Chapter 211: Chapter 211: Gathering Together (Part 2)
I had no idea how Little Baobao suddenly appeared in the square, but it really made my scalp tighten. The other girls were okay— even Lin Xue, who took delight in opposing , knew when to be serious. However, this clueless little one… she really had no sense.
Thankfully, before Little Baobao could cause more trouble, two Xyrin Soldiers, appearing abruptly as if responding to a plot cue, promptly arrived at the square. They saluted from a distance, then scooped up the Little Princess, who was desperately flailing her arms and legs, and swiftly vanished from everyone’s view.
A tiny green figure whooshed onto my shoulder and tugged at a strand of my hair to begin complaining, “555… Little Baobao is really too scary, Ah Jun, Dingdang was almost eaten again waah…”
…So, you an you’ve been eaten by Baobao before? As a Goddess, can’t you be a bit stronger for ? Are you sure you’re of the Divine Race and not so dostic pet that escaped from the Divine Realm!?
At that mont, representatives of the Naga Clan finally hopped— yes, hopped— before us. The purple-haired girl observed the Little One on my shoulder with curious eyes, and then blurted out, “Divine ssenger, is this your pet?”
Instant silence.
Actually, I wanted to agree with her, but Dingdang had already loudly protested ahead of , “Don’t underestimate Dingdang! Be careful or Dingdang will bite you! Dingdang is very powerful!”
No, I really can’t see how you’re powerful, and weren’t you almost eaten by another little one just a few minutes ago? You perpetual four-inch-six Little Douding!
“How adorable!” Dingdang’s indignant look only ignited the purple-haired girl’s overwhelming affection. The rmaid girl in front of suddenly bounded over, her pale purple eyes glittering like the entire Galaxy, “Can I hug her? Can I take her ho? Can I feed her? What does she usually eat? Is she picky? Does she hibernate? And what else, does she have any other habits? Does she eat seaweed? Umm… Little one, Sister here has so really pretty shells…”
…This Naga Envoy is really sothing else…
Dingdang gaped, completely dumbfounded, as the rmaid girl’s endless babble confused the Little Thing, and it wasn’t until the girl reached out to grab her that Little Thing let out a “ya” in alarm, then scampered to the back of my neck. Peeking out with a frightened expression, she exclaid, “You… what are you doing! Dingdang really is very powerful; don’t co any closer!”
It’s over, totally hopeless; I’d completely lost faith in this so-called Goddess of an animal. Might as well let this ridiculous world self-destruct…
“Ahem…” I grabbed the Little Thing squirming on my neck and passed her to Sandora who was beside , “Ms. Naga— sorry, I an, Lady Naga, you seem to have forgotten sothing, right?”
The purple-haired girl blinked her confused eyes, stared at for a mont, then suddenly put on an enlightened expression and said to an elderly Naga beside her, “Grandfather Kuran, what are we supposed to do now?”
…If you can’t rember anything, then what are you suddenly enlightened about! This world really should be destroyed!
Not just , even those Naga Envoys each showed a face on the brink of collapse, and the one called Kuran, with his face full of wrinkles, was twitching as if ready to heed the Sea God’s call to return his soul to the Endless Sea.
“Respected Divine ssenger, please forgive …” Kuran bent forward with difficulty before . It was clear that his fishtail made it hard to maintain balance on land. Even this simple bow was quite a challenge for him— I started to doubt the Naga Clan’s combat effectiveness on land once again.
“It’s okay…” I took a deep breath, showing that I was very calm now, while also starting to wonder, had Aisala and Vashj’s brains been flooded? Why would they send such a treasure as a Racial Envoy? Didn’t Qianqian say that the Naga Clan took seriously this chance to return to the land?
Fortunately, the rmaid girl, whose thought processes and gait were both full of leaps, finally rembered her mission and introduced herself properly, and I finally learned her na: Isana Curisland Isabella No %￥…*￥%%&* (the rest is omitted… also, I despise the naming conventions of the nobles…). Anyway, let’s just call her Isana for now, and her identity was sowhat beyond my expectations. I originally thought she was just a Naga Noble with a distinguished status whose only advantage was her status. To my surprise, she was also the Chief Court Mage by Aisala’s side; the vase in my impressions turned out to be a flower. This was unexpected. In a way, this unreliable rmaid girl did have the qualifications to serve as a Racial Envoy—if we could ignore her uniquely operating brain.
Not long after the rmaid… the Naga representative arrived, the representative of the Beastman Clan ca within the teleportation range of Divine Island. In fact, they had already arrived and had been staying near Serramo. If possible, they would definitely have been the first batch of Racial Envoys to arrive, but considering the particularities of the Beastman Clan: apart from the mbers of the Horde native to Kalimdor, such as the Tauren and Trolls, the rest were not originally natives of the Azeroth world. As everyone knows, the Beastn were initially invaders who ca to Azeroth from the Drano World through the first opening of the Dark Portal. Therefore, their status was quite awkward; yesterday’s invaders, now turned protectors of the world. This is probably sothing many Azerothians can’t accept—especially the Alliance. Whether it be Humans or Dwarves, it’s unlikely they would take kindly to these green giants who had killed countless of their kin. So we specifically asked Jaina to help, scheduling the Horde Delegation’s arrival a bit later, giving us enough ti to use the glory of God to… well, let put it plainly: to get those restless Alliance mbers cald down by the Xyrin Apostles, and after they’ve llowed, let the Beastn make their entrance. That way, even if the two sides don’t get along, it can prevent the hot-headed Alliance from clashing with the Horde.
What relieved was that Jaina’s efforts all this ti seed to be fruitful, or perhaps Sivis’s diplomatic skills were a great help. The Horde envoys showed a lot of understanding for our arrangents, saving a certain utterly bored Queen from a risky plan involving Mind Control and her everyday clamoring to “let take care of them with Mind Control.”
What disappointed was that after the unexpected beautification of the Naga Clan, the Creator God of Azeroth seed to have finally exhausted his already scant aesthetic cells. The ones appearing before were nothing but green giants, big Tauren brothers, or Trolls with leering smiles and bells dangling from their fangs. Not a single Kemonomimi that I fantasized about showed up. It was truly lantable.
Okay, I admit, I’ve gotten a little confused about the concept of ti and space… Should I consider giving Pandora a pair of cute little cat ears in a couple of days? It seems like Xyrin Apostles can change their own forms, right?
No sooner had this idea popped into my head than a dozen aningful gazes ca my way. Lin Xue’s contempt, Qianqian’s threat, Sandora’s consistent amusent, my sister’s helpless gaze, Anwina and Alaya’s puzzlent, and Pandora’s “if my brother is happy, anything goes” look that required ten Chinese characters to explain but that I understood at a glance…
I’m never broadcasting my thoughts again, really…
The Horde Envoy was led by a Beastman nad Gretto Bloodfist, a wise old Beastman who was completely different from the impulsive and rude green giants I had in mind. Upon seeing us, he quickly approached and respectfully bowed, his voice booming: “Horde envoy, Gretto Bloodfist, by order of the Chieftain, I co to pay my respects to the esteed Divine ssenger!”
Look at this quality! Look at this poise! Look at this unassuming aura! I’m talking about the fish tail that has been wandering around since the beginning, trying to lure Dingdang away—can’t you learn a bit from them? At least show so concern for your surroundings, you salty creature!
The appearance of the Horde’s Envoy shifted the attention of the Alliance representatives, but thankfully, they contained themselves and didn’t engage in any actions that would give a headache or get Pandora excited. They even gave a slight noble’s bow towards us—it seems that Alliance’s leaders really did thoroughly brief their envoys before departure.
Not long after the Horde’s envoy arrived, the delegation of the Night Elves finally made their tardy entrance.
Unfortunately, what appeared before was not Sister White Tiger but a muscular dark Night Elf man with demon runes on his face, brows nearly forming two parallel lines with his ears, and a whole head taller than . His na seed to be Aiken Lujiao or sothing like that, rumored to be a Great Druid second in power and prestige only to Fandar Elk Horn. Honestly, I was quite curious to see how this uncle could “pop” into a bear or a panther, but obviously, the conditions weren’t suitable…
While the relationship between the Dark Night Elves and the Beastn couldn’t be called good—as there had been intense friction between the two races from the beginning and their hatred was accumulated through countless bloodshed—fortunately, Jaina’s efforts were effective. Along with the God and Scamr duo, Dingdang, and Lin Xue, these Dark Night Elves didn’t show any hostility towards the Beastman representatives. Of course, it also couldn’t be called friendly.
Everything was just as Lin Xue had analyzed; the resentnt between the races was deep as the sea, and even though they had ford a temporary alliance, they could hardly be considered united.
Just at that mont, a long-awaited voice finally ca from above Bubble Tower:
“The Envoy of the Forgotten is approaching Divine Island, preparing for reception…”
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