Xyrin Empire-Chapter 211: Gathering Together (Part 2)

Chapter 211 -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 me, 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 me 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 mean you’ve been eaten by Baobao before? As a Goddess, can’t you be a bit stronger for me? Are you sure you’re of the Divine Race and not some domestic pet that escaped from the Divine Realm!?

At that moment, 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 Messenger, is this your pet?”

Instant silence.

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Actually, I wanted to agree with her, but Dingdang had already loudly protested ahead of me, “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 mermaid girl in front of me suddenly bounded over, her pale purple eyes glittering like the entire Galaxy, “Can I hug her? Can I take her home? 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 some really pretty shells…”

…This Naga Envoy is really something else…

Dingdang gaped, completely dumbfounded, as the mermaid 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 exclaimed, “You… what are you doing! Dingdang really is very powerful; don’t come 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 me, “Ms. Naga— sorry, I mean, Lady Naga, you seem to have forgotten something, right?”

The purple-haired girl blinked her confused eyes, stared at me for a moment, 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 remember anything, then what are you suddenly enlightened about! This world really should be destroyed!

Not just me, 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 Messenger, please forgive me…” Kuran bent forward with difficulty before me. 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 mermaid girl, whose thought processes and gait were both full of leaps, finally remembered her mission and introduced herself properly, and I finally learned her name: 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 somewhat 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 mermaid girl did have the qualifications to serve as a Racial Envoy—if we could ignore her uniquely operating brain.

Not long after the mermaid… the Naga representative arrived, the representative of the Beastman Clan came 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 members 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 Beastmen were initially invaders who came 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 something 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 time to use the glory of God to… well, let me put it plainly: to get those restless Alliance members calmed down by the Xyrin Apostles, and after they’ve mellowed, let the Beastmen 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 me was that Jaina’s efforts all this time seemed to be fruitful, or perhaps Sivis’s diplomatic skills were a great help. The Horde envoys showed a lot of understanding for our arrangements, saving a certain utterly bored Queen from a risky plan involving Mind Control and her everyday clamoring to “let me take care of them with Mind Control.”

What disappointed me was that after the unexpected beautification of the Naga Clan, the Creator God of Azeroth seemed to have finally exhausted his already scant aesthetic cells. The ones appearing before me 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 lamentable.

Okay, I admit, I’ve gotten a little confused about the concept of time 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 meaningful gazes came my way. Lin Xue’s contempt, Qianqian’s threat, Sandora’s consistent amusement, my sister’s helpless gaze, Anwina and Alaya’s puzzlement, 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 named 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 come to pay my respects to the esteemed Divine Messenger!”

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 me since the beginning, trying to lure Dingdang away—can’t you learn a bit from them? At least show some 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 me 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 me 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 me. His name seemed to be Aiken Lujiao or something 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 Beastmen 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 Scammer 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 resentment between the races was deep as the sea, and even though they had formed a temporary alliance, they could hardly be considered united.

Just at that moment, a long-awaited voice finally came from above Bubble Tower:

“The Envoy of the Forgotten is approaching Divine Island, preparing for reception…”