Titan Dawn

"Well! The silver and white league camp is so lively? I knew I would have come here earlier, haha!"

A vulgar roar came from not far away, and nearby adventurers turned around to look at it, then throbbed, and consciously gave way.

"Oscar the King of Adventurers! God ... Lord Oscar, are you coming to the Silver League?"

Oscar wore a pair of heavy black armor with engravings on his shoulders. . . Ok. . . Are those two fat buns?

Mr. Armored Fighter Fat Worm still followed his master tightly, advancing arch by arch on the ground, setting off a small dust.

"Is n’t it possible for me to participate! The reward is so generous, you ca n’t be seen as a laozi? And the Lich King raised by the stepmother, Laozi must be the first to rush to kill him!"

Oscar stood in the middle of the crowd of adventurers, yelling with a waving arm.

"Where is the registration point? Where is the tavern? Don't tell me Tirion has forgotten to build a tavern!"

So led by a large group of adventurers, Oscar came to the registration tent of the Silver League.

An enchanting and **** female priest stepped out of the tent, and carved a pair of angel-style feather wings on the top of the white staff in her hand.

"Oh, Tirion has a lot of beauties here, why have I never seen this good sister?"

Oscar's words immediately drew laughter from adventurers.

"Sir, go show your charm, let's see! Haha ..."

Oscar patted the breastplate immediately, "Wait, look forward to it, and let you younger adventurers know the style of the Fat Lord!"

"Okay, Your Excellency Oscar!"

Oscar strode up with his thick short legs and came to the human female priest who was facing away from him and untied his mount rope.

Snapped!

A crisp, loud sound spread through the area around the tent.

The adventurers seemed to be petrified collectively, stunned in situ, staring at the big watery eyes, their faces were incredible.

Nima! Silver Priest Paltris!

One of the examiners for the championship trial!

It's over!

The female priest who slapped her buttress inexplicably turned around immediately, staring fiercely at the dwarf death knight in front of him.

"Hello lady, I'm Oscar Flash Diamond. May I ask if you have time to go with me to a nobody's tent ..."

boom!

Before we finish, a torrent of holy light screams and rushes directly on Oscar. The dwarf immediately soars in the blue sky like a free-flying bird, and then crashes to the ground ten meters away.

Oh. . . And his trenches. . .

"Asshole! You ruined my good soup! You lose money for me !!!"

Oscar crawled up, and was immediately dragged by a fat creature.

Turn your head around, oops! Panda Man!

Lao Chen stared angrily at the dead dwarf in front of him. He managed to boil for more than an hour, and the broth that was ready to be sold out was ruined by the dead dwarf and his fat.

After a while. . .

In the main account, Tirion Fortin's face hurt.

"You said ... that fat lord Oscar, blatantly hooligans, patted your ass?"

The silver priest Paltris immediately nodded fiercely, her face flushed.

"Yes, Lord, I strongly demand that you severely punish the dead dwarf! He is the shame of Ironforge!"

Tirion rubbed his brows and shook his head with a grin.

This Oscar was really uneasy, he now believes that this dwarf has really plucked the wings of death.

"Relax, Lord Partris, I'll talk to him seriously."

At this time, there was a lively cheering outside the camp, Tirion and Paltris stepped out of the camp curiously, and immediately saw a huge banner hanging on the wall of the trial site not far away.

"The superstar runs around the world with daughter-in-law, Northrend."

"The goblins ... really want to earn every gold coin in our pockets ..." Tirion shook his head, and then found that the silver priest Paltris was gone, and this beautiful priest was trotting along Head to the performance venue.

Ok. . . Another avid **** female fan.

The mermaid's mermaid show has spread all over Azeroth. Everyone loves this adorable little mermaid and his various interesting outfits.

Such as Benboer growl, Benboer Lidan. . .

Ok. . . There are still two people who don't like it. . .

The performance venue has been crowded, and it is fully seated.

The silver priest Paltris was a little worried. She arrived late and didn't get a seat.

"Ma'am, it seems you need help, and the Oscar Justice is happy to help you, as long as you wait for me to find a nobody's tent ..."

"Just one more word, I'll let the light purify you!" Paltris lifted her staff and slammed against the ghostly dead dwarf.

Partris still accepted the seats offered by Oscar.

Although the dead dwarf was eloquent and rude, he was still not bad at heart. Partridge knew a lot about the fat lord's deeds.

"Well, Ms. Partris, let's change the way. Do you have time to have dinner with me?"

Oscar sat in the seat beside Paltris, unswervingly.

Paltris sighed heavily, a bit helpless.

"Okay, okay, I promised you to have dinner with you. Are you satisfied, Dear Fat Lord? Can you focus on watching the show now?"

Oscar blew a whistle and glanced proudly at the adventurers behind him.

"Lord Oscar, your stalwart essence, we admire!"

On the performance field, Benbo's son-in-law has begun to run around the field quickly, wearing a black robe decorated with feathers ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Holding a long wooden stick with a chicken leg on the top, and a cute hair in his mouth The scream of Meng Lala Lala.

"Come on, Ben Boer, Devin, you are the Guardian of the Murloc! Defeat those Murloc Demon!"

Eastern Kingdom Continent, Karazhan Tower.

"No one can manage that abominable black cord! And his stupid fisherman!"

Medivh waved the legendary staff of Etiyes * Guardian, commonly known as a chicken thigh, and frozen the TV in front of him into an ice cube.

Merry Winterwind looked up from her experiment and looked at her old friend with contempt.

"Save it. When the mermaid played Illidan and Hellscream, some time ago you were happier than anyone else."

Northrend Continental, Silver League Camp, Central Tavern.

The silver priest, Partris, was teased by Oscar's adventurer jokes and kept laughing.

"A few more, I think I can forgive you for being rude during the day."

Oscar shook her head proudly, "Don't worry about those jokes, I'll tell you about the adventures you once had, this is the unique top secret adventure of Fat Lord!"

"I've always been very curious, the story between you and your dust messenger."

"Ah! This is a wonderful and exciting adventure, waiter! Two more glasses of Thunder Ale!"

As Hu Feng left Azeroth and headed to the Outland to wait for the Fel Warships to arrive, the northern expeditions continued their busy life.

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