Silas silently picked up the first manuscript, which Harold had written, and the title of the book was very shocking.

Leaving aside the title of the book, Hellas looked at what he had written, and in the first chapter he began to kill and kill, and in the second chapter, the demons began to die tons and tons, and Hellas did not have any desire to read it.

It's too white, it's too bloody, if this kind of novel is seen by the children on Azeroth, it will definitely be affected by it, the world is already full of war and blood, and if this kind of novel appears in Azeroth, it will cause a bad chain reaction in the future.

Kill!

"Martin, what do you think of this one?" handed Harold's manuscript to Martin, a dwarf man beside him.

Martin took the manuscript and looked at it carefully, and his first instinct was that it was very depressing, that this kind of novel was so unfriendly to children that even older friends would be hurt psychologically.

"It's bloody!" Martin said immediately.

Hellas nodded, "Throw it away!"

For this kind of garbage fiction that intends to harm the children and adults of Azeroth, it must be thrown away, and it must be thrown away without hesitation!

Picking up Danwo's manuscript, Silas's frown never let go, and then he tore it off, and said with a dissatisfied face, "What kind of rubbish is this?

"Commander... There's another one!" Martin added.

Silas looked at the last manuscript, the culprit who had brought him here, Fenpida, thought for a moment and said, "What can be done in two hours must be the same as the garbage in front, you see." ”

Hellas was disappointed, his great strategy was about to be abandoned, there was no one on Azeroth who was on his own terms, the Alliance was not, the Horde... Never mind.

Still waiting for Martin's results, after a long time, Hellas still didn't hear any relevant opinions, but in the originally calm atmosphere in the tent, Martin actually began to suddenly gasp sharply.

Hilas glanced at Martin, saw his shocked look, and couldn't help but feel curious, "Martin, what is written on it that makes you so uncalm?"

"Regiment... Head... This—" Martin became a little incoherent, "It's so good, I love this plot so much!"

"Huh?"

Silas was slightly interested, took the manuscript handed over by Martin, and read it carefully, but what he didn't expect was that he was completely captured by Fenpida with the first short chapter, and first of all, the name had filled him with infinite fantasies.

"Let go of that succubus"!

Read the content again.

Bold creativity, novel ideas, and flawless text, everything can be so smooth, revealing a little faint pretense in the plain, and there is no lack of a trace of reason in the pretense, and the reason is mixed with a rare ease!

These elements are mixed together, and they can burst out with such a huge amount of energy, constantly hitting a certain string in Hellas's heart!

Hellas found himself fully immersed in the premise of this first draft, completely seeing himself as the main character, and watching it with relish.

"I'm so angry!" said Hellas, looking dissatisfied, "It's too short!"

"Commander, is he going to be elected this time?" asked Martin.

Hilas nodded, "It has to be Fenpida, no one in Azeroth can surpass him in this realm, I decided that the one of the tribe will refuse directly, and there will only be one Fenpida in the future." ”

"Call them in now!"

...

The three of them returned to the tent again, Harold and Danwo were extremely relaxed, and they felt that the candidate this time must be one of the two Tanma.

"To tell you the truth, there is a huge gap in strength between the three of you, which is not a concept at all, even if you practice for thousands of years, it is useless. Hellas was calm, but there was a hint of mockery in his tone.

Harold and Danwo heard Hellas's words, and their hearts were full of pride, and there was no need to think about it, Captain Hellas must be praising himself and belittling Fenpida.

The idea of the two is very simple, first, they are the young generation who are quite famous in Azeroth. Second, the time for Fenpida to write is too short to reach the point of excellence. Thirdly, because of the problem of betting, it is necessary to win!

"Straight to the point!" Hellas glanced at the expressions of the three of them, "Congratulations... Fenpida, you managed to enter our Darkmoon Circus, and your work has touched me!"

Predictable!

Fenpida smiled faintly, there was no surprise about this situation, his work was a reference to the fantasy god of the mother, the two-eyed "Let Go of the Witch", and he carried out perfect processing and copying, adding the geographical environment and human factors of Azeroth, which was very down-to-earth!

"Dear Captain Hellas... Are you mistaken?"

"Yes, Captain Silas, I don't believe my work can fail. ”

When Harold and Danwo heard the final result, they were both very surprised, it was actually Fenpida who had entered the Darkmoon Circus, and it was difficult to accept it for a while.

"Are you two questioning me, questioning the head of the Darkmoon Circus?" Silas heard the two of them questioning, and said with a dissatisfied expression, "Your work is a bunch of bullshit, how can it be compared to Fenpida's?

Harold and Danwo were greatly surprised by the sudden situation, but due to Hellas's incomparably powerful prestige, the two of them would not be angry with Hellas, they really didn't understand why they were the best of Azeroth's youth for a year, and they were not as good as a little-known boy!

The two of them reluctantly left the place, and when Hellas saw the two of them leaving, his originally serious expression suddenly switched to joy, "Fenpida, you wrote so well, this kind of work is perfect!

"Yes, I seem to see the plot of the fourth chapter now, can you tell me in advance what the fourth chapter is going to write?

Hellas and Martin eagerly began to ask, they really wanted to know what was going to be next, and for no other reason, the manuscript of the novel really touched the deepest part of their hearts.

For the questioning of the two, Fenpida didn't care at all, and now the most concerned thing is to ask Harold and Danwo to get the gold coins, which is the most important thing for him now, anyway, he has become a member of the Darkmoon Circus, and he can't run away.

"That," said Fenpida with some embarrassment, "can I go out for a while, collect the money, and come back soon." ”

"Huh?"

Hellas was stunned, but immediately agreed to his request.

Leaving the Darkmoon Circus, Fenpida hurried to the inn, when he stepped into the first step into the inn, everyone present turned their eyes to him in unison, they already knew the result, they didn't expect that it would be Fenpida who had the last laugh!

Jealousy, envy, helplessness, all emotions are sandwiched together.

"Hahaha!" The innkeeper came to Fenbida's side enthusiastically and said happily, "Fenbida is here, congratulations!"

The speed with which the innkeeper switched his attitude surprised Fenpida, but he never imagined that his successful selection would make the owner a lot of money.

Gently brushing his hand away, Fenpita came to Harold and Danwo, who were drinking sullenly in a corner, and said with a grin, "Two rookies, where are my gold coins?"

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