There is a truth that says: people love gossip more than war.

There is no shortage of war in the world of Azeroth, but gossip makers have always been very rare.

Except for the Titan God Sarodar who occasionally surprises everyone, the biggest gossip maker at the moment is Quel'Thas, the Sun King of Quel'Thalas.

An incomparably exciting news suddenly spread all over the country, making the people all over Azeroth happy, and the news media from all sides rushed to report it, and the limelight overshadowed the Northern Expedition that was in full swing for a while.

The Sun King, Kael'thas is getting engaged to Avena, the embodiment of his own holy well!

Mom, it's a dead life!

Kael'thas lived up to expectations and finally confirmed the title bestowed on him by the Titans: the man of Hii.

Rijing dripping man, you are mighty and majestic, Mercedes-Benz dripping body toothpicks stirring the vat... Ahem... Do it all over again.

In short, they are about to get engaged on the golden sand of the Yongge Forest, and then they will officially get married after a while.

As for the attitude of the High Elves ... Well, they're just as happy.

Now everyone has seen the chicken-like existence of the Well of the Sun.

Anyway, the supply of mana is extremely abundant now, not to mention the dozen or so large mana furnaces in the Outer Void Storm region, and the pure mana produced every day is too much to be used up. The Dawn Divine Power Crystals that can now be seen everywhere in the country alone are completely enough for the daily squandering of the High Elves.

So... If you can't find the Well of the Sun, you can't find it, for the love of our beloved Sun King Kael'thas, we don't want this symbolic holy place!

For the generosity of his people, Kael'thas was even more grateful to give a speech on the stage in person, and finally took Anvina to bow deeply to the high elves in the audience, and almost shouted "Hold your fists, old irons!".

Then the matter was settled, and the High Elves began to prepare for the Sun King's engagement.

Of course, considering that all the forces in the world are on the Northern Expedition, and the boxing with the Lich King is lively, Kael'thas did not invite anyone to the engagement ceremony this time, but just played by himself behind closed doors.

But there was a large number of uninvited people, and they were a new profession in the world of Azeroth: journalists.

This group of reporters from all over the world and major media flocked to Silvermoon City, waiting every day to interview Kael'thas as a man of the sun.

"Hello everyone, I'm a special correspondent for the Goodnight Tribe, Louis Armor Breaker. Behind us is the High Elf's Silvermoon Court, and in a few days' time the Sun King Kael'thas will be engaged to Anvina, the High Elf's holy well incarnation... Ah, the Sun King is out! Your Majesty Kael'thas, please give me an interview!"

"Your Majesty Kael'thas, I'm a reporter for Stormwind Royal Television, could you please share your thoughts, and what kind of attitude do you have with Lady Avena?"

"Your Majesty the Sun King, Your Majesty the Sun King, I'm a reporter for Nomorigen Artisan TV, will you and Lady Anvina have a nightlife... Ahhhhh

Before the dwarf reporter could finish his sentence, he was dragged down by the royal lawbreaker guards guarding the side.

"There's nothing wrong with the old irons, this is the Sun King Kael'thas. The old rule, a reward of 1,000 gold coins, I will go up and ask His Majesty the Sun King some sensitive questions... Ahh

An elite thief was holding up a video crystal to broadcast the world, and at this moment he disappeared and moved towards Kael'thas.

"Your Majesty Kael'thas, may I ask if you and Ms. Avena usually like to use their current avatar state, or do you like to let Ms. Avena return to her original state?"

A soft whisper sounded in Kael'thas ears, and the Sun King was stunned for a moment, and then blasted out with a backhand of an instantaneous flame blast.

The elite thieves immediately screamed and were blown away, and the screen was suddenly swiped in the image crystal.

Kalimdor Continent, Orgrimmar, Hall of the Chiefs.

Grand Chief Sal was sitting on his throne, staring with relish at the TV screen in front of him.

Talesa stepped down from the chief's private area on the second floor and glanced at the bad show Sal was watching.

"Are they really engaged? Also, how many times have I told you not to watch the live broadcasts of those obscene thieves, and that black dragon princess Onexia, who speaks some vulgar and obscene language every day, you will learn badly!"

Sal sighed, immediately changed the channel, and began to watch his own father Durotan's program channel, and suddenly felt bored.

"But that live broadcast is really interesting, I really don't want to watch my father's Durotal wild boar breeding show!"

On television, it is a wild boar farm in Durontal, where the former Grand Chief, Dulongtan, is standing in the middle of a large herd of wild boars.

"Everyone remembers, after the sow is in heat, the above care method is the most correct, and the farmers of the alliance do not know the essence of raising wild boars at all!

Change the channel...

"Love to fight to win~~~" King Varian was showing his singing voice, and Prince Anduin beside him looked at a loss, watching his own father perform his talent in public.

Change the channel...

“aaagh!!! aaagh!!! aaaagh!brother!! brother, where are you !!!"

For some reason, it is estimated that the signal is not very stable, and I somehow received a signal from the greenskins.

In the end, it was turned back to the channel of the black suo chaebol, where a fishman show that has been extremely popular recently.

The black chaebol didn't know where to get a batch of fish-man eggs, and after successful hatching, they packaged them into a group of cute cute goods.

The chief bearer is a small white fishman named Ben Boerba, and his two big watery eyes immediately killed countless female audiences.

"Look, this is the famous roar of the steel tribe, ahahahaha... ”

In the show, Ben Bo Ba wore a full of decorative props, a wig with a ponytail on his head, and a wooden toy axe in his hand, making a "woo-la-la-la" sound.

Sal immediately burst out laughing without conscience.

The Norson continent, a floating island in the dark.

Grom Hellroar grimaced, staring at the fish-man cosm himself on the screen.

"Hesso, I'm going to kill you, and the fish-man! Ahaha... ”

Before Grom could finish speaking, he saw that the decoration of the rushing baba had changed again.

"Next, Demon Hunter Ben Bo Lidan!"

A black cloth belt was tied to his eyes, and he held a pair of green stained plastic crescent knives in his hands, with two black demon wings glued to his back.

Outlands, Dark Temple.

"Don't stop me! I'm going back to Azeroth and killing all those daring goblins!"

Illidan stood up from the TV, picked up the twin blades of Ashinos beside him and was about to rush out.

"Shut up, sit down! It's just a TV show, no shame!"

Mavi stopped the impulsive Illidan, his face full of contempt.

"You stupid woman, that fishman is not dressed as you, of course you don't care!"

"Say it again!"

The Northern Expedition was in full swing, but the entertainment life of the world of Azeroth was even more intense.

Unconsciously, the world has imperceptibly completed the process of information integration.

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