"Don't stop me! I'm going to kill this guy! I'm going to kill this guy!!!"
"Brother Jun...Cicaro has run away..."
Alaya's words quickly brought me back to my senses. I looked around, and sure enough, except for a large group of priests who still didn't react, there was nowhere on the dock that wretched man who was developing piracy business into Azeroth.
Uncle?
Although I really want to throw Sicaro into the twisting void and be destroyed by humanity, I have to say that that shameful guy really deserves to be able to escape smoothly when being chased and intercepted by two hundred urban management officials. He is known as the K city urban management killer, the worst in history.
The hard disk seller and the wretched guerrilla master of Black Chao Brother disappeared without noticing - you must know that the urban management team is one of the most powerful teams in the world. Isn't there such a saying? Give me three thousand urban management.
I can take back Taiwan...
Ahem, I digressed. What we want to discuss is not the issue of urban management, but how Sicaro dared to sell in Theramore... Ahem! No, the issue that should be considered at this time is to contact all parties.
Right? We should be discussing this issue, right? Why do I continue to digress to this extent? Could it be that some black ultra-disc dealer who always wears a knight's face has had such a great mental impact on me that it will have sequelae? Or is it?
Are you saying that I really should throw that guy into the psionic reactor so that he can have some unique use value?
While I was thinking wildly, there was a sudden noise next to me. Alaya and I hurried to watch, and happened to see a few wet farmer uncles pulling a man up from the sea under the pier.
The face with the Chinese character...and the face with the Chinese character...
I saw an old man with the same standard knight face as Cicaro being rescued by everyone in a hurry. Looking at the way he couldn't help vomiting water, it was obvious that he had just drowned. An oval-shaped meaty guy who visually estimated to be at least 200 pounds walked away.
He climbed up to the top of the mountain with a very skillful technique, and saw a rainbow-colored fountain spurting from the uncle knight's mouth straight into the sky...
"What's going on?" Although I had a rough guess, I couldn't help but ask the priest next to me.
This girl, who was wearing a pure white priest's uniform, was obviously very interested in joining in the fun. I asked him many times before he finally reluctantly looked away from the knight uncle who was lying on the ground performing an artificial fountain.
, turned his face.
"It seems like...ah! Lord God Envoy!"
The pastor sister turned around and just spoke, and immediately saw the angel sister who was following me with a peaceful smile on her face, but she was actually in a daze. Then she thought of my identity based on the angel sister, and couldn't help but exclaimed.
...I can’t help it, Angel Sister’s big wings with a wingspan of three meters are too eye-catching, and apart from the “god envoy” identity that I deceived, my whole body is filled with a strong aura of “ordinary”.
So under normal circumstances, it is Angel Sister who plays the role of a billboard, and then Sajia standing next to her will be noticed. I have to say, this is a very sad thing - especially when I think I am the protagonist.
when...
What is even sadder is that when passers-by A, B, D and D saw the angel sister with shock and admiration, they found that next to her was a passer-by A who was even more passer-by than them in appearance and temperament.
Who is this guy? How dare he stand so boldly behind Lord Angel?" Such an expression. Since this situation is so shocking, I won't recall it carefully...
I was really surprised when I saw a large group of onlookers who didn’t know the truth and instantly shifted their attention from the man with the artificial fountain to me and Alaya. I said with some embarrassment: “It’s okay, you continue to watch. I
I just want to know what’s going on?”
"Honorable Lord God Envoy," as the person I just asked the question, the priest mm was obviously very excited, "This paladin is Lord Odo, the captain of the second knight brigade. Lord Odo set out this morning.
Pilgrimage on the Battleship of God, but it is obvious that he still failed your test this time..."
...Test...Test your sister! You all want to visit my spaceship one by one, and I am acting in self-defense. What does this have to do with a test!?
Although I have already stated that there is nothing worthy of worship on the Battleship of God, these priests definitely regard the "holy light-filled" battleship itself as something worthy of worship, so those who want to make a pilgrimage every day
There was an endless stream. Considering that under the soft defense measures of the bubbles, although these stubborn guys would not be injured, they would never reach the faith level, so I did not stop these guys from being impulsive but very cute.
Action, and this group of clergymen with firm beliefs obviously regard the repeated failures as God's tests for themselves, so they have been carrying out it unremittingly...
Well, not only is it carried out unremittingly, but it seems that this kind of pilgrimage has risen to the level of "tempering" oneself...
Looking at the still comatose Uncle Knight, who was covered in at least 200 kilograms of steel armor, I was very confused, quite confused...
Uncle, I admire your determination. You actually thought of swimming dozens of nautical miles in this armor to prove your beliefs, but what I want to say is... you are really a pain in the ass...
Looking at this group of stubborn but lovely priests, I finally said in a tangled voice: "Forget it about this kind of pilgrimage... When the war is over, I will leave you a big church.
When the time comes, you can just use the Holy Light to illuminate..."
The knight uncle who was performing an artificial fountain a second ago immediately jumped up: "Dear Envoy of God, your kindness will shine on the entire continent of Azeroth..."
...Are you just pretending?
After bidding farewell to these unexpectedly interesting priests, I returned to the faith level with Alaya, Anweina, and convened everyone to discuss contacting the major races.
Although Lin Xue’s plan is to make all thinking things in Azeroth become members of the Salvation Army, this cannot be accomplished by joking. There are so many intelligent races in Azeroth. According to Lin Xue’s plan
Standard, I'm afraid those half-murlocs, furbolgs, cave monsters and even kobolds need to be contacted - although it is definitely much easier to conquer them than to win over a big race, but we don't have so much time to waste on a group of people who have just broken away.
We focus on the weak races in primitive society, so this time our main target is the relatively powerful intelligent races, such as night elves, Nagas, dragons, etc., and as long as we can win over them, in fact, many small races will be attracted by us.
boarded the warship, because some weak races were originally vassals of the larger races, such as the half-murlocs, nearly half of them were slaves of the Naga tribe, and there were also some neutral elemental creatures.
Races with friendly relations join the Salvation Army and take the initiative to help us - this is the knowledge I got from Jaina. As a mage who deals with various elemental creatures all day long, she has a deep understanding of those elements that have completely different ways of thinking from humans.
The understanding of living things is not comparable to that of laymen like us who are complete idiots about magic.
In addition to these powerful races, there is another race that is also the focus of our discussion - goblins.
This neutral race that can appear in almost every World of Warcraft map is very distinctive. They are short in stature and quite stubborn by nature. This stubbornness is reflected in two aspects. One is that the desire to collect wealth is not weaker than that of Ding Ling, and the other is that they are not weaker than Ding Ling.
The mechanical research fanaticism is weaker than that of Lin Xue. Taken together, it is equivalent to the combination of Ding Ling and Lin Xue... Ahem, the above remarks are just the sequelae of someone's crazy thinking. Please ignore it.
After some weighing, we decided to slow down our plan to win over the goblins. Firstly, we really couldn’t find the capital to win over them. Xiling Technology may be able to make these research crazy, but obviously, I am absolutely
We will not leave such important things in the hands of goblins. Secondly, goblins are not of great significance to us. Their combat effectiveness is not strong, and their population does not have much advantage. In the world of Azeroth, they are the only
The racial specialty that we can rely on for survival is technology, but technology...will we value it?
It's said to be a meeting, but actually the main speakers were Sandora and Lin Xue. One of them is Queen Xiling, who has considerable experience in major battles and a long-term strategic vision, and the other is the initiator of this super plan, so naturally they have the most say.
Although Quan, Qianqian and sister are already super superpowers that are so powerful that even the leader-level Xiling apostles dare not easily fight against them, they are still no different from ordinary girls and have no feeling at all about these "big things"
, this little girl Pandora is a standard "silly soldier". It's okay to let her command the charge, but when it comes to conspiracy, she is really not as good as my ice-snow and smart baby Sandora and the cunning and cunning Lin Banxian next to her (...
...), as for the angel sister...her little brain is not as good as Pandora's, except for Dingdang, although she is a goddess, but apart from rolling around on the table with a candy ball in her arms to adjust the atmosphere, I really
I don’t see how far-sighted this guy is, so I exclude him from the list. The only one left is a ghost sister——
A certain luminous person stood respectfully next to the table, holding a plate in his hand. He just had to write "the girl serving tea and water in the background" on his face, so he passed.
Oh, there is also a little bubble. This little guy did not study architecture with his mother. Instead, he joined in the fun with us and kept raising his hands in the air as if he was making constructive comments. However, due to the language problem, pass.
What? And me? Well, I also want to give some foresight to the country like Sandora, but considering that the Sa family’s poor strategic vision has a 99.99% chance of being inhumanely complained by Lin Banxian
, so I’d better be a qualified onlooker and coolie...