There is a truth that people like gossip more than war.
World of Azeroth There is no shortage of wars, but gossip makers have always been very rare.
In addition to Titan Divine Venerable Sargeras who occasionally gives everyone some surprises, the biggest gossip maker at present is undoubtedly Sun King Kael'thas of Quel'Thalas.
An extremely explosive news suddenly spread all over the country, making people everywhere Azeroth burst into joy. News media from all sides rushed to report it, and the limelight temporarily overshadowed the raging Northern Expedition that was being fought.
Sun King Kael'thas is getting engaged to his incarnation of Holy Well, Anveena!
Oh my God!
Kael'thas lived up to expectations and finally fulfilled the title given to him by Titan Divine Venerable: The Man of Rijing.
Rijing dripping man, you are mighty and majestic, running and dripping toothpicks stir up the big vat... Ahem... Start over.
In short, they are about to get engaged on the golden beach of Eversong Woods, and then they will officially get married in a while.
As for the attitude of High Elvess... Well, they are also happy to hear it.
Now everyone has looked away from the useless existence of Sunwell.
Anyway, the supply of mana is now extremely sufficient. Not to mention the dozen large Manaforge in the Outland the Storm Peaks area, the pure mana produced every day is too much to be used up. The Dawn Divine Power crystals that are now everywhere in the country are enough for High Elves people's daily splurge.
so... If Sunwell can't be found, we can't find it back. For the love of our beloved Sun King Kael'thas, we don't want this symbolic holy place!
For the generosity of his own people, Kael'thas was even more grateful to go on stage and deliver a speech. Finally, he and Anveena bowed deeply to the High Elves people in the audience, and almost shouted, "Hold on, old guys!"
Then the matter was settled, and High Elves began to prepare for Sun King's engagement ceremony.
Of course, considering that all the forces in the world are on the Northern Expedition, and the boxing fight with Lich King is in full swing, Kael'thas did not invite anyone to the engagement ceremony this time, and just closed the door and had fun by himself.
But there are a large number of people who come uninvited. They are World of Azeroth, a newly emerging profession: journalists.
This group of reporters from all over the world and major media flocked to Silvermoon City, waiting to interview Kael'thas and Man of the Sunwell every day.
"Hello everyone, I am the special reporter of Goodnight Horde, Louis *Peer Armor. Behind us now is Silvermoon Royal Court of High Elves. In a few days, Sun King Kael'thas will hold an engagement ceremony with High Elves's Holy Well incarnation Anveena... Ah! Sun King is out! Your Majesty Kael'thas, please accept an interview!"
"Your Majesty Kael'thas! I am a reporter from Stormwind City Royal Television. Please express your thoughts. What is your attitude towards marrying Ms. Anveena?"
"Your Majesty Sun King! Your Majesty Sun King! I am reporter Gnomeregan Artisan Television. I would like to ask if there will be a nightlife between you and Ms. Anveena... Ahhhh! Let me go!"
Before the dwarf reporter, who was jumping up and down, could finish speaking, he was dragged down by the royal Spellbreakers guards guarding the side.
"There's nothing wrong with you guys, this is Sun King Kael'thas. As per the old rules, if you give me a reward of one thousand gold coins, I will go up and ask His Majesty Sun King some sensitive questions... Ah! Thank you Stormwind City's Onyxia Black Dragon sister for the five thousand gold coins! I'll go up and ask!"
An elite thief was holding a video crystal during a live broadcast around the world. At this moment, he disappeared and moved towards Kael'thas.
"Your Majesty Kael'thas, when you and Ms. Anveena are usually together, do you prefer to use your current incarnation state, or do you prefer to let Ms. Anveena return to her original state?"
A soft whisper rang in Kael'thas's ears. Sun King was stunned for a moment, and then blasted out with an instant Pyroblast backhand.
The elite thief immediately screamed and was blown away, and the screen was filled with boos in the image crystal.
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Kalimdor Continent, Orgrimmar, Chieftain's Hall.
Thrall Great Chief is sitting on the throne, staring at the TV screen in front of him with relish.
Taretha walked down from the chief's private area on the second floor and glanced at the bad program Thrall was watching.
"Are they really engaged? I'm so envious... Also, how many times have I told you not to watch the live broadcasts of those wretched thieves, and that Black Dragon Princess Onyxia who speaks vulgar and obscene language every day, and you will follow suit!"
Thrall groaned, immediately changed the channel, and started watching his own father Durotan's program channel, and suddenly felt bored.
"But that live broadcast is indeed more interesting. I really don't want to watch my father's Durotar Wild Boar Farming program!"
On the TV, it was a wild boar farm of Durotar, and the predecessor Great Chief Durotan was standing in the middle of a large group of wild boars and talking non-stop.
"Everyone, remember, after the sow is in heat, the above care method is the most correct. Those Alliance farmers don't understand the essence of raising wild boars at all! It's a miracle that all their wild boars are not dead yet!"
Change the channel...
"You will win if you love to work hard~~~" King Varian was showing off his singing voice. Prince Anduin next to him looked at a loss as he watched his own father perform his talent in public.
Change the channel...
"Waaagh!!! Waaagh!!! Waaaaaaaagh! Oh my god!!! Oh my god where are you!!!"
I don't know why, it's probably because the signal is not very stable, and I received the signal from Green Skins inexplicably.
Finally, I switched back to the channel Heklar Consortium, where a fish-man show that has become extremely popular recently is being staged.
Heklar Consortium got a batch of murloc eggs from somewhere, and after successfully hatching, he packaged them into a group of cute creatures.
The chief performer is a little white fishman named Mr. Bubbles. His two big watery eyes instantly killed countless female viewers.
"Look, this is the famous Mr. Roar Iron Horde, hahahaha..."
In the show, Mr. Bubbles wore a full set of decorative props, a ponytail wig on his head, and held a wooden toy ax in his hand, making a "wow-la-la-la-la" sound.
Thrall immediately laughed heartlessly.
Northrend Continent, on the dark night Floating Island.
Grom*Hellscream stared at the fishman Cos himself on the screen with a livid face.
"Heklar! I'm going to kill you! And that fish-man! I... ahhahahaha..."
Before Grom finished speaking, he saw that the decoration of Mr. Bubbles had changed again.
"Next one, Demon Hunter Mr. Illidan!"
Mr. Bubbles's eyes were tied with a black cloth belt, and he held a pair of green plastic crescent knives in his hands, with two black devil wings glued to his back.
Outland, Shadowmoon Citadel.
"Don't stop me! I want to go back to Azeroth and kill all those daring Goblinss!"
Illidan stood up from the TV, picked up Warglaives of Azzinoth beside him and rushed out.
"Shut up and sit down! It's just a TV show, don't be embarrassed!"
Maiev stopped the impulsive Illidan with contempt on his face.
"You stupid woman, that fish-man is not you in disguise, of course it doesn't matter to you!"
"What did you say! Say it again!"
The Northern Expedition was in full swing, but World of Azeroth's entertainment life was even more intense.
Unknowingly, the world has completed the process of information integration in a subtle way.
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