Azeroth Monster Manual

“Let's go, brat. You don't want to spend the night here, do you?”

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“Is that allowed? Your Majesty?”

… …

Head Maid Aileen, or rather, Aileen, looked at the young man chatting happily with the Sun King with a face of shock. In her 63 years of service, Anasterian was always the wise, dignified, and selfless Sun King in her heart.

She had never seen anyone able to talk so freely with the Sun King. Even Belovar, the Archmage and Anasterian's longtime friend, had never been so 'impudent'.

The image of the young man rose infinitely in her heart. Her originally cold eyes gradually became fervent.

Young, rich, powerful, and able to drink with the Sun King, this was definitely a high-quality male among the Quel'dorei.

Aileen unconsciously licked her lips, crossed her arms, and a dazed look appeared in her eyes.

No wonder the Head Maid was so out of sorts. With the young man's current assets, any random girl would have to walk with her legs clamped shut.

“Your Majesty, there's something…”

“Whatever it is, let's talk about it tomorrow. This old body of mine really can't stand you young people's antics.”

Anasterian walked up the winding stairs on his own, with the young man following closely behind.

“Aileen, arrange a room for your new master. Lord Aier is also tired today. Serve him well.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” the Head Maid replied, her face flushed.

“Ahem, Your Majesty, you misunderstand. I was saying…”

Anasterian gave the young man a meaningful look, then clapped his hands.

Before long, a string of flamboyantly dressed, beautiful maids appeared before the three of them.

“Young man, you must be restrained…”

Aier: So this is how you test cadres? Ahem, the test is good, but don't test me next time.

… …

“Your Majesty, please wait,” the young man said urgently.

“I advise you not to be ungrateful. These are all the maids in the Sunspire. You have to leave me a few to clean, right?” the Sun King said impatiently, turning his head.

“I'm about to advance to Archmage.”

“No matter how nicely you put it, it's useless. I'll give you three more at most. Now get the hell out… get… get…”

“You… you… what did you say? Say it again?”

Anasterian staggered in shock, nearly falling down the stairs.

“I said, I'm about to advance to Archmage. I want to borrow your Sunspire for a bit.” the young man said patiently.

“I… I… I… *hic*”

Anasterian's eyes rolled back, and he fell backward in disbelief.

“His Majesty has fainted! Priest! Quickly, get a priest!” Aier shouted, flustered, as he caught the unconscious Sun King.

… …

“His Majesty is just a little too shocked. He's fine. With a little rest, he'll be fine in two days.” High Priest Vandellor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and slowly dissipated the Holy Light in his hand.

“Your Majesty… what exactly happened?” Salorean asked solemnly. After hearing the news that the Sun King had fallen ill, he entrusted the work of maintaining the Sunwell to his deputy and rushed back to Silvermoon City as quickly as possible.

“Are you answering me or not? Brat!” Belovar kicked the young man in the butt. After hearing the news of the Sun King's fainting, he didn't dare to delay for even a moment and immediately rushed back to Silvermoon City from Dalaran. At this moment, he was bleary-eyed and full of pent-up anger, and he was furious at Aier, the instigator.

“Ah…”

“His Majesty is awake!”

“Your Majesty, are you alright?”

“What exactly happened? Your Majesty!”

Several high-ranking Quel'Thalas officials gathered around Anasterian, asking with concern.

“I just… I just seemed to hear Aier say something.” Anasterian recalled the scene that had just happened, but he couldn't remember what it was.

The high-ranking officials stared intently at the young man at the foot of the bed. Flames burned in Belovar's eyes, wishing he could blast his grandson's face with a Fireball.

This was His Majesty the Sun King, the soul and cornerstone of the entire Quel'Thalas. How dare this brat!

… …

“Hurry up and tell us! What exactly did you say to His Majesty?” Salorean roared at the young man, holding Belovar's arm tightly.

“I'm preparing to advance to Archmage,” the young man said helplessly.

“Cough cough… cough cough… *hic*”

“Your Majesty! Your Majesty! What's wrong, Your Majesty!”

“Vandellor, quick! Quick, use Holy Light!”

… …

Anasterian woke up again, groggily. Vandellor had just repeatedly told everyone not to agitate the Sun King, so everyone surrounded Anasterian with concerned looks, but no one spoke.

“I just… seemed to be hallucinating. I actually heard that brat Aier was going to advance to Archmage. Haha, he's only 16 years old, not even a fraction of Kael'thas. How interesting, haha, don't you think so?”

The air slowly solidified. The Sun King also felt that something seemed wrong. He looked around and finally found the elven youth in the corner.

“Aier, come here.” Anasterian beckoned to the young man.

Amidst a crowd of murderous gazes, Aier cautiously walked to the Sun King's bedside.

“You're going to advance to Archmage?” Anasterian asked in a tone mixed with shock and suspicion.

Aier was about to cry. He trembled and said:

“Your Majesty… tell me, should I advance or not?”

Anasterian: … …

Belovar: … …

Vandellor: … …

Salorean: … …

The high-ranking officials: … …

… …

The sky was faintly white, and the morning air carried a hint of coldness. Silvermoon City was shrouded in a layer of mist, as if the ancient city had not yet awakened.

Quel'Danas, Sunwell Plateau.

Aier looked back at the scenery around him with every step. The golden magic maple trees emitted a brilliant light under the breeze of the magical wind, and the light purple vines coiled around the gold and red walls, appearing full of vitality.

Stationed here was the Flameweaver Legion, with warriors lined up respectfully on both sides.

Anasterian walked in the front, with Aier closely following behind.

“Glory to the Quel’dorei!”

“Selama ashal'anore!” (For the justice of the people!)

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

… …

Wherever the Sun King went, the guards placed a hand on their chest and swore loudly.

Aier watched the Flameweaver guards with a mixture of amazement and pride.

The charge armor exuding the aura of blood and courage was neatly worn on the warriors' bodies. The overall brownish armor seemed unremarkable at first glance, but upon closer inspection, one would discover that the shoulder armor and helmet were covered with dense and ferocious barbs, sending chills down one's spine.

The group continued to move forward, and soon arrived at the second floor of the building. Here, every few hundred meters, there was a huge golden crystal, surrounded by several magisters who were extracting magic from the crystal. These magisters were wearing light purple storm robes, and bright arcs of electricity occasionally overflowed from their shoulder armor and beautiful hoods.

“Your Majesty… these magisters?”

Aier asked with some doubt. The number of magisters in Quel'Thalas had always been a mystery. The official data stated that there were a total of 118 magisters, but the young man obviously did not believe it.

Just standing here absorbing magic, there were already hundreds of magisters, not to mention those mysterious 'Well Watchers'.

“You didn't think that the magic of the Sunwell would automatically radiate to the entire Quel'Thalas, did you?”

Anasterian said playfully.

“These golden crystals all come from the solidified energy of the Sunwell, and the duty of these magisters is to guide the magic from those solid crystals into our runestone结界, so that the people of the entire Quel'Thalas can bathe in the glory of the Sunwell!”

Anasterian said in a proud tone.

“So the runestone 结界 isn't just for preventing magic from leaking? What a great design.”

Aier said with admiration.

The group continued to move forward, and several constructs flashing with azure light attracted Aier's attention.

As if seeing the young man's doubts, Anasterian took the initiative to say:

“These constructs are called Flameweaver Guardians. That's right, they are based on the construct core you gave us a few years ago, but their performance is even better, and their utilization rate of magic is also higher.”

“Um, Your Majesty, actually, I've recently had some ideas for version 2.0 of the Arcane Guardian and Arcane Annihilator.”

Aier scratched his head embarrassedly.

“You… you… why didn't you say so earlier?”

The Sun King covered his chest and said with difficulty.

“Haha, I've been researching too many things recently, I forgot.”

… …

After the young man promised to teach the latest academic achievements to Kael'thas free of charge, Anasterian finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the group continued to move forward.

The group's pace was not slow, and Anasterian patiently introduced to the young man as they walked:

“This is the Pinnacle Terrace, where the astrologers observe the weather…”

“The Magister's Sanctum, don't let the name fool you, it's actually where those magisters live…”

“This is the Arcane Garden, there's nothing much to say, it's planted with some magical plants, these plants can be used to make some valuable alchemy potions…”

Salorean stared at the old and young man in front with a strange expression, always feeling that the two were more like father and son than ruler and subject. Even when facing Prince Kael'thas, His Majesty the Sun King had never been so patient.

Belovar stared at Anasterian with a jealous look, muttering words that others could not hear.

“The Temple of the Sun is here, below is the Sunwell.”

Anasterian said excitedly. Even in his long life, he had come to this place countless times, but every time he saw the Sunwell below, he could not help but get excited.

“It is the pride of the Quel'dorei, and even more so our source of life. Because of it, we have become great. Because of it, we are qualified to stand freely on this great land. Praise the sun, praise the Sunwell!”

The Sun King's old and majestic voice sounded, and the magisters behind him knelt on one knee as if in prayer, with one hand on their chest, fanatical and abnormal.

Belovar kicked the young man's butt, signaling him to kneel down, but Aier stared at the Sunwell under the high platform with a complex expression, without saying a word, and did not kneel down piously like the others behind him.

‘If the Quel'dorei are destined to be great, it is certainly not because they were born great, but because I - Aier Salona - chose greatness!’

The young man's face was firm, forming a sharp contrast with the pious believers behind him.

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