: Section 64: Integration of Information 1

There is a truth that says: people prefer gossip to war.
The world of Azeroth has never lacked war, but qualified gossip makers have always been very scarce.
In addition to the occasional surprise of the Titan deity Sarodar, the biggest gossip maker is Quel'Thalas's Sun King Kael'thas.
A very big and powerful news suddenly spread across the rivers and north and south, making the people of Azeroth all over the world like it. The news media from all sides are competing to report, and the limelight completely overwhelmed the fierce Northern War.
His Majesty the Sun King Kael'thas, he is finally going to get engaged to Anvina, the incarnation of his holy well!
Damn it!
Kael'thas, a young man who lived up to the expectations, moved forward steadily, and now finally satisfies the supreme glorious title bestowed on him by Titan Divine: the man of Rijing.
Hirai man, you are powerful and majestic, Mercedes-Benz drops the toothpick to stir the big cylinder. . .
Social society can't afford it.
All in all, the couple is about to get engaged on the beautiful golden beach of Yongge Forest, and they will get married in a while.
As for the attitude of the high elves. . . Well, they are also happy to see.
Everyone is now looking at the tasteless existence of Sunwell.
Oops, anyway, the mana supply is extremely sufficient anyway. Not to mention the dozens of large mana furnaces in the Netherstorm region of the Outer World, the pure mana produced every day is too much to use.
With the crystal of dawn power that is now everywhere in the country, it is completely enough for the high-level elves to squander.
and so. . . If you ca n’t find the Sunwell, you wo n’t be able to come back. It does n’t matter. For the good love of our beloved Sun King, His Kasers, we do n’t want this symbolic holy place!
As for the generosity of his own people, Kael'thas was very grateful to give a speech in person. Finally, he took An Weina and bowed deeply to the high elves eating melons under the stage. Shout the last sentence, "Tie the old irons."
Then the matter was settled in this way, and Quel'Thalas officially began preparing his engagement ceremony for His Majesty the Sun King.
Of course, considering that the major camps in the world are currently in the Northern Expedition, and the Lich King is fighting with boxing, so this engagement ceremony, Kaelzas did not invite anyone, just closed the door to play by himself. .
But there are still a large number of uninvited people, they are a new profession emerging in the world of Azeroth: journalists.
This group of journalists from all over the world and major media ran faster than Hong Kong. . . Cough, in short, a swarm of bees rushed to Silvermoon City, waiting every day to interview Kael'thas, the man of Niki.
"Hello everyone, I am a special correspondent of the Good Night Tribe, Louis Sunder Armor. Now we are behind the Silver Moon Court of the High Elves. A few days later, the Sun King Kael'thas will become An Wei with the Holy Spirit of the High Elves Na held an engagement ceremony, which would be generated inside Quel'Thalas ... Ah! The Sun King is out! Your Majesty Kael'thas, please accept an interview from the tribe! "
"Your Majesty Kael'thas! I am a reporter from the Royal Television of Stormwind City. Please express your thoughts. What attitude and mentality are you in and choose to combine with Ms. An Wei Na?"
"Your Majesty the Sun! Your Majesty the Sun! I am a special reporter at Gnomeregan Artisan Television. Will you and Ms. An Wei Na have any private nightlife ... ahhhh, let me go!"
The dwarf reporter who jumped up and down was dragged down by the Royal Spellbreaker Guard who was guarding the side before he finished.
"My buddies are fine, this is the Sun King Kael'thas, old rules, rewarding a thousand gold coins, I will go up and ask some sensitive questions of His Majesty the Sun King ... Ah! Thanks to Onick from Stormwind City The five thousand gold coins rewarded by Sia Black Dragon Sister, I'll go and ask! "
An elite thief is holding a video crystal in his hand for live broadcast all over the world. At this moment he has disappeared and moved secretly towards Kael'thas.
"Your Majesty Kael'thas, when you and Ms. An Weina usually do that, do you like to use your current incarnation, or do you like to restore Ms. An Weina to its original state? Oh, I mean, the shape of the Sunwell Will it give you a different kind of stimulation? "
A soft whisper suddenly sounded in Kael'thas' ear. The Sun King froze for a moment, and then his backhand was an instant blast.
The elite thieves immediately shouted that they were flying away from the far away, and the screen crystal suddenly shuffled.
Kalimdor continent, tribal capital Orgrimmar, chiefs hall.
Chief Thrall is sitting on the throne, staring at the TV screen in front with interest.
After a footstep, Taresa stepped down from the chief's private area on the second floor and glanced at the bad program Thrall was watching.
"Are they really engaged? Really envious ... Also, I tell you how many times, don't watch the live broadcast of those thieves, and that black dragon princess Onyxia, every day speak some vulgar language, you You will learn badly! Do n’t watch!

Thrall snorted and immediately changed channels, starting to watch his own father Durotan's exclusive program channel, and suddenly felt dull and boring.
"But that live broadcast is indeed more interesting. I really don't want to watch my father's Durotar wild boar breeding program." Thrall frowned.
On TV, it is a large wild boar farm in the Durotar region. The former chieftain, Durotan, is standing amongst a large group of wild boars.
"Everyone remember, after the sow is in heat, the above-mentioned care method is the most correct. The group of farmers in the alliance, they don't understand the essence of raising wild boars, their piglets have not died yet. A miracle! "
Change channel. . .
"Three points are doomed, seven points depends on hard work, love will win only ~~~ I hate tribes most!"
Varian's brother is singing a big song, and Andu is overwhelmed by the little prince's face, watching his dear father perform talent in public.
Change channel. . .
"Waaagh !!! Waaagh !!! Waaaaaaaagh! Brother !!!!!! Where are you !!!!!!"
Somehow, it is estimated that the signal is not stable, and somehow received the signal from the green skin.
In the end, Thrall returned to the official channel of the Hessian chaebol, where a very popular murloc show is being staged.
The Goblin profiteers of Heisuo Caichai didn't know where to get a batch of murloc eggs, and after successful hatching, they packed them into a group of lovely cute goods.
The chief man is a white little murloc named Benbo Erba. Two big watery eyes instantly kill countless female audiences.
"Look, this is the famous roar of the iron tribe, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hiccup ..."
In the show, Benbo Erba wore a special decorative prop, with a ponytail wig on the fish head, holding a wooden toy tomahawk in his hand, and made a sound of "Whoo La La La".
Thrall laughed immediately without conscience.
Northrend mainland, floating island in the night.
Grom Hell growled and stared at the murloc himself on the screen.
"Heisuo! You goblin! I'm going to kill you! And the murloc! I ... ah ha ha ha burp."
Before Grom finished, he saw Benbo Ba's decoration changed again.
"The next, the most powerful demon hunter, rushes to Lidan!"
A wave of black cloth was attached to Benbo's eyes ~ EbookFREE.me ~ A pair of dark green plastic crescent warriors were held in his hand, and a pair of black demon wings were stuck on the back.
Outer world, dark temple.
"Don't stop me! I'm going back to the world of Azeroth and killing all the courageous goblins!"
Illidan stood up in front of the TV, picked up the double-edged Azzinoth and rushed out.
"Shut up and sit down! It's just a TV show, not a shame!"
Maiev stopped the impulsive Illidan and looked down with contempt.
"You stupid woman, the murloc is not you, you certainly don't care!"
"What do you say! You say it again!"
The war of Northern Expedition is in full swing, but the entertainment life of Azeroth is even more heated.
Unconsciously, the world has subtlely completed the process of information integration.