Xyrin Empire-Chapter 188 - : The Bootleggers of Azeroth

Chapter 188: Chapter 188: The Bootleggers of Azeroth

“Don’t block me! I’m going to finish this guy off! I must finish him off!!!”

“Lord Brother… Sicaro has already run away…”

With Alaya’s words, I quickly came back to my senses and looked around, sure enough, apart from a bunch of saints who still hadn’t reacted, where on the docks was that sleazy uncle who had spread his pirated business to Azeroth?

Although I really wanted to throw Sicaro into the Twisted Void for a humane destruction right now, I had to admit that the shameful guy was truly worthy of being known as the most powerful CD peddler in history, a guerilla expert nicknamed ‘the K City City Guard Killer,’ who could slip away from the encirclement of two hundred city guards without a trace. You know, city guards are amongst the most powerful forces in this world; isn’t there a saying, “Give me three thousand city guards, and I can retake Taiwan…”?

Cough cough, I’m getting off-topic again, we’re not here to talk about city guards. Rather, it’s that Sicaro dared to sell discs in Serramo… cough cough! That’s not it either. What we should be considering now is contacting various forces, right? That’s what we should be discussing, right? Why do I keep getting so off-topic? Could it be that the mental shock from that CD peddler with his eternal knightly façade has impacted me so much that I might end up with sequelae? Or should I just throw him into the Ghost Energy Reactor and let him create some unique value?

I was lost in thought when suddenly, a commotion arose nearby. Alaya and I hurried over to see several soaking wet farmers pulling someone up from the sea underneath the dock.

Square face… It’s a square face again…

I saw a burly uncle with a knightly face just like Sicaro’s being awkwardly rescued by the crowd. From his incessant spewing of water, it was clear he had just nearly drowned. An oval-shaped, seemingly 200-pound brother approached with practiced skill and went for a Mount Tai-like strike, and a rainbow-colored geyser shot sky-high from the knight uncle’s mouth…

“What’s going on here?” Even though I had a general idea, I couldn’t help but ask a priestess standing by.

This priestess, dressed in her pure white holy garb, was clearly more interested in the buzz than responding to my questions. After several repeats, she finally reluctantly took her eyes off the knight uncle, laying on the ground performing a human fountain, and turned her face toward me.

“It seems like… Oh! Divine Messenger!”

The priestess turned around, just starting to speak when she immediately saw Angel Sister standing behind me with a calm, serene smile that was actually a daze. She then recognized my identity in association with Angel Sister and couldn’t help but exclaim.

…No help for it, Angel Sister’s three-meter wingspan was just too eye-catching. Meanwhile, except for my title of “Divine Messenger,” everything about me screamed “plainness.” So normally, it was Angel Sister who served as a billboard, and only then would people notice the poor fellow next to her. This is rather sad—especially when I like to think of myself as the protagonist…

And sadder still is to see Passerby A, B, C, D’s faces filled with shock and admiration upon seeing Angel Sister, only to find a Passerby A standing beside her, someone who, from appearance to aura, looked even more ordinary than they did. The expressions that reveal, “Who is this guy, and how dare he stand so boldly behind Lord Angel?” are so demoralizing that I’d rather not dwell on it…

Seeing the crowd of onlookers instantly shift their attention from the human fountain uncle to me and Alaya, I was quite taken aback and somewhat awkwardly said, “It’s okay, it’s okay. You go ahead with your rubbernecking; I just wanted to know what happened here?”

“Noble Divine Messenger,” said the priestess, visibly excited as the one I had personally asked, “This holy knight is Lord Auduo, the captain of the Second Knight Battalion. Lord Auduo set off this morning to the Divine Warship for a holy audience, but clearly, he still failed Your test…”

…Test… Test my foot! You’re all so thrilled to tour my spaceship, and I’m just defending myself. What does that have to do with any test!?

Although I had already declared that there was nothing on the Divine Warship worthy of worship, these Holy Professionals absolutely treated the “Holy Light-filled” warship itself as an object of veneration. Thus, every day, there was an endless stream of people wanting to go on board for a pilgrimage. Considering that, under Bubbles’ soft defense measures, these stubborn folks wouldn’t be injured but definitely couldn’t reach the Faith-class level, I didn’t prevent their impulsive yet adorable actions. Clearly, these devout Holy Professionals also saw their repeated failures as God’s test, so they kept persevering…

Indeed, not only did they persist, but it seemed that this act of pilgrimage had escalated to a form of “self-cultivation” for them…

Looking at Uncle Knight, who was still unconscious and wearing at least two hundred pounds of full steel armor, I felt very conflicted, very conflicted indeed…

Uncle, I admire your determination, thinking to swim dozens of miles in this armor to prove your faith, but what I have to say is… you’re really asking for trouble…

Watching this group of stubborn yet adorable Holy Professionals, I ultimately said with hesitation, “This kind of pilgrimage… let’s just forget it… When the war is over, I’ll leave you all a Great Cathedral, then you can even use Holy Light to illuminate everything if you want…”

The Knight Uncle, who a second ago was performing like a human fountain, immediately leaped up, “Respected Divine Messenger, your grace will shine over the entire Azeroth…”

…Damn! You’re not faking it, are you?

After bidding farewell to these unexpectedly interesting Holy Professionals, I returned to the Faith-class level with Alaya and Anwina to discuss how to connect with all the major races.

Although Lin Xue’s plan was to make every thinking being in Azeroth a part of the Salvation Army, it’s not something that can be accomplished with just a joke. There are so many Wisdom Races in Azeroth, and by Lin Xue’s standards, we would probably have to contact even Half-fishmen, Bear Monsters, Cave Monsters, and even Kobolds—though persuading them would definitely be much easier than aligning with one major Race. However, we simply don’t have the time to waste on a bunch of weak races that have just stepped out of primitive society. Thus, our main target this time will be those stronger Wisdom Races, like the Dark Night Elves, Naga, and Giant Dragons. Besides, if we could win them over, many of the smaller races would also be brought onboard with our cause, as some of the weaker races are already vassals to the larger ones. Half-fishmen, for instance, nearly half of them are slaves to the Naga Clan. There are also some neutral Elemental Beings who might voluntarily help us if those races they are friendly with join the Salvation Army—this knowledge came from Jaina, who as a Great Mage, deals with various Elemental Beings daily, and her understanding of these beings, whose thought processes are entirely different from humans, is certainly not something we laymen clueless about Magic can match.

Besides these powerful races, there was another race that was a focal point of our discussion—Goblins.

This neutral race that seems to show up on every World of Warcraft map is quite distinctive, as they are short and incredibly stubborn—this stubbornness is manifested in two ways—one is a wealth collection urge no weaker than Ding Ling’s, and the other is a mechanical research fervor no less than Lin Xue’s. All in all, it’s akin to a combination of Ding Ling and Lin Xue… ahem, the aforementioned statement is merely the aftereffect of someone’s wild imagination, please kindly disregard it.

After weighing the options, we still decided to slow down the plan to win over Goblins. Firstly, we really couldn’t find any capital to allure them—Xyrin Technology might interest these research fanatics, but clearly, I would absolutely not hand over such important stuff to the Goblins. Secondly, Goblins weren’t of much significance to us; they aren’t strong in combat, nor do they have any significant population advantage. In the world of Azeroth, their only survival trait is technology, but would we really value that?

It was supposed to be a meeting, but actually, the main speakers were Sandora and Lin Xue. One of them, Queen Xyrin, had abundant experience in major battles and a long-term strategic vision, while the other was the initiator of this super plan—naturally, they had the most authority to speak. Qianqian and her sister, although they were Super Ability Users powerful enough that even Leader Level Xyrin Apostles wouldn’t dare confront them casually, were still like ordinary girls most of the time and had no sense of these “big matters.” As for Pandora, this little girl was a classic “big silly soldier.” She was okay with leading a charge but when it came to scheming, she couldn’t compare to my clever and cute Sandora, and the sneaky Demi Immortal Lin Xue next to her (…). As for Angel Sister… her little brain was even simpler than Pandora’s, so also excluded. Dingdang, though revered as a Goddess, but besides happily rolling around the table with a Sugar Ball to lift the spirits, I really didn’t see any signs of visionary thinking from her, also excluded. Then there was Ghost Sister—

A certain glowing body stood respectfully beside the table, holding a tray, almost as if “Waitress Background Character” should be written in bold letters across her face, so passed over as well.

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Oh, and Little Baobao, this little guy preferred to hang around us for fun instead of studying architecture with his mom, and kept excitedly raising his hands with suggestions, but due to language issues, also passed over.

What? Me too? Well, I would love to point to the map and discuss grand strategies like Sandora, but considering that my poor strategic insight has a 99.99% chance of being mercilessly critiqued by Demi Immortal Lin Xue, I decided to just be a qualified spectator and laborer instead…