Azeroth Monster Manual

“The atmosphere is heating up.”

Eyr stood on the high platform, helplessly watching the crowd below still immersed in a frenzy.

After a long while, people finally noticed Eyr standing on the stage and gradually quieted down.

“It is my honor that everyone could attend my professional class.”

Sparse applause rang out from the audience. Eyr bowed and continued, “I believe everyone is here for the Archmage, Alchemy Grandmaster, Engineering Master, and some friends are here to seek advice from me, to treat infertility…”

The audience burst into laughter, and the applause became warmer.

Eyr also laughed self-deprecatingly: “I am neither an Archmage, nor do I have the talent to cure infertility. The first lesson I will give you is: don’t believe rumors, don’t spread rumors.”

The audience began to whisper, and many people sighed in disappointment and silently left.

At this moment, someone shouted: “You didn’t deny that you are an Alchemy Grandmaster, so does that count as an admission?”

“Grandmaster is an overstatement, but today I will share some knowledge of alchemy, engineering, and magic patterns that I believe will inspire some people. Of course, I won’t let those who have come from afar leave empty-handed.”

Eyr ignored the noisy crowd below, took out a giant blackboard from his spatial backpack, and directed the magic chalk to write and draw on it.

“Post-Natal Care - Of - A - Sow.”

Salorean Sunstrider read the words one by one, then rubbed his eyes and read them again until he was sure he wasn't seeing things, then looked at Belore in a strange expression.

The people in the VIP seats were either nobles or influential figures who could change the landscape. Well-educated, they suppressed their laughter and looked at Belore.

Belore blushed with shame, picked up the Great Torrent Staff beside him, and was about to go up and teach his grandson why flowers are so red.

“Lord Belore, please calm down.”

Anasterian felt that the trip was worthwhile. The tedious paperwork had exhausted the Sun King. How could such an interesting thing end so easily?

Belore suppressed the anger in his heart, his teeth grinding. He usually treasured his grandson, but now all he saw on his head was a blood-red ‘Death’ character.

The blank giant blackboard was now filled, but the audience below had no intention of taking a closer look.

The ordinary seats were already in an uproar. Some were scolding Eyr for being unworthy of his reputation, some were preparing to leave, and many were disappointed, believing that the famous name was actually undeserved, and the elf pup on the stage was just a clown trying to please the crowd.

“Ahem.”

Eyr cleared his throat, but there was no sign of silence below.

[Ultrasound] activated, and a violent sonic wave swept across the entire ordinary seating area, grazing the VIP seats.

The elf commoners, who were just indignant and in an uproar, were now covering their ears with painful expressions.

‘Still a bit too forceful.’

Eyr rubbed his brow in a headache, remembering the events of a year ago.

[Monster Compendium: Mist Bat has been activated]

[Your teaching material +1]

[Your brain domain development increased by 1%]

[You have comprehended Ultrasound]

The Mist Bat is a terrifying hunter, often appearing in the northwest of the Ghostlands, using sound waves to hunt some large carnivorous animals.

When extremely hungry, Mist Bats will even attack passing caravans. Dozens of civilians are killed by Mist Bat sound waves every year, which is a huge loss for the low-fertility high elves.

After Eyr advanced to the High Arcanist, he came to the Windrunner Spire to specifically capture this creature, helping the ranger unit solve a lot of trouble. The Monster Compendium was naturally activated, hence this scene today.

The sound waves were lowered to the minimum by Eyr, only to the point of stinging the eardrums. In other words, if Eyr were to use his full power, then none of the civilians in the arena would survive, except for those old monsters in the VIP seats.

“Are you calmer now? Then I’ll continue.”

‘A formidable young man, is it a newly developed spell?’ The mages in the arena thought in unison.

Eyr, disregarding the fearful gazes of the commoners, spoke eloquently:

“Pigs, to the Quel’Dorei, are a dirty and useless creature, while our most despised human ‘allies’ have a completely different view. To humans, pigs can be food, prey, or even partners.

Today, I’m not talking about ordinary wild boars, but a divine creature whose close relatives call them - Children of Agamaggan!”

The crowd below looked blank, not knowing what Agamaggan was, let alone what it had to do with them. Only Anasterian Sunstrider looked horrified, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The Sunstrider surname represents a distant past. Ten thousand years ago, during the War of the Ancients, the wilderness demigods and the night elves fought side by side bravely against the Burning Legion for countless days and nights, until they drove the demons out of this world.

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The wilderness demigods also suffered heavy losses.

The bear demigods Ursoc and Ursol fell under the iron hooves of the Legion, the raven demigod Aviana's wings were broken in her beloved sky, and even Elune's most beloved consort, Malorne, had his neck twisted by the Legion commander Archimonde.

Among these sacrificed great demigods, there was also the boar god Agamaggan, who left a strong mark in the battle to protect Azeroth.

Agamaggan was one of the ancient demigods. Legend has it that this immortal giant boar was one of the first creatures to roam the continent of Azeroth. His body was surrounded by thorny vines.

With the passage of time and boundless appetite, his body continued to grow, gaining unparalleled physical strength. He used thorny vines and fangs as his weapons, which made the trolls who hunted him always fail.

Although Agamaggan eventually fell before the Burning Legion, his contribution was indelible. His sacrifice bought Malfurion and others time to rush into the Fortress of Azshara to reach the Well of Eternity.

If there are still mortals in this world who know these secrets, it must be the night elves who fought side by side with the immortal beings and ate the war dividends.

Anasterian’s father, Dath'Remar, was one of them, but like his surname, in order to pursue the sun in his heart, he resolutely embarked on the journey east.

Thus, there were the high elves, the Sunwell, and the current prosperous age.

After giving a meaningful look to Emperor Sunstrider, who also cast his gaze over, Eyr did not explain to the commoners what Agamaggan was, but continued:

“I believe that everyone here does not care who Agamaggan is, or who his descendants are. Listen carefully, the following words may change your future.”

The voices of the audience below gradually diminished, and they began to listen attentively to Eyr’s speech.

Waving his hand, the three-meter-tall construct Frankie took out a cage with heavy steps.

He lifted the black cloth covering the cage, and a stout wild boar covered in cyan-blue patterns was exposed to the air, causing a suppressed exclamation in the arena.

“Since everyone cares about their future, then I won’t beat around the bush.”

Eyr chuckled and continued: “The skin of this wild boar is not as rough and thick as that of ordinary wild boars, but it has a unique characteristic—magic resistance.”

Anasterian could no longer sit still, he exclaimed and stood up.

The mages behind him also exclaimed, their eyes fixed on the wild boar in the cage.

“Everyone probably understands what magic resistance means, so I won’t elaborate. Now I announce…”

“I will explain the breeding experience of this divine creature to everyone for free, and piglets can also be purchased directly from the Sarona breeding factory, but there is only one point…”

Eyr smiled and watched the no-longer-calm crowd below, and slowly said:

“This leather is only allowed to be sold to the Sarona family, and I will buy it at a fair price.”

“Of course, I will only sell the alchemical equipment made from this leather to the Sunstrider royal family. If anyone thinks they can compete with our Sun King, then I can only wish you a happy afterlife.”

After saying that, he did not forget to wink at Anasterian.

The Sun King looked at the little fox on the stage with a wry smile. He thought he was just a scholar who was good at research, but he didn't expect him to be so good at calculating.

In public, how could people refuse such generous conditions? They would get new strategic weapons {or equipment}, and save huge research funding, paying only negligible costs and price differences.

Giving the huge profits in hand to the people, if any noble got such a precious divine creature and exclusive technology, they would definitely not announce it even if they did not have undue ambitions. I can only say, it is worthy of you.

The Sun King thought with admiration.

“It’s really an impeccable overt scheme.” He shook his head with a wry smile.

“Your Majesty, Eyr, he…”

Belore looked at his grandson with some complexity, intending to explain something to Anasterian.

“You have a good grandson, First Wealthy Lord.”

The Sun King patted his old friend of many years and said jokingly.

Belore: Am I going to be finished?

“Haha, don’t put on that expression, it’s just like when you were young. I just sigh, so vibrant, so dazzling, he reminds me of someone.”

Belore breathed a sigh of relief and immediately complimented: “Is Your Majesty thinking of an old friend?”

“No, I just remembered my father—Dath'Remar Sunstrider.”

Belore: Regarding the matter of me becoming the Great Grandfather Emperor, is it still too late to pack up my belongings and run away?