[Prophet] was indeed an indispensable role in all kinds of wretched tactics. With [Prophet], we could use all kinds of effective tactics to deal with our enemies in advance. For example, sneak attacks, sneak attacks, and so on …]
But sometimes, the prophet would also have an unpleasant side. For example, this time, Lin Xue put a big problem in front of me that we would only know about a few days later, giving me a headache from now on, because this bad news was not a problem that could be solved by sneak attacks and ambushes …
Although Lin Xue's prophecy gave us more time to deal with this crisis, I would rather not have heard of this news …
Well, I admit, I was running away from reality, but … this reality is really giving me a headache!
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Although some unexpected events had occurred, our conference still began as usual. In the gigantic conference room on the first floor of Bubble Tower, the representatives of the various species were joyful … fine, they weren't joyful, but at least they were all gathered together. As our main spokesperson, Lin Xue was the first to give a passionate speech. She highly praised the new generation of Heavenly Gods led by a certain Father God who was hiding somewhere. She highly praised the new generation of Heavenly Gods who had persistently fought on the frontlines against the invasion of the Chaos Abyss without fear of hardship, exhaustion, or sacrifice. She called upon all the warriors of the various species to learn from the advanced examples of Heavenly Gods, to arm their minds, to raise their personal awareness, and to actively contribute to the glorious mission of saving the world. She wanted to become a glorious, noble, selfless hero of the Salvation Army who was free from vulgar interests. Miss Lin Xue's entire speech was impassioned, generous, and sincere. She greatly boosted the enthusiasm and advancement of all the representatives present. Thunderous applause rang out in the conference room. The representatives all expressed that they would seriously study and implement the spirit of this conference, strengthen themselves, and strive to become the new generation of advanced individuals who would save the world …
After a round of enthusiastic and friendly exchanges and discussions, the representatives of all races and the Shiring Apostles reached a consensus at the meeting. While one of the two Schilling Emperors was asleep and the other was daydreaming, and the other Schilling leaders were daydreaming, playing cards, chatting online, and eating noodles, the first resolution of this meeting was passed: a new generation of world protection organization led by the Shiring Apostles, with the participation of all races to fight against the violent gangs led by the Archimonde and the Fallen Apostles — the Salvation Army.
These are the minutes of this meeting that had been meticulously edited by Miss Lin. We can clearly see that other than the description of the Xi Ling apostles in the last paragraph, which was still in line with the facts, the record of Lin Banxian's generous speech at the beginning could be treated as a way to make up for the number of words.
I couldn't help but admire Lin Xue's ability to speak non-stop in such a dull meeting for two hours. Not only was she a prophet who could transform into a charlatan in any situation, she was also a God who could transform into the leader of a certain town at any time. This could be seen from how she could forcefully make me fall asleep with her speech …
From a certain point of view, there wasn't a single one of the Shiring Apostles or fairy sisters in the meeting room who wasn't a God. For example, Pandora who was daydreaming at the World People's Conference, Jingle who had spread a handkerchief on the conference table as a table cloth and was enjoying her afternoon tea. For example, Anveena and Alaya who had sat together and were playing poker at some point in time. For example, there was also Sicarro and Little Bubble who were competing to see who could finish a bowl of Kang Shifu the fastest …
I felt that the glorious image of the Protoss that we had painstakingly built up had been completely destroyed by these troublemakers who revealed their true colors after a long time …
This was the first thought that came to my mind after I woke up on the conference table.
"Alright," I raised my head and looked at Lin Xue, who was gulping down water at the side. Then, I made a concluding statement, "From now on, we are comrades on the same front. If there are no questions, I will announce the next action plan of the Salvation Army …"
"Wait a minute, Oracle!" To my surprise, a voice interrupted me. "Please forgive my rudeness, but as a representative of the human race, I have a question!"
I looked towards the source of the voice and saw that it was the Holy Knight who had shown obvious hostility towards the Forsaken and maintained an arrogant noble appearance. I could already guess his thoughts.
"Oracle, I think we should reevaluate the decision of the Undead joining the Salvation Army." As I expected, Victor pointed the spearhead at the Forsaken and used the news brought by Cirvanas as a weakness. "I think everyone here already knows what news their leader brought today. There has been a rebellion among the Undead, which once again proves that the Undead can't be trusted! Betrayal is their innate nature! "
Victor said with a righteous expression on his face, as if he was not in the Temple of the Gods, but the headquarters of the Knights in Stormwind City, and he was not the envoy of the Gods, but a great noble who was giving an impassioned speech to the civilians.
Alright, I admit that the group of troublemakers who played poker, ate instant noodles, and drank afternoon tea had long destroyed the dignity of the so-called 'Gods' …
Hearing Victor's speech, other than Jaina and the few special representatives she brought along, as well as the Naga Archmage who seemed to only be interested in Jingle, the representatives of the other races showed a trace of hesitation. It was not necessarily because they were biased against the Undead, but because they thought of more things. For example, now that Cirvanas's power had been seized, the Forsaken would not only not be of great help to the Salvation Army, but would instead become a burden. Was there still a need to accept such a Forsaken? More importantly, with such a serious betrayal happening within the Forsaken, everyone was weighing the pros and cons. Would such a race really not become a hidden danger?
Cirvanas's expression did not change, but the red light in her eyes was sharper than ever. I knew that she was definitely angry, but I could not show it. Cirvanas, who had almost lost everything, knew that whatever she said now would not have any weight. Due to the betrayal of Valimasas and the Royal Potion Society, she could no longer be called the Queen of the Forsaken. In this meeting of the representatives of the other races, she had lost most of the right to speak.
Thinking of this, she looked at the Protoss sitting at the upper table. Although these Protoss were a little … cough cough, not too serious … no matter what, they seemed to have a very good impression of the Forsaken. This was inconceivable, but at least it gave her a little hope.
Seeing the slight changes in the expressions of the surrounding representatives, Victor thought that his speech had worked. He couldn't help but reveal a faint smile as he thought coldly in his heart, Undead creatures … they were filthy creatures that should all be purified! Saying that the Forsaken had already bid farewell to their evil master? That was a complete lie to deceive others and themselves! Today, I will uphold the justice of the Holy Light and let everyone see the true colors of the Undead. I will also let Lord Oracle know who is truly qualified to become an outstanding race in the Salvation Army. Not only the Undead, but also those evil Beastmen, I will completely banish them from this sacred palace!
From a certain point of view, Victor was indeed a righteous paladin and an old noble with manners and integrity. However, that was only to the upper class in Stormwind City. Victor's justice was only directed towards the human race, and his politeness was only shown to the so-called upper class in his heart. He was a fanatical supporter of General Proudmoore in the past, and he blindly and fanatically hated all races that he saw as heretics. He thought that he was upholding the justice of the Holy Light. This time, he had used a lot of tricks to obtain the identity of the representative of the human race. His only goal was to expel the Forsaken from the Salvation Army and suppress the Beastmen's right to speak in the Salvation Army as much as possible. These filthy and barbaric primitive races were only suitable to be laborers and slaves, how could they become glorious Chosen Ones?
Originally, Victor was not very confident about his plan, but the rebellion of the Forsaken was great news to him. Now, the value of the Forsaken in the eyes of the Oracle was probably gone!
He had made up his mind to make the Oracle realize that those lowly Undead and Beastmen could never become a member of the Salvation Army!
Victor's assumption was quite reasonable. If we were really just so-called "God's Messengers", Cirvanas, who had lost his army and territory and could not even guarantee his own safety, would definitely be treated as a burden. However …
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