor made from twin-sail dragons, looking like he was doing quite well.

Ruin Weaver looked away with a somewhat dim expression. Another adventurer returning from Kalimdor. What had they done wrong?

They had done nothing wrong. No, perhaps they were wrong. The worst thing they could do was threaten the rule of the city's upper echelons.

The Archmage thought with a sneer, and then became ashamed. Wasn't he also a member of the upper echelons?

Whether it was conscience being condemned, or something else, Ruin Weaver walked towards the dwarf as if possessed.

"Greetings to you, Lord Ansirem!"

When the two guards saw the Archmage walking towards them, they quickly stood straight and saluted.

"Jeno, I recognize you. A good lad."

Ruin Weaver patted the guard's shoulder with a smile. The approachable gesture made the young man feel flattered.

"Is this dwarf here to sell contraband? Are you going in the wrong direction? The Violet Hold is over there."

The Archmage asked with a puzzled look.

"Lord Ansirem, in reply to your words, this dwarf claims to be here to sell Jinkela 2.0. We think there is something suspicious about this matter and are preparing to report it to His Excellency the Archmage."

Ruin Weaver's pupils contracted, and his heart trembled wildly.

After a long time, amid the confused expressions of the two guards, the Archmage took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. A smile appeared on his face, and he said to the two guards in a gentle voice:

"What keen insight. You deserve praise, but recently His Excellency the Archmage has been overwhelmed with work. Let me handle this little matter."

You two go to finance and collect an extra month's salary. If there are any more adventurers claiming to sell Golden Fertilizer 2.0, throw them directly into prison and don't bother the other councilors."

The two guards, hearing Ruin Vievoll say this, hurriedly and ecstatically agreed, handing the dwarf with his hands bound to the Archmage.

… …

"So, this Golden Fertilizer 2.0 can infinitely proliferate Bloodpetal Flowers?"

Ruin Vievoll scrutinized the light golden potion in his hand with a complex expression. The dwarf standing beside him stood trembling in place, not daring to move in the slightest, seemingly having just understood the power of the great figure before him.

After pondering for a long time, the Archmage sighed deeply, temporarily detaining the dwarf. Next, he had a very important thing to do. At the crossroads of life, the Archmage had already made one wrong choice, and he didn't want to continue making mistakes.

… …

"Ruin Vievoll! Are you crazy? This will ruin your future!"

Kael'thas looked at the light golden potion on the table with fear. His voice trembled slightly, as if in disbelief, he tightly grabbed his friend's collar.

"I have made my choice. This time, I will not compromise."

The Archmage, relieved of a great burden, had a calm expression, but his determination and relief could be seen in his eyes.

"No… I can't."

Kael'thas covered his forehead in pain.

"Do you want to be a coward for the rest of your life? Or a hero for a second."

Ruin Vievoll stood up, his back stretched long in the swaying candlelight.

"I… I don't want to lose all of this."

Kael'thas looked ashamed, unable to speak.

"Magic… has a price, but the path to magic, to the arcane, should not be controlled by a few.

When we enter the hall of truth, it is destined that everything we once pursued is just fleeting…

Only knowledge, truth, and freedom should be our epitaph. I don't want my tombstone to be engraved with 'So-and-so official rests here' after my death. That coppery title disgusts me."

Ruin Vievoll quietly closed the door. Kael'thas's gaunt face was already covered with tears. He looked at the figure slowly disappearing in the crack of the door, unable to calm down for a long time.

Time slowly passed.

"Damn it! I've been a fence-sitter my whole life, a perpetual runner-up. I'm not going to be one this time. To hell with the Council of Six, to hell with Antonidas!"

Kael'thas roared, grabbing his hair. He finally made up his mind.

…

A few days later, traces of Bloodpetal Flowers began to appear in the city of Dalaran. Antonidas didn't care, there were always a few slip through the net in such a large city.

But after a few days, this situation did not disappear, but intensified.

So, Antonidas personally took action to eliminate all the Bloodpetal Flowers visible in the city.

This day, the Archmage was leisurely enjoying a rare afternoon tea. Today, the Dalaran Academy didn't have his class, and the documents on the table had all been processed early in the morning. He just wanted to relax his mind…

"Archmage, something bad has happened… …"

Modera rushed into Antonidas's office in a panic.

"What's wrong, little girl? Could it be that your boyfriend is coming to Dalaran to see you?"

Antonidas smiled, rarely saying a playful word.

"You… you quickly… you quickly look… outside!"

Modera looked terrified, stuttering a bit.

Antonidas also realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly used teleportation to come outside Violet Citadel.

Antonidas seemed to be surrounded by an ocean of Bloodpetal Flowers. The entire street was densely filled with traces of this creature. Every household closed their doors tightly, and there wasn't a single person in the city.

"Crack, crack"

Silver teeth shattered. This political creature, who usually didn't show his emotions, finally took off his mask.

Antonidas raised his staff and released spells towards the sea of Bloodpetal Flowers below.

Six huge water elementals appeared in the city. They ruthlessly waved their thick water arms, and could flatten a sea of flowers in a few strokes.

Antonidas waved his staff in the air, and Flame Storms poured down on the streets of the city as if they were free.

As a Grand Magister, he possessed incredibly precise control. The city seemed to be crumbling in the interweaving of water and fire, but in fact, it was not fundamentally damaged.

Some unlucky people's houses were accidentally burned by the flames, but were quickly extinguished by the summoned giant water elementals.

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"This is a blatant conspiracy, Kael'thas. Do you have anything to say?"

The Archmage, who had 'cleaned' the entire city, sat in the council hall, looking at Kael'thas, the Prince of Quel'Thalas, with a gloomy face.

Kael'thas did not respond, but nodded to Ruin Vievoll and Kael'thas, who were sitting diagonally across from him.

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Time returned to a few days ago.

The Prince, who was preparing to rest, received the two Archmages, Ruin Vievoll and Kael'thas.

After a secret discussion, the two originally neutral factions firmly stood on Prince Kael'thas's side, or rather, stood on the side of Teacher Aier, on the side of truth, and planned all of this.

During their shifts, Ruin Vievoll and Kael'thas secretly transported out the Bloodpetal Flowers that had not yet been destroyed, as well as the two versions of Golden Fertilizer, and distributed them to those low-level mages who had initially marched.

These GM fighters, who already had a tendency to band together for warmth, formed a great organization that could influence the world's future pattern - the Aier Brotherhood, to repay Teacher Aier for guiding them and bringing them freedom and truth.

Mr. Aier, the soul mentor far away in West Continent: The name of the Brotherhood is not popular, my friends.

Next is the link that the Brotherhood members love to see: slacking off.

They used the rapid reproduction characteristics of Golden Fertilizer 2.0 and Bloodpetal Flowers to fill the entire Dalaran in a few days.

Due to the Brotherhood members' advance notification to ordinary people and the wealthy Prince's compensation, the people in the slums with simple houses left Dalaran early, preparing to return after the storm passed.

The buildings in the mage district were relatively strong, and the people did not suffer any losses after closing their doors and windows when the Bloodpetal Flowers flooded.

… …

Ruin Vievoll and Kael'thas stood up firmly and came behind Kael'thas.

"Good! Very good. I didn't expect that the Archmages we humans cultivated would actually stand on the side of the elves!"

Antonidas laughed in anger. The anger in his eyes seemed to burn the two of them to ashes, but the two standing behind the Prince stared at Antonidas, without the usual fear and retreat.

"We only stand on the side of truth. Your racism and bureaucracy shame Dalaran, Archmage."

Kael'thas sat leisurely in his seat, and he spoke words that shocked the audience in a soft voice.

"This is Dalaran! The human magic kingdom!"

Antonidas finally couldn't hold back, slammed the table angrily, and stood up.

"Do you want to expel us? We have a full three votes."

Kael'thas also chuckled. He stood up, looked directly at Antonidas, and didn't give in at all.

"Hoo… what do you want? Prince Kael'thas of Quel'Thalas!"

Antonidas spoke very heavily, and he tried his best to control his trembling hands from touching the magic wand on his waist.

Although he was the Archmage of the Council of Six, he knew that this elf already had the power to contend with him, or rather, the right to have equal dialogue.

"We only want what we deserve. We all have the right to freely soar on the path of the arcane. I believe you can satisfy my little request, Archmage."

"Also"

Kael'thas stood at the door of the council hall.

"Teacher Aier has a saying that I think is very reasonable. If you continue to go your own way, you will be drowned in the ocean of the people. Don't say you weren't warned."

… …

The next day, Dalaran announced that Golden Fertilizer and Bloodpetal Flowers were no longer prohibited, and compensated those who suffered losses with the equivalent amount of gold coins.

Release the adventurers from Kalimdor and compensate them for their losses, restoring their right to free trade… …

The entire Dalaran was shaken, and the people cheered. They thanked Aier, thanked the Brotherhood, and designated this day as the annual Freedom Day.

…

Antonidas looked gloomy. He lost this political game completely.

He crossed his hands and sat in a corner where the sun couldn't shine:

"Aier's son, strategizing and winning from a thousand miles away, is so terrifying. I underestimated him… …"

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Let's talk about Hemet's side, it's miserable… …

PS: Send first and then modify, 5500-word chapter. It is said that this chapter concludes the Dalaran plot, and one chapter concludes it. Author-kun keeps his word {manual smirk}. Some readers may not like to see side stories, but what Author-kun wants to say is that the Dalaran chapter is a foreshadowing, which is very important for the future plot promotion. Compared to those facialized characters, Author-kun still wants to portray some supporting characters with flesh and blood. I don't know if the readers like it, but in short, Author-kun likes the tragic character of Kael'thas very much, and wants to give him a good home. The world that I repay with song should not kiss me with pain. If the world kisses me with pain, then I must kiss back.

Tonight at 0:00, that is, on December 5th, this book will be recommended in the popular serial column, and at 14:00 in the afternoon, it will be recommended in the popular serial. I hope you will support it, and don't let the Monster Illustrated Book be submerged in the ocean of the masses~