Azeroth Monster Manual

Three days later, the day of the Magical Tournament arrived.

Curious citizens wandered aimlessly between Violet Citadel and the city gates like a swarm of headless flies, adding considerable pressure to Dalaran's security.

"Meryl, where exactly is the Sewer Arena that the notice mentioned? We've been going in circles here for half an hour," a female gnome complained to her companion.

"Damn the Kirin Tor! I came all the way from Dun Morogh specifically to cheer on Dovers Alpha-Mage. That fine young man is the pride of all the mages in Ironforge."

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The gnome girl and the dwarven matron complained loudly under the notice board, and the surrounding people nodded in agreement.

Most of these people were low-level mages or apprentices who had traveled from various countries and cities in the Eastern Kingdoms after learning that Dalaran would host an academic seminar a month ago.

"Make way, make way, Archmage Antonidas is coming."

Kirin Tor battle mages in standard robes rushed out to maintain order, dispersing the clustered crowds and adventurers.

A moment later, Antonidas and his entourage emerged from Violet Citadel and headed towards the prison.

Antonidas wore a kind smile, nodding to the crowds on both sides of the street from time to time, earning cheers and applause.

Behind him were a motley group of mages, including not only humans, but also gnomes and rare dwarves.

Nielas Aran lowered his head shyly, the cheers of the crowd making the archmage, who had never seen such a grand occasion, a little embarrassed.

Behind him were Modera and Krasus, while Ansirem and Kalec, the two Kirin Tor councilors, were nowhere to be seen.

On the other side.

"Eal… Mr. Eal, Antonidas didn't announce the location of the so-called sewers. That old guy must be up to something again."

The young man walked down the road with a strange expression. This prince must be over 600 years old, right? How could he be embarrassed to call Antonidas, who isn't even 50, an old guy?

Kael'thas was anxiously saying something to the young man. Today, he was wearing a Quel'dorei phoenix robe, which in a sense represented the Quel'Thalas royal family.

The phoenix on the robe was lifelike, and the golden-red magic纹 shimmered dazzlingly under the sunlight. Old Hemet stared at Kael'thas, or rather, Kael'thas's clothes, with the shape of gold coins in his eyes.

The black-robed mages stood upright on both sides of the street. Orvido led two mid-level mages, standing solemnly on the side, maintaining order. Today is the Godfather's big day, and there must be no chaos in security.

"Don't worry, Your Highness, all Antonidas wants is to give us a cold shoulder."

Eal said without looking up, as he was making tactical plans for the upcoming tournament.

"But…"

"Why are you so anxious? You don't have any princely demeanor," Hemet curled his big nose disdainfully, mocking Kael'thas in front of him.

Kael'thas rarely got angry. The old dwarf's words suddenly calmed him down. He was so impetuous that he had lost his composure. It was something that even a rude dwarf understood.

"I understand, I'll listen to Mr. Eal in everything."

Romath's face was a little unsightly. Keneren Flameblade's appearance disrupted his plans for the tournament. His original anger towards Eal had also risen to resentment, but unfortunately, even the prince listened to this wet-behind-the-ears bookworm. What could he do?

The Grand Magister cursed in his heart, already thinking about how to embellish Eal Salona's 'achievements' to His Majesty the Sun King after the tournament failed.

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The small Dalaran allowed the two groups of people to meet quickly. The moment he saw Eal, Antonidas's pupils shrank instantly.

"Damn it! How could he… How did he know the location of the sewers? Kael'thas? Kalec? Or that traitor Ansirem? No, none of them. Besides that person knowing this place, it's impossible… It can't be him."

Aran looked strangely at Antonidas's face, which was turning blue and purple.

"Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

The archmage asked with concern.

"No… It's nothing, I'm just a little worried."

Antonidas forced a smile at the archmage, suppressing the panic in his heart.

"It's okay, Archmage, I will definitely win the 3V3 arena match."

Aran cheered Antonidas.

"I never doubted that."

Antonidas's face returned to rosy, and his smile became more gratified, but what the archmage didn't notice was that there was a kind of ferocity in the eyes of his respected elder that he had never seen before.

"Mr. Eal, this is the Dalaran sewer, how did you…"

Kael'thas asked with some surprise.

"Let's go, the show is about to begin."

The young man gave a meaningful smile to the stunned Romath and his followers behind him, and took the lead in bending down and walking into the entrance of the sewer, without any intention of exchanging greetings with Antonidas in the distance.

Eal pushed open a secret door next to the Krasus Platform passage, and a decaying, damp smell wafted over.

The pampered elves covered their mouths and noses with their sleeves, hesitating whether to go in or not.

Hemet gave a disdainful look to the long-eared people behind him and followed Eal in first.

The deep sewer seemed to have no end, but fortunately, there were shaky magic oil lamps every few meters on the moss-covered walls.

The scene in front of him seemed to merge with the scene in the game from his previous life, which made the young man feel a little emotional and novel. Looking at the huge drain outlet in the distance, Eal not only didn't avoid it, but walked forward and carefully admired it.

'I wonder if that crocodile named Val is in there.'

Kael'thas looked at the young man's figure with admiration. Most elves found such a dirty and dark environment very disgusting, but Mr. Eal seemed to be strolling in his own backyard.

After walking dozens of meters, Eal stopped at a huge drain outlet. Strangely, no strange and dirty liquid flowed out of this drain outlet. There were actually steep steps on the smooth wall pipe.

Antonidas looked at the young man not far away with a complex expression. Veins were faintly bursting out on his forehead.

'He really… knows this place'

……

Walking out of the drain pipe, everyone suddenly felt enlightened.

The entire underground was opened up and divided into two floors. The upper floor was further divided into three floors. Dense stone benches overlapped in the upper, middle and lower three floors. Eal roughly looked at it, and it could probably seat more than 2-3000 spectators.

The middle of the field was dug into a rectangular hole. Below the hole was the place where the contestants competed. The audience could clearly see the duel below.

A light pink light curtain, somewhat like Arcane Explosion, shrouded the arena. Eal guessed that this might be a protective barrier set up to prevent powerful spells from harming the audience and the venue.

In the center of the lower arena area was a huge square arena. At the diagonally opposite corners of the arena were piles of wooden boxes, which gave Eal a dreamlike illusion.

"I feel like I'm about to burn up."