Azeroth Monster Manual

“Hello? Hello? … Hello, can you hear me?”

The image of the elven youth lit up in the dim dungeon.

Kima, covered in wounds, struggled to raise his head. His only remaining eye was terribly swollen, and coupled with the heavy blow to his head, everything in front of him became exceptionally blurry.

“Hiss…”

The tearing pain in his abdomen temporarily restored him to consciousness.

‘Where… am I?’

Newly awakened, Kima began to recall the events of the past few days.

…

Time rewinds to two days ago.

“That damned stinky dwarf, pray, pray that you don't fall into the hands of yours truly, Kima. When I get the chance, I'll use the most vicious voodoo magic to torture you… Wait, there seems to be some movement ahead.”

The troll lay prone in the lush green grass, cautiously observing everything in front of him.

Relying on the forest troll's affinity for nature and his clumsy, weak stealth magic, Kima evaded wave after wave of patrols from the Wildhammer Clan. He had now reached the outermost edge of his former homeland - Shadra'Alor.

“Move more quietly. This is the territory of those withered wood mongrels.”

The green-skinned troll wearing a voodoo mask walked like a ghost on the quiet path. His two-toed feet were frighteningly large. These strange feet walked on the path full of gravel but didn't make a sound.

Behind him followed dozens of green-skinned trolls. These trolls shared a common trait: they all dragged burlap sacks behind them. If you looked closely, you would notice that those sacks would twitch from time to time.

“Centurion, the two-legged sheep of the Ag'gok village should be ready for harvesting any day now. Why are we going so far afield to raid these withered wood mongrels' territory?”

“Your voice is too loud, you fool!”

The centurion grumbled unhappily, but still explained in a low voice:

“The Ag'gok tribe's two-legged sheep are no longer enough. The High Priest has ordered us to plunder the civilians of these withered wood mongrels.

The High Priest is preparing to summon an avatar of Hir'eek. As long as we offer enough sacrifices, we will surely please the Blood God and allow the great He to grant the Zanchuli tribe the power to destroy everything.

And those lowly dwarves and withered wood trash will be crushed into powder by our power. When that time comes, the entire Hinterlands will become Zanchuli territory.”

The centurion wearing the voodoo mask laughed heartily as he spoke excitedly, and the group of Zanchuli trolls behind him echoed his laughter.

Hiding in the shadows, Kima wore a worried expression. It wasn't that Kima still had feelings for his former tribe. From the day he was abandoned, the name "Witherbark" had become nothing more than a symbol to him, without any meaning.

But Kima was very worried when he thought of what the young man had instructed him to do.

‘This is an opportunity, but how can I join their ranks?’

Watching the Zanchuli squad move further and further away, Kima frowned.

The Hinterlands at night lacked the warmth of the day. Accompanied by a breeze, the troll suddenly felt a chill.

“I'll risk it!”

Kima first took off the gladiator's robes he was wearing, put some voodoo powder and valuables into his space backpack, leaving only the clothes on his body.

Then, he took out a dagger from his backpack. After hesitating again and again, he stabbed it hard into his abdomen.

“Tear…”

The harsh sound of the dagger tearing through skin rang out, and Kima staggered, nearly falling.

Fresh blood gurgled from the straight wound in his abdomen.

Perhaps he used too much force. The intestines and blood in his abdominal cavity were clearly visible under the moonlight.

Kima trembled as he pressed the space backpack, as big as a palm, against the wound in his abdomen, pressing it inward with all his might.

“Crunch… crunch…”

His snow-white teeth clenched tightly together. The troll's originally green, gaunt face seemed to fade, turning pale. The intense pain almost made him faint.

“Damn it… I made it too small.”

With a curse, the troll tremblingly picked up the dagger on the ground and placed it back on the hideous wound.

“Ah!”

The huge wound had already begun to slowly stop bleeding under the troll's abnormal recovery ability, but with a low roar from Kima, the sharp dagger added two or three centimeters to the wound from top to bottom.

“Splash…”

Half of the intestines in the wound fell out with a splash, and blood gushed out as if it were free.

“Crap, I made it too big again…”

…

Relying on his tenacious will to stuff the intestines and palm-sized space backpack back into his abdominal cavity, the troll was already on the verge of collapse.

“……”

A faint incantation rang out, and several slender ice needles appeared in his hand.

Suppressing the pain, he pierced the ice needles one by one through the huge wound, barely "stitching" it up. Kima took staggering steps and chased after the Zanchuli squad that had already gone far away.

…

After hearing about the troll's experiences over the past few days, Aier remained silent.

‘Hiss… Hermit was right, this guy is a tough nut to crack. Stuffing a space backpack into his stomach, just thinking about it hurts.’

“Lord Aier, after I caught up with that troll squad, before I could say anything, they knocked me unconscious. When I woke up, I found myself here.”

The youth remained silent.

“Lord Aier, I've suffered a lot for your plan, blah blah…”

The youth remained silent.

“Lord Aier, do you think you could remove the space beacon on my body after this mission is over? This little one will definitely follow you, never betraying you, blah blah…”

The youth remained silent.

“Lord Aier? Lord Aier, damn it, why is the magical image frozen? What kind of garbage magic is this…”

Looking at the "stuck" magical image, the troll excitedly burst into curses.

“Sigh…”

With a soft sigh, the youth's frozen expression gradually came to life. He looked at the troll with a look of caring for the mentally challenged, and didn't speak for a long time.

“Uh, Lord Aier, I wasn't cursing you. I just thought…”

“Alright, there's nothing wrong with the magical image. I was just thinking about a small problem.”

Kima noticed that the youth's expression was a little strange, and he was subconsciously a little scared. He thought that Aier was still angry about his earlier impudent remarks.

“Do you know what I gave you the hemostatic agent for?”

The youth said helplessly. The hemostatic agent was a byproduct he obtained after studying hundreds of slimes when he was still in Un'Goro Crater. He originally thought it was useless.

But after formulating a plan to fully wage war against the Hinterlands trolls, the youth suddenly realized that this hemostatic agent seemed to have incredible effects.

【Monster Compendium: Primal Ooze Activated】

【Your Teaching Material +1】

【Your Brain Domain Development Increased by 1%】

【Your Body Fluid Viscosity Has Been Slightly Increased】

【Primal Hemostatic Agent】: Primal Ooze Extract.

Effect: Effectively coagulates blood.

“Of… of course.”

Kima said timidly, but as if thinking of something, the expression that was originally a mixture of pain and fear suddenly froze.

“You… you mean?”

The troll's teeth chattered, and he said blankly.

“Why not just take this door-knocker and go directly to the leader of the Zanchuli tribe? I believe that even the most barbaric and ignorant troll can understand what the hemostatic agent in your hand represents, right?”

The youth said helplessly.

The troll was dumbfounded, his face ashen.

…

Quel'Danie Lodge, in Thalassian, the elven language, Quel'Danie means "High Peak."

Thousands of elven rangers are entrenched here. No one knows why they came here.

Some adventurers speculate that the families and friends of these rangers all died in the Amani trolls' border incursions, and they were tired of the Silvermoon royalty's inaction against the trolls, so they left that sad place and came to the unfamiliar land of the Hinterlands to settle down.

Others say that this ranger force came here under the command of the Ranger-General, to investigate the movements of the trolls and dwarves.

But both of these statements are somewhat untenable. Over time, people have forgotten the origins of these elves in the Hinterlands.

…

“Halt, stranger!”

A high elf ranger with fiery red hair raised her oaken longbow, nocked an arrow, and pointed the sharp arrowhead directly at a blurry black shadow in the distance.

“I mean no offense.” (Thalassian)

“Don't hide in the shadows! Let me see your face!” (Thalassian)

The female elf stared unblinkingly at the blurry figure in the distance, not daring to relax for a moment. Although the other party was using Thalassian, she understood that in the Hinterlands, where trolls roamed, one could never be too careful.

The blurry figure slowly became clear. The black shadow held a bright flame in his hand, illuminating his face.

The other party had a fairly handsome face, hair as fiery red as the female elf's, pointed ears, and azure eyes. He was also a high elf.

“Sinu a'manore” (It's a pleasure to see you)

The elf raised one hand, standing still, indicating that he had no malicious intent.

“Sigh…”

When the female ranger saw that the visitor was one of her own kind, she visibly breathed a sigh of relief, and her guard dropped by eighty percent.

“Bal'a dash malanore” (Greetings, traveler)

“Won't you invite me in to sit down? The evening breeze in the Hinterlands is not as warm as in Eversong Woods.”

“Apologies, I'll open the gate right away.”

…

“Stranger, judging by your appearance, you are a mage? Are you an adventurer? What is your purpose here?”

The female ranger stared at the compatriot in front of her, asking with some vigilance.

“I came here to fulfill a sacred mission.”

Kainael's lips revealed a mysterious smile.

PS: I was so stupid I cried. I found a loophole at the end of Chapter 67 and have fixed it.

The original text was that the protagonist requested to give a public lesson after winning a duel with Antonidas.

Now it has been changed to, before the duel, let Antonidas invite heads of state to give a public lesson, and then duel. If he wins, the protagonist can get a Kirin Tor council seat, and if he loses, he will hand over Jinkela and the research results of recent years to Dalaran.

This is a cause-and-effect relationship, and I reversed it. I'm very sorry.