"I skipped work to come out!"
The Undead Queen had a serious expression on her face. She was no different from her usual ice-cold queen temperament, yet she was saying words that were completely out of character. I felt as if a bright red sun was slowly rising in the sky.
"Hm, is it strange to say that?"
Cirvanas looked at my strange expression and paused for a moment, before frowning and asking softly, "Actually, I have been learning how the commoners in your world speak, and some words were learned from your emissaries."
"For example, Liliana, right?"
I instantly understood. The one who usually went to the World of Azeroth was Liliana, who was familiar with the environment there, and the one who could so effortlessly use all kinds of abnormal common sense to fool others was the Archbishop.
"There's nothing wrong with that …" I looked at the Forsaken Queen, who still had a serious expression, as if nothing could affect her thinking. "Don't learn things from the little lass beside me in the future."
Lina immediately pounced at me with bared fangs and brandished claws, but I easily threw her away.
"Although I don't really understand, perhaps you're right." Cirvanas nodded and took out some scrolls. "Although the Salvation Army's highest doctrine is unity, if it's such a grand event, it seems like a good choice to compete."
I understood what she meant. The Infinite World Carnival was, of course, nothing more than a festival for the commoners, a stage for merriment, but for the leaders of these races, it was also a chance to compete with each other: how to display more of their world's culture before the eyes of the otherworlders, how to make their race stand out from the rest of their world, how to make their race shine in various celebrations — these were all problems that they had to consider. Don't think that these things were unimportant. For the spawns who came from various worlds but all accepted the Empire's rule or protection, performing better would mean receiving more attention from the Empire, and of course, more support. How great would that be?
Even if we didn't describe it in terms of benefits first, wouldn't there be situations where even close brothers worked hard to gain more attention from their parents?
Even though the spawns of the Empire were brothers, and even the most united of the Azeroth Salvation Army had internal competition, it was just that this healthy competition built on a peaceful foundation would not affect their unity, and would instead strengthen the bonds between the races. For more details, please refer to One World, One Dream.
Sandora and I had expected such a situation from the start, and considering the big picture, we were happy to see such competition that would strengthen the bonds between the races. We had even created an open reward system, one of which was: the race that personally submitted a detailed plan for the Infinite World Carnival to me or Sandora before the deadline would receive the right to freely choose the venue for their race. This meant that the earlier you signed up, the more choices you would have — although since we had designed the entire Infinite World Carnival venue to be equidistant from each other, the right to choose didn't have much practical value … Ahem, in any case, for the leaders of the various races who valued their race's honor so much, this honor was something that they would do their best to fight for.
Of course, I also believed that no one would fight for such an opportunity and submit a detailed plan that was hastily drafted, occupying the best venue to embarrass themselves? Even those with above-average intelligence wouldn't do that.
"Alright, the Forsaken were the first to submit their detailed plans for the Infinite World Carnival, I have already recorded it." I took the file from Cirvanas's hands. "The other races had only just submitted their draft plans. It seems that your appearance this time …"
"Oh! In the name of the Holy Light! " Just as I put away the file that Cirvanas had submitted, a muffled scream that sounded like thunder came from behind me. The loud voice gave all the Heroic Spirits on the scene a fright. "Magni! Your ale has ruined everything! Cirvanas got there first! "
I turned around just in time to see the tall and sturdy Varian and the short and sturdy Magni appear behind me. It was obvious that the two of them had just teleported over.
"Oh, it seems that I shouldn't have drunk those two cups of ale," Magni mumbled in a rough voice, blowing his broom-like beard upwards. "But I don't think the situation is that serious. The first 100 positions are all the same, and us dwarves don't care about such minor details."
"But I care!" Varian looked at Cirvanas gloomily. "Alright, Undead Queen, you win."
Varian was the current ruler of the human kingdom of Azeroth. This human, who had experienced countless disasters and trials, had always been filled with animosity towards the Undead. It was only after the Salvation War that this animosity was reversed. However, it was obvious that even after the animosity was reversed, and as a leader of the Salvation Army, he wasn't too fond of Cirvanas.
"I didn't expect you to move so quickly." Cirvanas shrugged. Just as she finished her sentence, another voice came from afar. "What?! We didn't even make it to the top three?! "
I turned my head again, and this time, it was a huge green face — Saar, did you skip work too?
Cirvanas's appearance seemed to be a signal. In just a few minutes, four leaders from the World of Azeroth had already appeared in front of me. None of them brought any followers with them, and it was obvious that they were traveling in secret. Another similarity between them was that they had all skipped work.
"Don't worry, the Salvation Army can function normally without us," Magni Bronzebeard's voice was even louder than Varian's. Bronzebeard's voice was even louder than William's. The forthright Dwarven King admitted that he was in charge of everything without any awkwardness. He then turned his head and saw a group of Heroic Spirits having a feast. "Aha, it's the wine of the heroes! You don't mind Old Muradin joining in the fun, do you? "
"Dwarf, your brain has been soaked in alcohol!" Sal shouted from afar, only to be met with a hearty laugh from Muradin, "Haha, if you were to live again, you would definitely drink a few cups like me!"
"Live again? What's going on? "
I asked curiously.
"It's said that in the latest expansion, this dwarf turned into stone."
Saar blinked, and a strange and mocking expression appeared on his face. "Ever since the opening of CTM, the dwarves have to drink double the amount of ale every day. They announced that it was to celebrate the rebirth of their leader — to thank the Empire for saving them. The Cataclysm was strangled in its mother's womb by the earth's core stabilizer and two special forces, so this dwarf thinks that he has been reborn."
"It's just an excuse to drink." The scar on Varian's face suddenly trembled. "Fortunately, Bolvar is still normal."
At this moment, I had already become a pile of pale lines in the wind. Can the few of you not talk about such nonsense with such a serious expression?
Has the Empire's Immoral Force Field really spread to thousands of worlds?
Earth's WOW storyline originated from the World of Azeroth's information projection. However, due to our interference, the World of Azeroth's history had been completely reversed. Bolvar did not die in Northrend, and the subsequent Cataclysm did not happen. Deathwing was pressed into the Dimensional Cage before he could wake up, and was now undergoing a complete brain repair. The Ancient Gods who were furious but could not be directly eliminated were nailed to the Earth's core by a large number of deep earth's core stabilizers. They needed to receive a few trillion volts of electric shock treatment every two days until their addiction to destroying the world was cured.
After these changes occurred, the information projection between the World of Azeroth and Earth was, of course, out of place. Now, WOW was still releasing new expansion packs, but they were already completely different from the real Azeroth. They were just the "inertial aftermath" of the information flood after the data was copied. They showed things like "if history had not changed, what would Azeroth have been like?" The time they could last was abnormally short. As time passed, the orderly information projection between the two worlds would quickly be interrupted. The concrete manifestation was that a certain lousy plot writer could no longer produce reliable inspiration (…).
This situation sounded complicated, but it was not uncommon. As a type of almost random information flow, information projection was not something stable. They would usually last for a period of time due to the world's deviation. Therefore, no matter which world, there was no "story" that could last forever. All works of imagination could only describe a small part of the history of another world, and then ushered in the end — excluding those that were destroyed by the Immoral Force Field.
Well, complaining was one thing, but no matter what, seeing the leaders of the Alliance Tribes, who used to be at each other's throats whenever they saw each other, getting along so well made me happy. The hatred between the races was the hardest to get rid of. The war to save the world used its unprecedented cruelty and the threat of the world's destruction to bring them together. Now, the leaders of these races were working hard to make this good start last. It wasn't easy to get to this step.
The banquet was held by the Fairy Lake. A group of heroes and emperors came to liven things up, and the four uninvited leaders of the four races. These elements made this ordinary family banquet seem like a national banquet. Any one of the people present would be able to shake the earth with just a stomp of their feet. This was not including the few Protoss who only knew how to eat and didn't have the dignity of a God at all. Although this banquet was of such a high level, it actually looked like the cafeteria of a certain factory, especially with Magni and William's loud voices.
"Hey, hey, humans. Who are those guys?"
As soon as I sat down at the dining table, the Jade Star Stone suddenly jumped at me from the side. The little doll girl's face was filled with surprise. Although she tried her best to maintain a calm expression, I still noticed the uneasiness in her eyes.
I bent down to pick her up and put her on my lap. Pointing at the people around me, I began to introduce them. "Pick a few for you to get to know: Britain's greatest King Arthur, the ancient hero with demigod blood, King Hercules of Sparta, King Leonidas of Sparta, and Cuchulin of Ireland who is grilling fish next to him. The newcomers are the leaders of another world, Dark Queen Sylvanas, King Varian of the Human Race, King Magni of the Dwarves, and Chief Saar of the Orcs. Like you, they are also guests of the carnival. Oh, and one more thing, don't tease this little thing who is rolling a bottle cap on the table.
The little one on the table immediately put down the bottle cap and raised her head to greet me happily, "What? Are you talking about Jingle? "
A strong sense of sadness welled up in my heart. I could see tears glistening in the eyes of Ilson and the others across the table as they lowered their heads to eat.
Jade Star listened to my introduction blankly. After a long time, she raised her head with great effort and stared at me with her red and green eyes. "You're lying to me, right?"
"What do you think?"
"… Then, what do you do?"
I immediately raised my head and said, "Parents!"
Jade Star was stunned and suddenly shivered. She finally understood the meaning of the word 'parents'.
Parents are just parents, this group of family members is even worse …
The little doll's eyes rolled around and she jumped to the ground. "Mercury Lamp! How did you come to this scary place? Tell me! "
I called out from afar, "You must call me sister!"
After the lively 'family dinner', I urged Mercury Lamp to bring her group of sisters, who were already bursting with curiosity, around. I could see that although she looked reluctant, Mercury Lamp was very happy to be able to repair the relationship between herself and her sisters. As for me, after saying goodbye to the others, I set off for the Temple District.
Everyone probably remembered how Avalon was built. Its core temple was a super Schilling Mother Nest. This huge pyramid used the power of science and technology to analyze the flow of the entire world's data. At the same time, half of the Mother Nest was entangled and assimilated by the branches of the World Tree. The World Tree Temple used this method to ensure that it supported the laws of Avalon. Therefore, the Avalon Temple should be a building of technology and mystery, and Fina was now receiving the final stage of her treatment here.
It was already close to nighttime in Avalon. There was only a dim glow on the horizon. The magnificent Great Temple emitted a faint golden radiance under the gradually lowering dark curtain. Green crystal particles mixed with the golden radiance radiated outwards, filling the area within a few kilometers of the Temple with a relaxing aura.
Next to the Great Temple, there was a small village in the shape of a hexagram, with picturesque buildings.
This was a village that mixed the two architectural styles of elven elegance and religious solemnity. All the buildings had elegant lines and low-hanging solemn decorations. Green and gold were the main colors here. Liliana announced that this was the religious core of the Church of the Goddess of Life — unknowingly, that girl seemed to have officially established the little thing's unreliable religion.
"Although the doctrine is a bit nonsensical, look, we also have a Pope's City, a Temple, and a religious class." That's how it was.
Artemis and her former classmates had all been baptized by Jingle and were now the true core believers of the Church of the Goddess of Life — they were much more serious than Liliana, the unreliable Archbishop. They took on the responsibility of managing and protecting Avalon. They established this church village near the Great Temple and lived together with some Heroic Spirits who chose to settle here. When I arrived at the village entrance, I found that it was much quieter than usual. There were only a few Heroic Spirits on the village path paved with star gold. As for the village priests, Artemis' subordinates, there was not a single one to be seen.
While I was puzzled, Midea happened to walk over from the opposite side with a basket. As a good wife in every sense, this "witch" never attended the banquets held by the other Heroic Spirits by the Fairy Lake alone. Looking at the time — could it be that the Gemu Family was cooking at this time?
Out of curiosity, I asked casually. Midea covered her face with one hand and smiled. "Because the Osaka Sisters are also going to participate in the carnival. As teachers, Soichiro and I naturally have to accompany the children in preparing. After all, we are the hosts of the City of Shadows."
"… Uh, can I ask what those little girls are planning to do?" I was curious. The younger sisters of the Osaka Sisters were becoming more and more active recently, especially after borrowing the Cerberus Army to go on a rampage outside for two or three months. Their current activity was really growing with each passing day.
"It hasn't been decided yet. The Student Council has been debating about it recently. Currently, they are preparing for a ten-thousand-person chorus, super group gymnastics, and the Orbital Airborne Osaka Army …"
I was speechless.
Although other than the Orbital Airborne, they were all normal activities for the students, as expected, when more than ten thousand younger sisters of the Osaka Sisters gathered together, no matter what they did, it would be a very strange thing!
After sighing at the mobility of the Osaka Sisters, I remembered that the village was so quiet just now. After asking, Midea instantly revealed a happy smile. "Because today is the day of Miss Funa's baptism. There is another sister who follows the Goddess. Many people are attending the ceremony. Also, because Funa's identity is rather special, all the priests in the village are attending the baptism. It is normal that there are very few people on the streets."
I was a little stunned. "Funa? Baptism? What's going on? "
"You don't know?" Midea looked even more surprised. "In the morning, the female Pope came by. Then, Miss Funa said that she wanted to become a believer of the Goddess of Life. I thought that it was your intention."
Intention my ass! Anyone with a two-digit IQ would be able to guess that it was Liliana who had successfully tricked her.
However, although I was a little annoyed, Funa had adapted so quickly to life here — as well as the various unscrupulous tricks. It was still something to be happy about.
Speaking of which, under Liliana's unremitting efforts or torment, Jingle, this Goddess who had no concept of religion at all, seemed to have gained quite a few believers. The four to five hundred versions of the Goddess of Life's teachings had blossomed everywhere in the Empire. There were actually some idiots — er, honest people — who sincerely believed in Jingle. That was why I could no longer treat this "national religion" of the Goddess of Life as a joke. Just what was their baptism ceremony like? Now, I was really a little curious about this.
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