Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1412 45. The idiot Little Xingxing stopped writing books and played platforms instead

That night, the Foxman bonfire party held outside the Akunda Temple was very lively.

All the fox tribes in the entire Wharton Desert sent envoys to participate. According to Yudora, it was because the fox people felt that it was not a problem for their civilization to continue to be scattered like this. In addition, Yudora brought a lot of fox tribes. Fellow human beings go to the sea to do business as pirates, bringing the always closed society of fox people into line with the outside world.

After realizing that most civilizations have their own leaders, the Vulpera tribe thought together that they should also have a nominal leader.

This led to the tribal election of the "King of the Foxman" at the bonfire meeting.

Of course, the King of the Vultures sounds majestic, but in the eyes of outsiders like Bu Laike, Fenner, and Little Xingxing who have seen the world, they are just a grassroots team.

The foxes are few in number, and they only thrive in the Wharton Desert.

Moreover, the fox people have a tradition of "separating families". Once the number of tribes exceeds 200, they will be divided into smaller tribes, which is convenient for the patriarch to manage and can also reduce the material pressure of a tribe living in the desert.

Because of this tradition, the total number of nearly a thousand tribes of fox people, or "caravans", is less than 200,000. It is really a "pocket" civilization that cannot be smaller.

They used to live a nomadic life of wandering around in history. Although the tribes are closely related and can only survive in the Wharton Desert, for such a small civilization, it is necessary to elect a leader with great fanfare and create a strict hierarchy. China's political system is real and unnecessary.

Therefore, at the bonfire meeting tonight, the foxes chose the simplest and most convenient "king ceremony".

They vote!

Each small tribe has one "electoral vote", and tribes with more than 100 members have two votes. Each tribe elects a representative, most of whom come personally from the tribal chiefs.

Although this bonfire party was a grass-roots team, it was already considered the largest meeting ever held in the history of the Wharton fox people.

The noisy representatives of nearly a thousand tribes gathered together, some were chatting, some were trading goods, and some were full of anticipation for the lively dinner that would begin after the boring king election meeting.

I heard that the legendary foxman leader Udora, who has become famous in the past two years, has prepared rich food and expensive gifts for all the representatives this time, which made the chiefs of some small tribes look forward to it very much.

As the big bonfire was lit and the flames were soaring into the sky, under the watchful eye and witness of Akunda the large lizard who was specially invited, the noisy fox tribe representatives stepped forward one by one and threw away the tickets in their hands. In a vat that the foxes use to collect supplies.

These little foxes were laughing and joking, as if they were playing a game.

They lined up around the big bonfire, and the elongated shadows were connected together on the ground, and some vultures held the meat in their hands and threw out their tickets while eating.

Fenna clutched her stomach and laughed while watching this scene, and Little Xingxing also smiled. This was really the simplest and most fun "king election" they had ever seen.

Behind Little Xingxing, her clerk, Miss Millie, wrote vigorously, using her superb literary style to help His Highness Little Xingxing record this rather exotic scene.

She wrote in her notebook:

"This is the second night of my trip to the Great Desert of Wharton with His Royal Highness Little Star, and I have the honor to witness the lovely local foxes conduct their first leader election in their history.

This is all due to the high reputation of His Royal Highness Little Xingxing in various regions of the world, which allowed her to be respected and invited as a guest of honor by the enthusiastic foxes. This allowed a lucky ordinary person like me to witness a historic scene of civilization .

The election ceremony was very simple but revealed a very fair sense of ceremony, and as one of the witnesses, Lord Akunda, the loa god, also expressed great interest in this ceremony.

The scene of this night is definitely an unforgettable adventure for me, but for the well-informed His Royal Highness Little Xingxing, this is just a footnote in her wonderful journey.

Even before the ceremony began, the wise Highness guessed the result of the fox people's king selection with her superb wisdom, and the final facts proved His Highness's foresight.

Undoubtedly, Ms. Eudora, who was favored by His Highness, won four-fifths of the more than 1,500 votes without any effort!

Surrounded by enthusiastic fox people, she was crowned as the "Queen of Fox People" in the witness and blessing of the demigod and His Royal Highness Xiao Xingxing. This is the first king in the history of fox people!

The scene of her coronation moved my whole body.

I can't even stop cheering for her along with those fox people.

It is said that after the coronation ceremony, the brave and wise Queen Eudora will lead her loyal fox people to join the righteous war of the local snake people against the corrupt unbelievers.

I have been honored to be appointed by His Royal Highness Little Star as her observer of this snake-man war. Following the foxes to the battlefield, I will go to the battlefield with my brave companion, my pursuer, the noble knight Max born in North County His Excellency Milan became the eyes of His Royal Highness Little Star, recording and witnessing the decisive battle between darkness and light in the Wharton Desert for her.

His Highness, the great Little Star, always focuses on more important matters, and His Highness, who is wise and peace-loving, has no interest in mortal wars.

She is about to take part in a righteous hunt for a fallen demigod.

And her companions, besides His Royal Highness's most beloved human servant Braike Shaw, are also the great leader from the Kaldorei elves, the legendary chosen one of the moon god, and the righteous and noble watchman Maiev. Ms. Shadow Song!

To be honest, when I saw the legendary Ms. Maiev with my own eyes, I couldn't help being shocked by His Highness Little Star's wide range of friends, but then I was deeply ashamed of my ignorance.

For a perfect and great traveler like His Royal Highness Little Xingxing, isn't it normal to have a few noble friends?

Ah, His Royal Highness Little Xingxing is indeed the common idol of all adventure-loving people.

If you are interested in the exciting process of His Highness Little Star's righteous hunt in the dangerous and dark jungle of Nazmir, I recommend you to buy His Highness's upcoming autobiography "Dawn of the Rescuer: The Blue Dragon, the Moon and the Lost City of Odile" ". "

"vomit"

Miss Millie finished writing tonight's record with enthusiasm, but saw Bo Laike who was hiding in the shadow behind her retching exaggeratedly, and the stinky pirate returned to the little star with a shocked expression,

He gave a thumbs up to the blue dragon princess who was watching, and said:

"You really know how to choose followers. Your clerk bragged about you to the sky in her travel log. Those nasty compliments made me, a pirate who is good at bragging, feel exaggerated. What kind of charm did you use on her? magic?

Hey, there are regulations in every school of magic, it is illegal to use the 'retarded spell' on ordinary people like Millie!

And seriously, are you going to include all these rainbow farts in your already watery autobiography? "

"How could it be? Millie and Maximilian only follow me voluntarily because they admire me. Any charm technique is nonsense!"

Little Xingxing grabbed a handful of camel meat kebabs baked by the troll chef and ate them deliciously. She didn't see the elegance and nobility touted by her followers. She waved her hand and said:

"And I have decided to create a series of travel notes for my followers in addition to my autobiographical series, as a supplement to my autobiographical stories.

Millie is responsible for recording the customs and customs of various places, and Maximilian is going to write knight novels, which he is very good at.

There are always many people questioning my adventures, and now I will use the story of Miss Millie to follow my adventures, and respond to those shameful doubts from a third-party perspective!

I still need to find more story writers to help me improve my adventure story system, otherwise I will be exhausted writing it all by myself. There are so many materials, and I can’t finish writing even if my handwriting is broken.

And what do you say about my autobiography? "

The blue dragon glared at Bo Laike with wide eyes, and she blew her beard and stared and said:

"Those autobiographical stories are all based on your adventures! When you say I am water, don't you mean that your experiences are all made up?

Ok? My dear great pirate Bu Laike, do you think you are a parallel importer? "

"Uh, the angle of your rebuttal is so strange, I have nothing to say."

The stinky pirate rubbed his face and stopped talking. He glanced at the little foxes around the big bonfire who had already begun to carnival under the leadership of Queen Udora. Snapped his fingers and said:

"Let's go, we've had enough fun, we should start. Maiev is still waiting for us in the desert, hurry to Nazmir, and get Sirik's business done before dawn."

"Ha! My Windchaser Sword is already hungry and thirsty!"

As soon as she heard that there was a fight, Fenna cheered immediately. She cleaned up a large skewer of meat in her hand, took out a handkerchief to wipe her pretty face, and carried her weapon bag on her back, excitedly going to join her brother go on an adventure.

But Little Xingxing was still cowardly as always.

Even if she is already very strong, she will still grab the delicious barbecue and ask cautiously:

"That Sirik, I heard it was infected by G'huun? Will it suddenly become very powerful? Going to its territory and fighting it feels very risky, will I get hurt?

How about you go first, I'm going to prepare, and come later? "

"in your dream!"

Without Laike talking, the violent Fenner grabbed Little Star by the collar, lifted her up, knocked her head and shouted:

"You ate so many resources from my stinky brother, but in the end it was still in vain? Why are you so cowardly when you have the body of a demigod? You are the first mate of the Nagfar, bastard!

Give me a little support.

Don't even think about running away if you say anything this time, go! Even if it drags you away, you have to give me a full ride. "

"Cool, that's how it should be!"

Bo Laike gave his violent sister the thumbs up, and the two were soon on their way to the jungles of Nazmir, dragging the squeaking, snarling blue dragon.

After realizing that he couldn't resist, Little Xingxing also gave up resisting.

She honestly transformed into a Thunder Dragon, carrying stinky pirates and stinky warriors, and picked up Maiev, who doesn't like excitement, on the way. The group flew into the dark jungle in less than half an hour. .

And as soon as they entered the jungle, they immediately felt a faint gaze. Apparently, Sirik, the night lord infected by G'huun, is "waiting" here for every prey that steps into the trap.

Speaking of Sirik.

The last time Bo Laike came to Zandalar to find old gang Sandy's Hades, he also got the help of this bat demigod, although at that time the other party was also looking for fun and to add trouble to old Bwonsamdi.

But it does help.

But now they have to hunt it, which makes the pirates feel that their fate is uncertain.

"Get down, I want to find some friends."

The pirate patted Little Xing Xingxing's ferocious dragon horns, and said to her:

"In this land that belongs to the loa and all spirits, we still need to ask loa for help. Fortunately, I have a lot of friends in this place, and everyone knows that you are the mighty Thunder Dragon. Before entering the enemy area, please , Can you take away the bright and dazzling lightning on your body?

What is this doing?

Embolden yourself with these little lightning bolts? little girl? "

"Tch, it's just that I don't want to be messed with, and it makes me feel more secure."

Little Xingxing pursed his lips, put away the lightning lingering on his body, and carried everyone to the dark jungle.

Before falling down, it spewed out a few balls of thunder and dragon's breath, roasting the blood trolls sneaking in the surrounding forest with bone spears to attack them into stinky skewers.

Those servants of G'huun are mad indeed!

They dared to attack a giant dragon, it seems that cultists all over the world are really notoriously brainless.

"Go, give everyone a whole job, turn into a bird or something, and collect some garbage from their corpses."

Bu Laike threw out the little murloc in his arms, and the latter croaked and complained to Bu Laike, then waved his arms triumphantly under the shocked gazes of Fenner and Little Xingxing, and turned into an ugly crow flying out.

This time, fortunately, the little idiot has learned the lesson, and he didn't make a fish-headed crow's coquettish operation.

"How does it turn into magic?"

Little Xingxing said to Bu Laike in surprise:

"Have all your murlocs become druids? Didn't they be murloc hunters before?"

"It's still a murloc hunter."

Bu Laike rubbed his eyes, and glanced at the little murloc. The level 60 tidal murloc hunter entry on the latter's entry, which had not changed for a long time, gave the pirate a headache.

He said:

"That guy's starting point is too low, and his murloc bloodline severely limits his strength growth. It's only a bit stronger after drinking Sefiel and your dragon blood, but it's too difficult to take a step forward. .

It has learned nature magic from the Cenarion druid Imgamgar, which gives it a little more self-preservation.

Alas, I still plan to cultivate a legendary murloc, but it seems like nothing. "

"That's enough!"

Fenna was very unhappy leaning on the Blessed Sword of the Wind Chaser, which was as tall as her, like a sharp tuning fork, entwined with thunder and storm, she complained:

"I haven't seen any murloc as strong as Benboerba, if you really create a legendary murloc, the faces of legendary professionals in the whole world will be dull.

It was like a slap on everyone's face.

The big villain Bu Laike Xiao's murloc pets can all be legendary, and those of you who can't rely on yourself to reach the legend can basically commit suicide in embarrassment."

"Oh, don't scold, don't scold, people are going to be stupid."

As soon as Fenner finished speaking, Little Xingxing covered her face and whispered in shame:

"Didn't I already start working hard? Tired, bastard."

"That's not what I mean, I'm not being okay, I'm just despising you."

Fenna didn't expect that she would "accidentally injure a friendly army" with a casual sentence. She wanted to apologize, but the idiot soldier rolled his eyes, and the righteous little Xingxing said:

"Stand up, you are the Blue Dragon Princess."

Bu Laike ignored the interaction between the two live treasures. After the little murloc picked up trash and set up a shrine, the pirate rubbed his hands together and began to call skillfully again.

A few seconds later, in the rising smoke, the old Gani appeared in the dim jungle with a red hood, worn boots, and a tattered demon eye floating beside him.

It looked left and right, and its eyes lit up when it saw Bu Laike.

The trash god appeared next to the pirate in the form of smoke, and screamed with its long neck:

"Why did you come here!

The sky is going upside down here. Ever since Sirik was infected and went mad, all the loa in this forest have run away. My followers and followers are so frightened that they dare not enter Nazmir to fight for me. Gather trash tributes too.

Hurry up!

Use your invincible dark wits to restore this jungle and this island to what it once was, and I'll hire you this time, Boo Laike.

For my hometown, I also bleed once, you see, this is the precious garbage I just collected, I decided to put it away."

"Don't, don't, don't take it out! I'm not lucky to accept this 'good thing', you can keep it for yourself."

The smelly pirate blinked and hissed loudly:

"You are a god of trash, so don't learn from other people's employment, you can't afford to hire me, but fortunately, you don't need to spend money.

You lucky bastard.

I would like to do something 'free' for my friend.

let's go.

Take us to Sirik's lair, and let us send that wretch to rest. "

(end of this chapter)