"Skipping work"

Looking at the undead king with a serious face in front of him, no different from the temperament of the cold nv king in the past, but his mouth was saying something that was absolutely inconsistent with his words, I felt that a red yànyàn embarrassment was rising in the sky.

"Well, isn't that weird?"

Sylvanas looked at my strange expression and was stunned for a moment, then frowned and asked in a low voice, "Actually, I have been learning the way of speaking of ordinary people in your world, and some words have been learned from the mouth of your messenger. ”

"Like Lilina, right?"

Immediately, I understood: the person who usually runs to the world of Azeroth is Lilina, who is familiar with the environment there, and the only one who can use all kinds of abnormal common sense to fool others without psychological pressure is His Excellency the Most Bishop.

"There's nothing wrong with that......" I looked at the Forgotten King in front of me, who still looked serious and solemn, as if nothing had affected his thinking, "In the future, I won't learn anything from this little girl next to me." ”

Lilina immediately pounced with her teeth and claws, but I threw her away.

"I don't know, but maybe you're right," Sylvanas nodded, then pulled out some of the files, "Although the Salvation Army regards unity as its highest dogma, if it's such a event, it seems like a good choice. ”

I understand what the other party meant, the carnival of all worlds, of course, is just a festival for ordinary people, a stage for joy, but for these racial leaders, this is also an opportunity to compete with each other: how to make the culture of their own world more visible in front of the eyes of people in the world, how to make their own race stand out in the team of this world, how to make their people shine in various celebrations, these are all issues they have to consider, don't think that these things on face are not important, For the dependents of all worlds who accept the rule or protection of the Empire, performing better means receiving more attention from the Empire, and of course, more support, what a great benefit it will be?

Even if you don't use this way of describing interests first, even if it is between close brothers, won't there still be a situation where you will try to show yourself so that you can get more favor from your parents?

Don't look at the imperial clan as brothers, or even the most united Azeroth Salvation Army, they also have internal competition, but this kind of good xìng competition based on peace will not affect their unity, but will also make the ties between the various races closer.

Sandora and I thought of this situation from the beginning, and from the big picture, we were also happy to see this kind of competition that could enhance the bonds of various races, and we even developed a reward mechanism for opening up xìng, one of which is: the race that brings the detailed plan of the carnival to me or Sandora before the deadline will get the privilege of freely choosing the venue of their own race, which means that the sooner you sign up, the more choices you will have- Although this preference is not of much real value because the entire carnival venue is designed as an equidistant ring...... Ahem, anyway, for the leaders of all races who regard the honor of the race as extremely important, this kind of honor must be fought for with all their might.

Of course, I firmly believe that no one would be ashamed to occupy the best venue by taking a hastily formulated proposal as a detailed plan in order to compete for such an opportunity. Anyone with an IQ above the average will not do that.

"Well, the Forsaken was the first to mention the details of his plans during the carnival, I have already recorded them," I took the file from Sylvanas's hand, "The other tribes have just submitted the draft plan, and it seems that you have ...... face this time."

"Oh in the name of the Light" I had just put the file of Sylvanasti Jiāo away, when suddenly a muffled thunderous scream came from behind me, and the loud voice startled the Heroic Spirits present, "Magni, your ale has ruined everything, Sylvanas has taken the lead"

When I turned around, I saw a tall and stout Varian and a short, barrel-like Magni appear behind me, apparently the two had just teleported.

"Oh, I don't think I should have drunk those two glasses," Magni muttered gruffly, blowing the broom-like mustache on her lips up, "but I don't think it's that serious, the top hundred positions are all the same, and we dwarves don't care about such minutiae." ”

"But I care" Varian looked at Sylvanas with a depressed expression, "Well, Undead NV King, you win." ”

Varian is the current ruler of the human kingdom of Azeroth, a human who has endured countless disasters and trials and tribulations, and this hostility has not been reversed until the Salvation War, but it is clear that even if the hostility is reversed and he is also the leader of the Salvation Army, he is still not very interested in Sylvanas.

"I didn't expect you guys to move so fast." Sylvanas shrugged her shoulders, and as soon as she finished speaking, another voice came from afar, "What? We didn't even rank in the top three? ”

I turned my head again, this time with a big green face - Sal, have you skipped work too?

Sylvanas's appearance seemed to be just a signal, and in just a few minutes, four leaders of the Azeroth Realm had already appeared in front of me, all of them did not bring a single retinue, apparently traveling lightly and stealthily, and another thing they had in common was that they all came out of the shift.

"Rest assured, the Salvation Army can turn around without any of us," Magni said. Brass Whisker's voice was louder than Varian's, and the bold dwarven king acknowledged the fact that he had shaken his hands without embarrassment, and then turned his head to see a group of heroic spirits dining together, "Aha, it's the heroes' wine, don't you mind old Muradin coming to join in the fun?" ”

"Dwarf, your brain has been soaked in wine," Sal shouted from afar, only to be replaced by a bold smile from Muradin: "Ha Luha, if you live again, you will definitely drink a few glasses as much as I do."

"Relive? What's going on? ”

I asked curiously.

"It is said that in the latest expansion, this dwarf turned to stone."

Thrall blinked, a strange and teasing expression on his face, "Since the CTM opened, the dwarves have been drinking twice as much ale every day, and they announced that it was to celebrate the rebirth of the leader - thanks to the Empire's salvation, the cataclysm was strangled in his mother's womb by the Core Stabilizer and two groups of special forces, so this dwarf thinks that he has been reborn. ”

"It's just an excuse to drink," the scar on Varian's face shuddered suddenly, "but fortunately Boval is still normal." ”

At this time, I was already in the wind into a pile of pale lines: can you guys not say such nonsense with such serious expressions?

Has the empire's unknotted force field really spread to the realm of thousands of generations?

The WOW plot of the earth comes from the information projection of the Azeroth world to the plane, but due to our interference, the historical trend of the Azeroth world has been completely reversed, Bolvar did not die in Northrend, and the subsequent cataclysmic changes did not happen, Deathwing was pressed into the phase cage before he woke up, and is now undergoing a thorough brain repair, while those angry but unable to directly destroy the ancient gods were nailed to death near the core by a large number of deep crustal stabilizers, They need to be treated with several megavolts of electric shocks every two days until their symptoms of world-destroying addiction are resolved.

After these transformations, the projection of information between the world of Azeroth and the Earth was of course misaligned, and now WOW is still opening up new expansions, but they are no longer the same as the real Azeroth, they are nothing more than the "habitual xìng residual b" generated by the flood of information after the data topping, showing things like "what would happen to Azeroth if history had not changed", they can last for an unusually short period of time, and over time, The orderly projection of information between the two worlds will soon be interrupted, which is embodied in the fact that the plot writer of a certain glass slag can no longer produce reliable inspiration (......).

This situation is complicated to say, but it is not uncommon, as a kind of almost random flow of information, information projections are not a stable thing, they usually last for a period of time and then are interrupted by the shift of the world, so no matter in which world, there is no "story" that can last forever, and all imaginative works can only describe a short history of another world and then usher in the end - those that are lost by the unknotted càoTJ do not count.

Hawkers, spit and complain, anyway, I'm still glad to see Azeroth, the leaders of the two sides of the Alliance Tribes who were originally dead to the end of each other, so harmonious now, the hatred between the races is the most difficult to eliminate, the War of Salvation used its unprecedented cruelty and the crisis of the extinction of the world to make it difficult for them who were once hostile to each other to come together, and now, these race leaders are trying to use their actions to make this good start more sustainable, and it is not easy to do this.

The dinner party held on the shore of Xiannv Lake, the cheering of a group of heroes and emperors, and the uninvited four race leaders, these elements made this originally ordinary family banquet almost soar all the way to the level of a state banquet. But in fact, it looks like the staff cafeteria of a certain factory: especially Magni and Varian's loud voices.

"Now, human, what the hell are those guys talking about?"

As soon as I sat down at the table, Cui Xingshi suddenly jumped over from the side, and the little puppet Shao NV's face was full of surprise, although she tried to maintain that remarkable expression, I still caught the crampedness in her eyes.

I bent down and lifted her up to my lap, pointed around and began to introduce: "Pick a few for you: Britain's greatest King Arthur, the ancient hero Hercules with demigod blood, Leonidas, the king of the Spartans, the one who is grilling fish next to him is Cúchulainn of Ireland, and then the new ones are the leaders of another world, the Dark NV King Sylvanas, the human king Varian, the dwarven king Magni, and the orc Great Chief Thrall, just like you, they are also guests of the carnival, hmm, One more thing, don't tease this little thing running around on the table with a bottle cap rolling, she's the god of life. ”

The little dot on the table immediately put down the bottle cap, raised his head and greeted me happily: "Shenma Shenma? Are you talking about jingle bells? ”

A deep sadness welled up in my heart, and I saw tears flickering when Ilson and his party across the table bowed their heads to pick up the food.

Cui Xingshi listened to my introduction in a daze, and raised his head for a long time, staring at me with red and green pupils: "You're lying to me, right?" ”

"What do you think?"

“…… So what do you do? ”

I immediately tilted my head: "Parents"

Cui Xingshi was stunned, and suddenly shuddered: she finally understood the meaning of the word parent.

Parents are just parents, and these family members are even more terrible......

The little puppet's eyes rolled, and then jumped to the ground: "How the hell did you come to this terrible place?"

I greeted from a distance behind: "I want to call my sister"

After the lively "family feast", I led her curious sisters around with a mercury lamp, and it could be seen that, despite the reluctant expression on her face, the mercury lamp was very happy that she and her sisters could be repaired in this way, and I, after greeting the others, set off for the temple district.

The way Avalon was built must have been remembered, its core temple is a super Hyring brood, this huge pyramid uses technological power to analyze the data flow of the entire world, and half of the brood is also entwined and assimilated by the branches of the tree of the world, the temple of the tree of the world uses this way to ensure support for Avalon, so the Avalon Temple should be a building that combines technology and mystery, and Fina is now receiving the healing of the end here.

The time was close to the night of Avalon, leaving only a faint glow in the sky, and the magnificent Grand Temple exuded a faint golden glow under the gradually lowering black curtain, and the crystal particles of the green sè were mixed with these golden sè rays and radiated outward, making the temple permeated with a refreshing atmosphere for several kilometers.

Next to the main temple, there is a small village planned in the shape of a six-pointed star, with scattered buildings.

This is a village that combines the elegance of the jīng spirit and the solemnity of religion, all the buildings have elegant lines and low-hanging solemn decorations, green sè and gold sè are the main sè tones here, Lilina declares that this is the religious core of the Cult of Life NV - before you know it, the girl seems to have really officially established the unreliable religion of the little thing.

"Although the doctrine is a bit nonsense, you see, we also have a papal city, a temple, and a religious class."

Artemis and her former classmates have been baptized by Jingle Bell and are now the true core believers of the Cult of the Cult of Life—far more serious than Lilina's unreliable bishop. They were tasked with managing and guarding Avalon, and had established the church village near the Grand Temple, living with some of the Heroic Spirits who had chosen to settle there, and when I arrived at the entrance of the village, I found that the village was much quieter than usual, with only a few Heroic Spirits on the paths paved with star stones, and none of Artemis' subordinates, who were of the priestly class in the village, were nowhere to be seen.

Suspiciously, Medea happened to carry a basket and walked over from the opposite side, as a good wife in all senses, this "Demon NV" has never participated in the wine banquet held by other heroic spirits on the shore of Xiannv Lake alone, looking at this time - could it be that the Ge Mu family only cooks at this time?

Curious, I asked casually, and Medea covered her cheeks with one hand and a smile on her face: "Because the Carnival Misaka also want to participate, Soichiro and I, as teachers, of course have to accompany the children to prepare, after all, we are the hosts of Shadow City." ”

“…… Well, can you ask those little girls a little bit what they're going to do? "I'm curious, the Misaka sisters have been getting more and more active lately, especially after borrowing the three-headed body army to go crazy outside for two or three months, and their mobility is really growing day by day.

"It's not decided yet, the student council has been debating lately, and there are currently 10,000 people singing, super group cào, and ...... such as the orbital airborne Misaka Legion."

Me: "......"

Although it's a normal student program except for that orbital airborne.,But sure enough, more than 10,000 Misaka sisters get together.,No matter what you do, it's a very ghostly thing.

Sighing at the action of the Misakas, I remembered that I had just seen such a quiet situation in the village, and when I asked, Medea suddenly smiled happily: "Because today is the day of Miss Fina's baptism, and there is another sister who follows the NV God, many people have gone to watch the ceremony, and because Fina's identity is relatively special, all the priests in the village have participated in the baptismal ceremony, and it is normal that there are few people on the street." ”

I was a little stunned: "Fina? Baptism? What's going on? ”

"Don't you know the way?" Medea was even more surprised, "In the morning, the NV Pope came, and then Miss Fina said that she wanted to become a believer in the living NV God, and I thought it was your order. ”

Instructed máo, anyone with a double-digit IQ can guess that this is Lilina's fool again, right?

However, although it is a bit of a complaint, Fina has adapted to life here so quickly - and the various flickering of Wujie Cào, which is still somewhat gratifying.

Speaking of which, with Lilina's unremitting efforts or tossing, it seems that Ding Dong, an NV god who has no concept of religion at all, has a lot of believers, and the four or five hundred versions of the NV God Sect have spread everywhere in the world of the empire's ruling area, and it has really developed some stupid shortcomings of sincere belief in Ding Dong...... Well, honest man, now I can no longer look at the "national sect" of the Cult of Life with the eyes of a joke, what is their baptism ceremony like? Now, I'm really curious about it.