: Festival 65: Oscar's Northrend Tour

"Lying trough, the silver and white league camp is so lively? I knew I was coming early, hahaha!"
In front of the registration account of the Silver League, a vulgar roar came from not far away, and the adventurers around them turned their heads to see it, and then there was a commotion, and they automatically gave up a VIP green channel.
"Oscar, the King of Adventurers! God ... Lord Oscar, are you coming to the Silver League?"
Oscar wore a very thick black rune armor, portrayed on the shoulder armor on both sides. . . Ok. . . Are those two maggots?
The armored warfare maggot Mr. Insect is still closely following his master, moving forward arch by arch on the ground, setting off waves of dust.
"Is it possible for Lao Tzu to participate too? The rewards are so generous. You can't see me as a Lao Tzu? There is also the Lich King raised by the stepmother. Lao Tzu must rush to kill him first!"
Oscar stood in the middle of the crowd of adventurers, waving his arms and shouting loudly.
"Where is the registration point? Where is the tavern? Don't tell me that Tirion and the stubborn paladins forgot to build a tavern!"
Surrounded by a large group of adventurers, Oscar came to the registration tent of the Silver League.
Then. . . A whistle sounded.
A hot and human female priest came forward from the tent, holding a white staff in his hand, and a pair of angelic feather wings were carved on the top of the staff.
"Oh, Tirion has a lot of beauties here, this good sister, why haven't I seen it before in the battle of the Scourge? Tirion was hidden in the Light of Hope Chapel, and she was not willing to let her go together to attack Naxxramas? "
Oscar's words immediately drew laughter from the adventurers.
"Your Excellency, go up and show your charm, let us see, haha ​​..."
Oscar immediately patted the breastplate, "Wait, take a look, and let you junior adventurers know about the style of the fat lord."
"Good! Your Excellency Oscar must win!"
Oscar strode up with his short and thick legs, and came to the human female priest who was facing away from him and untied himself from the rope.
Then, Brother Oscar adjusted his clothes and was ready to start licking his sister.
Snapped!
A clear and loud voice spread throughout the area around the tent.
The adventurers who ate melons and watched the drama seemed to be petrified collectively, stunned in place, staring at the watery eyes, their faces full of disbelief.
Lying trough Nima! Silver Priest Paltris!
One of the examiners of the championship trial!
Oops, the calf is over, the calf is over, this time it is really over!
The human female priest whose slap was inexplicably slapped in the buttocks immediately turned around, staring fiercely at the still unconscious dwarf death knight in front of him.
"Hello madam, I am Oscar Flash Diamond, from Ironforge, now living in Stratholme, is a good and motivated death knight lord, do you have time to find a tent with no one with me? One..."
Boom!
Before the dwarf had finished speaking, a torrent of holy light rushed out, directly facing Oscar, and the dwarf immediately soared in the blue sky like a free-flying bird, and then landed a dozen meters away.
Oh. . . Along with his armored maggots, Mr. Fatty said he was innocent.
"Asshole! You ruined my pot of good soup! You lost money for me!"
Oscar climbed up in a hurry, and was immediately caught by a chubby creature.
Turned his head and looked, oh, a pandaren, this is really rare.
Lao Chen glared at the dead dwarf. He finally boiled for more than an hour, and he was about to be able to sell the beautiful soup, which was ruined by the dead dwarf and his disgusting fat maggot.
After a moment. . .
In the main camp, Tirion Fording, Lord of the Holy Light, had a pain in his face.
"You mean ... that fat lord Oscar, he is a hooligan, and ... well, uh ... patted your ass?"
Silver Priest Paltrice nodded fiercely, his face flushed.
"Yes, Lord Lord, I strongly demand that you seriously punish the dead dwarf! He is simply a shame for Ironforge and the Copperbeard tribe!"
Tirion rubbed his brow, shook his head bitterly.
This Oscar really didn't worry, he now finally believes that this dwarf has really turned the wings of death, which is very in line with his style of doing things.
"Please rest assured, Officer Paltrice, I will talk about this matter with him seriously."
At this time, there was a burst of cheering outside the camp. Tirion and Paltres walked out of the camp curiously, and immediately saw a huge banner hung on the wall of the trial field not far away.
"World-class superstar Benbo Ba Ba special tour, Northrend station."
"That group of goblins really wants to earn every gold coin in our pocket."
Tirion shook his head, and then found that the silver priest Paltrice was gone. The beautiful priest was trotting all the way to the performance venue.
Ok. . . Another fanatic female fan.
The rushing Mermaid show has been popular in the world of Azeroth. Everyone loves this cute little murloc and his various interesting dresses.
For example, rushing to roar, rushing to Lidan. . .
Ok. . . In this way, two people still don't like it.
The performance venue is already crowded and completely seated.
Silver priest Paltrice was a little worried. She arrived late and did not get a seat.
"Ma'am, it seems that you need help. Underneath is the Oscar of Justice. I am very happy to help you such a beautiful lady, as long as you wait and I will find a tent with no one ..."
"If you dare to say one more word, I will let the Holy Light purify you!" Paltris raised his staff and slammed the dead dwarf, who was about to smash his dog's head.
In the end, Paltris accepted the seat provided by Oscar.
Although this dead dwarf is full of flowers and vulgar words, his heart is still not bad. After all, he also knows a lot about the legendary deeds of this fat lord.
"Ms. Paltris, let's change the way, do you have time to have dinner with me?"
Oscar sat in the seat next to Paltris, persevering, so deep that she was forced to squeeze the essence of her sister.
Paltris sighed heavily, a little helpless.
"Okay, okay, I promise you to have dinner with you, are you satisfied, Dear Fatty Lord? Can I concentrate on watching the show now?"
Oscar whistled, turned his head and glanced proudly at the adventurers sitting behind.
"Sir Oscar, your stubborn essence, admire the next!"
On the performance field, Benbo Erba has begun to run around the venue quickly, wearing a black robe decorated with feathers, holding a long wooden stick sticking to the top of the chicken leg in his hand, and his mouth is constantly screaming. sound.
"Go! Deborah, you are the guardian of the murloc! Detonate the murloc demons!"

Eastern Kingdom Continent, Karazhan Tower.
"No one can control that abominable black cable! And his stupid murloc!"
Medivh waved the legendary staff of the Etyesh Guardian, commonly known as the chicken drumstick in his hand ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Frozen the TV in front into an ice cube.
Meri Dongfeng raised his head from his own experiment and looked at his old friend contemptuously.
"Save it, when the murloc played Illidan and Hellscream some time ago, you looked happier than anyone else."

Northrend Continent, Silver League Camp, Central Tavern.
Silver priest Paltris was teased by Oscar's adventurers and covered her mouth.
"A few more words, I think I can forgive your rude behavior during the day."
Oscar shook his head proudly, "Don't worry about the jokes, let me tell you about your previous adventures, this is the unique top secret adventure of Lord Fatty!"
"I have always been very curious about the story between you and your messenger of dust."
"Ah! This is an exciting adventure, waiter, two more glasses of thunder ale!"
While boss Hu secretly left the world of Azeroth and went to the outer domain to wait for the arrival of the warship of evil energy, the warriors of the Northern Expeditionary Army also continued their busy life.
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