In the early morning of Shining Gold Town, the first rays of sunlight penetrated through the gaps in the leaves and branches, shining on the land, the Darkmoon Circus was nervously preparing for the final selection at this time, although there were only three people on the alliance side, but they still needed to make all preparations.

Unbeknownst to them, the elusive Darkmoon Circus gnome leader Silas would come to Glitter Gold to personally select candidates for the Alliance.

"Regiment... Captain!"

Inside the examiner's tent, the dwarf man was looking at the materials he needed for the day, and when he looked up, he saw a dwarf male standing in front of him.

"I'm here for the test today!"

A simple sentence put great pressure on the self-dwarf man, and the dwarf man immediately said, "Commander, you are here to personally assess?"

"Yes, I received a letter from you, and I'm curious about this Fenpida candidate and want to see for myself what he's capable of," said Hellas, who could put down his shelves and meet in person if he could create a poem full of shock.

"Since you're here in person, I'll be your deputy. The dwarf man said respectfully, "I personally gave the Fenpida grade, and this candidate should be able to meet your requirements." ”

"If he can continue to show this strength today, it is enough to show his literary quality, and Azeroth needs such heroes. Hellas said lightly, "I'm afraid... The previous poem full of fantasy and passion was just a flash of inspiration..."

"Leader, there are two other members of the alliance who are also very strong, one is the archbishop's disciple of the Cathedral of Light in Stormwind City, and the other is the new leader of the Druid Sect. ”

Hellas snorted coldly, "Our Darkmoon Circus is not interfered with by any forces in Azeroth, whoever they are!"

"This time, all the topics will be invalidated, and I will arrange them improvised!"

"Yes, Captain Hellas. ”

...

Inside the tent of the Darkmoon Circus, two humans and a Night Elf stood in front of them, two dwarf males.

"I'm Hellas Darkmoon, the leader of the Darkmoon Circus. Silas said slowly.

As soon as the words fell, except for Fenpida, the other two couldn't help but gasp, the legendary leader of the Dark Moon Circus would actually come to assess them in person, which was really a bit unbelievable.

According to what they knew and heard, this Hellas would not usually show his head, and it was even more difficult to see him than the leader of the camp.

Harold, the bald man of the human race, bowed slightly, and greeted very respectfully, "Harold, the disciple of Archbishop Benedictas, has met Captain Hellas. ”

"Cenarion Council Dampau, met with Captain Hellas. "The same goes for Danwo.

Silas didn't say anything, just nodded silently, and then looked at the last human male, which should be Fenpida.

"Hello..."

Fenpida only replied lightly.

As soon as the words fell, Harold and Danwo, who were beside Fenpida, and even the dwarf man next to Hellas, looked at him in surprise.

There are still people who are so calm!

At this time, Harold was secretly happy in his heart, he came up and was so disrespectful to the head of the Darkmoon Circus, Hellas, this time the selection will definitely be abandoned, what a big fool!

Also thinking about the same idea is Danwo from the Senarion Council of the Druids, who is quite contemptuous of Fenpida's behavior, and has no basic politeness, and stands on the opposite side of the rare Captain Silas, greeting him so lightly... It's sure to leave a bad impression.

Hellas was also a little surprised, but he hid it well, "Didn't you feel any excitement when you saw me?"

Fenbida looked blindfolded, what are you showing off blindly, a stinky dwarf! Then he said with a righteous face, "What is there to be excited?

"Eat by your ability," Hellas muttered a Fenpida before nodding, "Human... You're a little different!"

"That's right, I'm a personality too!" said Fenpida with a calm face.

"Indeed," Hellas nodded, "We people in the Darkmoon Circus must need to have a personality!"

Harold and Danwo were stunned for an instant, they couldn't imagine that Captain Hellas would eat this set and come up to directly despise him for a round, and they could actually get his favor, it was really a bit unbelievable, and now it was too late to show their personality.

Harold and Danwo were really annoyed by the sudden situation, and if they let Fenpida be selected into the Darkmoon Circus, it would not only lose their gold coins, but also ruin their reputation among the younger generation.

"Now I'll talk about the rules and the subject. "I'll give you a day to finish a long novel about demons, and of course, not all of you need to write in one day, just write the first 6,000 words." ！”

"There is no limit to the subject matter!" Hillaston paused, "Now if you have any questions, ask me directly, there will be no chance then!"

Harold hurriedly said, "Dear Captain Silas, can this novel be full of blood?"

"Yes!"

Danwo also asked, "Captain Hellas, about writing a novel about demons... Can you add something that is more sensitive between the Horde and the Alliance?"

"It's okay too!"

Finally, it was Fenpida's turn, and when Hellas saw that he was speechless, he immediately asked, "Do you have any questions?" ”

"Huh?" Fenbida couldn't help but cry out when he heard his name, "No, I don't have any problems, isn't it a demon!"

"Very well!" Hellas nodded, "Now assign each of you a room to the three of you, and by the end of the evening, there will be food and water in stock, and there is only one request, and you can't leave halfway!"

The three of them were immediately brought into their respective tents by the staff of the Night Circus, and they couldn't help but sigh when they looked at an ink pen with a feather title in front of them, as well as a large amount of white paper.

"Pit, handwritten?"

He was accustomed to using keyboard code words, and it was really uncomfortable for him to write by hand, so he immediately picked up a quill pen and studied it, and tried to write some words on a blank piece of paper, and gradually mastered the skills of writing.

"What are you writing about, demon?" said Fanta, holding a quill in her hand and her chin in her other.

"This won't work... No creativity!"

"This... It's okay, but... Never mind. ”

"Well, it's good, but it always doesn't feel like it's in line with the topic!"

After Zuo Si meditated, Fenbida suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "That's right! This one is very good, so let's use it as a blueprint and copy it!"

Suddenly, Fenbida began the first three chapters of his novel like a god.

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