Chapter 211 Gathering Together (Part 2)

I don’t know why the little bubble appeared in the square, which really made my scalp feel tight. The other girls were fine. Even someone like Lin Xue, who enjoyed being against me, knew when to be serious, but This ignorant little guy...she is really ignorant! I don’t know what happened to that guy named Bubble. He can’t even look down on his own daughter.

Fortunately, before Little Bubble caused more trouble, two Xiling soldiers who suddenly appeared in the square in response to the plot arrived in time, saluted me from a distance, and then picked up Little Bubble, who was waving his little arms and legs desperately. The little princess quickly disappeared from everyone's eyes.

A small green figure rushed to my shoulder with a roar, grabbed a strand of my hair and began to complain: "555... Little Bubble is so scary, Jun, Dingdang was almost eaten again..."

...meaning have you been eaten by bubbles before? You are a goddess, can't you be a little stronger for me? Are you really sure that you are a god and not some kind of house pet that escaped from the god world? ?

At this time, the representatives of the Naga tribe finally jumped in front of us. The purple-haired girl looked at the little one on my shoulder with curious eyes, and then suddenly said: "Master God Envoy, this is yours." Pet?”

In an instant, there was a moment of silence.

In fact, I wanted to express my agreement, but Dingdang had already taken one step ahead of me and protested loudly: "Don't underestimate Dingdang! Be careful of Dingdang biting you! Dingdang is very powerful!"

No, I didn’t see how powerful you were at all, and it seems like you were almost eaten by another little guy a few minutes ago, right? You little beanbag who will always be four inches and six inches tall!

"So cute!" Dingdang's angry look aroused the purple-haired girl's overflowing love. The mermaid girl in front of her suddenly jumped over, and the entire galaxy seemed to be shining brightly in her lavender eyes, "I Can I hug her? Can I take her home to raise her? Can I feed her? What does she usually eat? Is she picky? Will she hibernate? Also, what other living habits does she have? Does she eat Seaweed? Well... little guy, sister, there are such beautiful shells here..."

...This Naga envoy is so unique...

Dingdang's little mouth was open with a dull look on his face. The mermaid girl's gushing words in front of him made the little one suddenly confused. He waited until the other party suddenly stretched out his hand to catch him, then the little thing said "Yeah" I exclaimed, then rushed to the back of my neck, stuck out a small head, and said in shock: "You...what are you doing! Dingdang is really powerful, don't come over here!"

It's over, it's over, I have completely despaired of this little creature called the goddess, I might as well let this nonsense world be destroyed...

"Ahem..." I grabbed the little thing that was moving around my neck and handed it to Sandora next to me, "This mermaid... Miss Naga, you seem to have forgotten something, right?"

The purple-haired girl blinked her confused eyes, looked at me blankly for a while, and then suddenly showed an expression of realization and said to an elderly Naga man next to her: "Grandpa Kuran, what should we do now? "

...Since you didn’t think of anything, you suddenly realized something! This world should indeed be destroyed!

Not only me, but also the Naga messengers all showed expressions of about to collapse. The old Naga known as Kuran even had wrinkles on his face, as if he was ready to respond to the call of the Poseidon at any time and return to the endless sea. Same.

"Honorable God Envoy, please forgive me..." Kuran struggled to bend down in front of me. It was obvious that the fish tail of his lower body made it difficult for him to maintain balance on land. He could complete such a bowing movement quite well. Difficulty - I once again began to wonder how effective the Nagas were on land.

"It doesn't matter..." I took a deep breath and said that I was very calm now. At the same time, I began to wonder, are Azshara and Vashj's brains flooded? How could such a living treasure be sent as a racial envoy? Didn't Qianqian say that the Naga people attach great importance to this opportunity that allows them to return to land?

Fortunately, the mermaid girl whose way of thinking was as jumping as her walking style finally remembered her mission and introduced herself in a decent manner. I finally knew her name: Isana Kurislan Isabel. Ra-No, in short, let’s just call her Isana for now, and her identity is a bit beyond my expectation. I originally thought she was just a Naga with a prominent status, but her only advantage is that she has a prominent status. Noble, I didn’t expect that she was actually the chief court mage beside Azshara. The vase in my mind turned into flowers. This was really beyond my expectation. In a sense, this is not very reliable. This mermaid girl is also qualified to serve as a racial envoy - if we can ignore her unique way of operating her head.

When the mermaid...the representatives of the Naga tribe arrived not long after, the representatives of the orcs came within the teleportation range of the Island of Gods. In fact, they had already arrived and had been staying near Theramore, if possible. , they are definitely the first batch of racial envoys to arrive, but we have considered the special characteristics of the orcs: apart from those tribe members from Kalimdor, such as tauren and trolls, the rest are not The natives of the world of Azeroth, as we all know, the orcs were originally the invaders who came to Azeroth from the world of Draenor when the Dark Portal first opened, so their identity is very embarrassing. Invasions in the past But now he has become the protector of the world. I am afraid that many people in Azeroth cannot accept this, especially the Alliance. Whether they are humans or dwarves, they are afraid of these Hulks who have killed countless of their compatriots. We don’t have a good impression, so we specifically asked Jaina to help and delayed the arrival of the tribal envoys, so that we would have enough time to use the glory of God to influence... Well, let me make it clear, we just want to make those uneasy people The divided alliance members will be calmed down by the Xiling Apostles first, and then the orcs will be allowed to appear after they have calmed down a bit. This will prevent the hot-headed alliances and the tribe from getting into trouble even if both sides still look down upon them.

What relieved me was that Jaina's efforts seemed to be very fruitful. Perhaps Sivis's diplomacy helped a lot. The tribe's envoy showed great understanding of our arrangements. A certain extremely boring queen sister yelled "Let me use mind control to get rid of them" all day long, a dangerous plan.

What makes me more disappointed is that after experiencing the unexpected beautification of the Naga tribe, the creator god of Azeroth seems to have finally exhausted his few aesthetic cells. What appeared in front of me, except for the Hulk, It was Brother Big Ox, or the troll with bells on his fangs and a lewd smile on his face. None of the beast-eared girls in the fantasy appeared. It was really sad and sad.

Okay, I admit, I am a little confused about the concept of time and space... Should I consider letting Pandora grow a pair of cute kitten ears in a few days? It seems that Xiling apostles can change their own forms, right?

As soon as this idea appeared, there were more than a dozen meaningful glances around, including Lin Xue's contempt and slight threats, Shandora's silly joy of watching a good show as always, her sister's helpless gaze, Anweina and Ah Laye’s puzzled gaze, and Pandora’s complicated look that said, “As long as my brother is happy, I’ll do whatever I want” that required ten Chinese characters to explain clearly, but I could understand it at a glance…

I will never send group messages again, really...

The tribe's envoy was led by an orc named Greto-Bloodfist. He was an old and wise orc, completely different from the violent and rude Hulk in my impression. When he saw us, he immediately became very happy. Bu walked over, then saluted respectfully, and said in a loud voice: "The tribe's special envoy, Greto-Blood Fist, came here on the order of the chief to pay tribute to the distinguished envoy of the gods!"

Look at this quality! Look at this magnanimity! Look at this aura that is neither humble nor arrogant! I said to the fish tail next to me who has been wandering around me since the beginning, trying to coax Dingdang over, can't you learn a little bit? At least pay attention to your surroundings, you saltwater creature!

The appearance of the tribal envoy diverted the attention of several representatives of the alliance, but fortunately, they restrained themselves very well and did not make any extraordinary moves that would cause me a headache and make Pandora excited. They even went a little bit in this direction. A noble gift - it seems that the leaders of the alliance's tribes really treated their envoys well before departure.

Not long after the tribe's envoy arrived, the night elf's envoy finally arrived too late.

Unfortunately, the person who appeared in front of me was not the white tiger mm, but a muscular dark night man whose face was covered with magic lines, his eyebrows almost formed two pairs of parallel lines with his ears, and he was a head taller than me. His name seemed to be Ai Kewen-Antlers. Something like that. It is said that he is a great druid who is second only to Fandral Staghelm in terms of power and prestige. This made me a little curious. To be honest, I really want to see who this uncle is. How to turn into a bear or leopard with a "bang", but obviously, the conditions are not suitable...

The relationship between the night elves and the orcs cannot be said to be good. After all, there was fierce friction between the two tribes at the beginning, and the hatred between them and the orcs was also accumulated with countless blood, but fortunately Jaina's efforts It was still effective, and with the combination of Ding Dong and Lin Xue, a true god and a magic stick, these night elves did not show any hostility towards the orc representatives. Of course, they could not be called friendly.

Everything was just as Lin Xue analyzed at the time. There was a sea of ​​resentment between the various races. Even if they formed a short-term alliance, they could never be called unity.

At this moment, the voice I had been waiting for for a long time finally came from the sky above the bubble tower:

"The Forgotten Messenger has approached the Island of Gods and is preparing to be escorted..."