Looking at Her Majesty the Queen of the Undead, who has a serious face in front of me, no different from the cold queen in the past, but speaks words that are definitely not in line with her personality, I feel that a bright red sun is rising in the sky.
"Well, isn't this a strange statement?"
Sylvanas looked at me with a strange expression, and was stunned for a while, then frowned and asked in a low voice, "In fact, I have been learning the way ordinary people in your world speak. Some of the vocabulary is from your messengers."
I learned it from my mouth.”
"Like Lilina, right."
Immediately I understood: the person who usually goes to the world of Azeroth the most is Lilina, who is familiar with the environment there, and she is the only one who can use all kinds of abnormal common sense to fool others without any psychological pressure.
His Excellency the Grand Bishop.
"There's nothing wrong..." I looked at the Queen of the Forgotten who still had a solemn face in front of me with sadness, as if nothing could affect her thinking, "Stop learning from this little girl next to me from now on.
"
Lilina immediately rushed over with her teeth and claws bared, but I threw her away smoothly.
"Although I don't quite understand, maybe you are right," Sylvanas nodded, and then took out some files, "Although the Salvation Army regards unity as its highest doctrine, if it is such a grand event, competition seems to be
Good choice.”
I understand what the other party means. The Carnival of All Realms is of course just a festival for ordinary people, a stage for joy, but for these racial leaders, it is also an opportunity to compete with each other: how to make their own world
Culture can be more displayed in front of people from other worlds. How to make the things of their own race stand out among the teams in this world, and how to make their own race shine in various celebrations. These are all issues they have to consider.
Don't think that these superficial things are not important. For the dependents from all worlds who all accept the rule or protection of the empire, performing better means getting more attention from the empire, and of course there will be more support.
,how significant a benefit this would be?
Even if we don't use this way of describing interests first, even among close brothers, wouldn't there still be situations where they try to express themselves so as to gain more favor from their parents?
Regardless of whether they are the Imperial Familia who are brothers, or even the most united Azeroth Salvation Army, they also have internal competition, but this kind of healthy competition based on peace will not affect their unity, but will
It will also make the connection between various ethnic groups closer. For details, please refer to One World, One Dream.
Shandora and I have thought about the emergence of this situation from the beginning, and considering the overall situation, we are also happy to see this kind of competition that can better enhance the bond between all races. We have even specially formulated an open reward mechanism, one of which is
:The race that submits the detailed carnival plan to me or Sandora before the deadline will be given the privilege to freely choose the venue of the race, which means that the earlier you sign up, the more choices you will have - although
Since the entire carnival venue was designed into an equidistant ring shape, this right of priority does not have much real value... Ahem, anyway, for leaders of various races who regard the honor of the race as extremely important.
, this kind of honor must be earned with all one’s strength.
Of course, I firmly believe that no one would, in order to compete for such an opportunity, present a hastily prepared plan as a detailed plan and occupy the best venue to embarrass themselves? No one with an above-average IQ would do this.
"Okay, the Forsaken were the first to submit their detailed arrangements during the Carnival. I have already recorded it," I took the file from Sylvanas' hand, "The fastest among other races
It’s just a draft plan that has just been submitted, it seems like you are showing up this time..."
"Oh! In the name of the Holy Light!" I had just put up the dossier submitted by Sylvanas when suddenly a thunderous scream came from behind me. The loud voice startled the heroic spirits present, "Mai
Gurney! Your ale ruined everything! Sylvanas got there first!"
When I turned around, I happened to see Varian, who was tall and strong, and Magni, who was as short and thick as a barrel, appearing behind me. Obviously, these two people had just been teleported here.
"Oh, it seems I shouldn't have drank those two glasses of wine," Magni muttered in a rough voice, making the broom-like beard on his mouth keep rising, "but I don't think the situation is that bad.
Seriously, the top 100 positions are all the same, we dwarves don’t care about such trivial things.”
"But I care!" Varian looked at Sylvanas with a depressed look, "Okay, Queen of the Undead, you win."
Varian is the current ruler of the human kingdom of Azeroth. This human being who has experienced countless disasters and tests has always been hostile to the undead. This hostility was not reversed until the Salvation War. But obviously, even if the hostility is reversed
Moreover, as the leader of the Salvation Army, he still doesn't like Sylvanas very much.
"I didn't expect you to move so fast." Sylvanas shrugged. As soon as she finished speaking, another voice came from a distance, "What?! We didn't even rank in the top three?
!”
I turned my head again, this time it was a big green face - Sal, did you miss work too?
The appearance of Sylvanas seemed to be just a signal. In just a few minutes, four leaders from the world of Azeroth appeared in front of me. None of them brought a follower. They were obviously traveling lightly and secretly.
Action, and another thing they have in common is that they all skip work.
"Don't worry, the Salvation Army will be able to function normally without any of us," Magni Bronzebeard's voice was louder than Varian's. The generous dwarf king admitted the fact that he had given up on being the boss without any embarrassment.
Then he turned around and saw a place where a group of heroic spirits were gathering for dinner, "Ah ha, it's the wine for the heroes! Do you mind if old Muradin comes to join in the fun?"
"Dwarf, your brain has been soaked with alcohol!" Thrall yelled from a distance, but Muradin laughed boldly: "Haha, if you live again, you will definitely feel the same pain as me.
Have a few drinks!"
"Live again? What's going on?"
I asked curiously.
"It is said that in the latest expansion pack, this dwarf turned into stone."
Thrall blinked, with a strange and teasing expression on his face, "Since the CTM was opened, the dwarves have been drinking twice as much ale every day. They announced that this is to celebrate the new life of the leader - thanks to the empire's salvation, the catastrophe has been
The core stabilizer and two groups of special forces strangled him to death in his mother's womb, so this dwarf thought he had lived a new life."
"It's just an excuse to drink." The scar on Varian's face suddenly trembled. "Fortunately, Bolvar is still normal."
At this time, I was messy and turned into a bunch of pale lines in the wind: Can you guys stop talking about such nonsense with such serious expressions?
Has the empire's unruly force field really spread to thousands of worlds?
The wow plot of the earth comes from the information projection of the world of Azeroth to this plane, but due to our interference, the historical direction of the world of Azeroth has been completely reversed. Bolvar did not die in Northrend, and the subsequent catastrophe
The change did not happen. Deathwing was pressed into the phase cage before he woke up. He is now undergoing a thorough brain repair, while those ancient gods who were furious but could not be directly eliminated were pinned by a large number of deep crust stabilizers.
Dying near the Earth's core, they require multi-megavolt electroshock therapy every two days until the symptoms of their world-destroying addiction improve.
After these changes occurred, the information projection between the world of Azeroth and the earth was of course misaligned. Now wow is still opening new expansion packs, but that is completely different from the real Azeroth. They are just a torrent of information.
It's just the "inertial aftermath" generated after data topology. What it shows is something like "what would Azeroth be like if history didn't change." The time they can last is extremely short. As time goes by,
The orderly information projection of the two worlds will soon be interrupted, and the concrete manifestation is: a plot writer of a certain glass slag can no longer generate reliable inspiration (...).
Such situations are complicated to say, but they are not uncommon. As a nearly random information flow, information projections are not stable. They usually last for a period of time and then are interrupted due to world shifts. Therefore, no matter which world you are in
, there is no "story" that can last forever, and all imaginative works can only describe a short period of history in another world and then come to an end - those who are discarded by unscrupulous tj do not count.
Well, complaints are complaints. Anyway, I am very pleased to see that the leaders of the Alliance and Horde in Azeroth, who were always at odds with each other when they met, are now so harmonious. The hatred between races is the most difficult to eliminate. Use it in the war of salvation.
Unprecedented cruelty and the crisis of world destruction have brought them who were once hostile to each other to come together with difficulty. Now, these racial leaders are working hard to use their own actions to make this good start more sustainable. If they can do this,
It's really not easy.
A dinner party held by the Fairy Lake, a group of heroic emperors adding to the fun, and four uninvited racial leaders. These elements made this originally ordinary family banquet almost rise to the level of a state banquet. You can just pick one and throw it out.
Those are all the masters who stomp their feet and shake the mountains. This does not count the few gods who know how to eat all the way and have no godly majesty at all. However, although the quality of this meal is so exaggerated, it actually looks like the same.
The employee cafeteria of a certain factory looks the same: especially Magni and Varian’s loud voices.
"Hey, humans, who are those guys?"
As soon as I sat down at the dining table, Cuixingshi suddenly jumped over from the side. The face of the little doll girl was full of surprise. Although she tried hard to maintain that amazing expression, the embarrassment in her eyes was still noticed by me.
Caught.
I bent down, lifted her up and put her on my lap, pointed around and started to introduce: "Choose a few to introduce to you: Britain's greatest King Arthur, the ancient hero Hercules with demigod blood, and the king of the Spartans.
Leonidas, the one next to him who is grilling fish is Cu Chulainn of Ireland, and the new ones are the leaders of another world, the Dark Queen Sylvanas, the human King Varian, and the dwarf King McGonagall.
Ni, and the Beast Chief Thrall, like you, they are also guests of the carnival. Well, one more thing, don't tease this little thing who is running around on the table with a bottle cap, she
She is the goddess of life."
The little guy on the table immediately put down the bottle cap, raised his head and greeted me happily: "Shen Ma Shen Ma? Are you talking about Ding Dong?"
A deep sadness surged into my heart. I could see tears flashing down my face when Ilson and his group across the table lowered their heads to eat.
Cuixingshi listened to my introduction dumbly, raised his head with great effort for a long time, and stared at me with his red and green eyes: "Are you lying to me?"
"What do you think?"
"...Then what do you do?"
I immediately raised my head: "Parents!"
Cuixingshi was stunned and suddenly trembled: she finally understood the meaning of the word "parent".
Parents are just parents, these family members are more terrible...
The little doll's eyes rolled around, and then it jumped to the ground: "Mercury lamp! How on earth did you come to this terrible place!"
I greeted from a distance: "Call me sister!"
After a lively "family banquet", I encouraged mercury lamp to lead her group of sisters who were extremely curious to go shopping around. It can be seen that although there was a reluctant expression on my face, mercury lamp
I was very happy to be able to repair the relationship between myself and my sisters, and I set off for the temple area after saying hello to the others.
Everyone must still remember the way Avalon was built. Its core temple is a super spiritual mother nest. This huge pyramid uses the power of science and technology to analyze the flow of data in the entire world, and half of the mother nest is occupied by the world.
Entangled and assimilated by the branches of the tree, the Temple of the World Tree uses this method to ensure support for the laws of Avalon. Therefore, the Great Temple of Avalon should be a building that mixes technology and mystery, and Fina is now
Just receive the final stage of treatment here.
The time is approaching the night of Avalon, and there is only a dim glow left on the horizon. The magnificent temple exudes a faint golden light under the gradually drooping black curtain, and green crystal particles are mixed in this golden light.
Radiating, the temple is filled with a refreshing atmosphere for several kilometers.
Next to the grand temple, there is a small village planned in the shape of a hexagram with well-proportioned buildings.
This is a village that mixes two architectural styles: elf elegance and religious solemnity. All buildings have elegant lines and low-hanging solemn decorations. Green and gold are the main colors here. Lilina declared that this is life.
The religious core of the Goddess Religion - Unknowingly, that girl seemed to have officially established the little thing's unreliable religion.
"Although the doctrine is a bit nonsense, look at it, we also have a papal city, a temple, and a religious class." That's it.
Artemis and her former classmates have all been baptized by Ding Dong, and are now the core believers of the Goddess of Life in the true sense - much more serious than Lilina, the most unreliable bishop. They bear the responsibilities
With the responsibility of managing and guarding Avalon, I established this church village near the Great Temple and lived with some heroic spirits who chose to settle here. When I came to the entrance of the village, I found that the village was much quieter than usual.
There were only a few heroic spirits on the village paths paved with astrology stones, and none of Artemis's subordinates, who were the village's priest class, were seen.
In the midst of doubt, Medea happened to come over from the opposite side with a basket. As a good wife in every sense of the word, this "witch" never participated alone in the banquets held by other heroic spirits by the fairy lake. Look at this now.
Time——Does the Kuzumu family only cook at this time?
Out of curiosity, I asked casually, and Medea covered her cheek with one hand with a smile on her face: "Because the Misakas are also going to participate in the carnival, Soichiro and I, as teachers, of course have to accompany the children to prepare.
After all, he is the host of Shadow City."
"...Um, can I ask what those little girls are planning to do?" I became curious. The Misaka sisters have become more and more active recently, especially after using the three-headed legion to go crazy outside for two or three months.
Their mobility is really improving with each passing day.
"It hasn't been decided yet. The student union has been debating recently. We are currently preparing for things like a ten-thousand-person chorus, super group gymnastics, and orbital airborne Misaka Corps..."
I:"……"
Although except for the orbital airborne, it was a normal student program, but as expected, when more than 10,000 Misaka sisters get together, no matter what they do, it is a very weird thing!
After sighing at the Misakas' mobility, I remembered how quiet the village had been. When I asked, Medea suddenly showed a happy smile: "Because today is Miss Fina's baptism day, and there are many
I got a sister who follows the goddess, and many people went to watch the ceremony, and because of Fina’s special status, all the priests in the village attended the baptism ceremony, so it’s normal for there to be few people on the street.”
I was a little dazed: "Fina? Baptism? What's going on?"
"Don't you know?" Medea looked even more surprised. "The female pope came here in the morning, and then Miss Fina said she wanted to become a believer of the goddess of life. I thought this was your instruction."
Damn it! Anyone with an IQ in double digits can guess that this was Lilina's trick again, right?
However, although she is a bit complaining, it is somewhat gratifying that Fina has adapted to the life here so quickly - and all kinds of unscrupulous deceit.
Speaking of which, with Lilina's unremitting efforts or tossing, Dingdang, a goddess with no religious concept at all, seems to have a lot of followers. The four to five hundred versions of the Goddess Canon have blossomed everywhere in the world in the empire's area, and there are also
I have really developed some idiots who sincerely believe in Dingdang... Well, honest man, so now I can no longer look at the "state sect" of the Goddess of Life as a joke. What is their baptism ceremony like?
? Now, I really have a little curiosity about this.