Chapter 166: Chapter 166 Offbeat Version……
Jaina was very curious about what the “god” who had dropped from the sky really wanted to do. Frankly speaking, the way the other party made an entrance was indeed very cool, but such a cool entrance was followed by this inexplicable quietness, which was truly puzzling. And for some reason, Jaina felt a cold wind whooshing by at the scene…
Look, a woman’s intuition is always the most irrational.
Of course, even though they were very curious, no one at the scene dared to step forward to check out the situation. But that didn’t rule out the possibility that they had already started thinking, “Was that brother just now kicked down by his own people?” And if I didn’t come up with a way to dig myself out soon, that kind of speculation would only extend further…
Fortunately, at this moment, my older sister finally remembered to cover for me. In front of Jaina and the others, warrior after warrior, each with flames sprouting from their backs (single-person jet flight devices) and donning strange armor, descended from the “Divine Warship” and quickly assembled on the open ground in front. And the leader of these Fire Wings Soldiers—was actually an Angel!
Alaya’s arrival inevitably attracted everyone’s attention to the point where Jaina focused all her attention on the Angel Sister, failing to notice the suspicious human wall the Fire Wings Soldiers were forming. To quote Miss Lin later: A holy and beautiful Angel Sister was obviously much more eye-catching than a man posing in a tin can…
While the Angel Sister led the landing and covering squad to block everyone’s view, Sandora, Qianqian, my older sister, and Pandora had quietly landed where I had crashed. The four beauties looked dumbfounded at Chen Someone, who was almost entirely embedded in the ground and couldn’t move due to his armor. Then they collectively had a stunned look…
Four Engineer Shovels flew up and down as the beauties started—digging!
Hey, hey, hey! Be careful, this is a living person, you know! Qianqian, did you really hit my head just because your hand slipped? And sister, there’s no dirt there anymore, right? Why are you still poking around on me? At least my darling Pandora is being good… Eh? Are you sure you want to use a Particle Cannon to “help” me dig? Aren’t you always on your brother’s side? And Sandora… I was wrong, I was really wrong… Please change your claws back… I could deal with an Engineer Shovel, but this armor is just for showing off and can’t withstand your black flame’s corrosion…
I’m guilty, I repent, I’ll never show off again…
The rest I won’t mention, bringing it up just brings tears. In summary, after practical reeducation by the beautiful ladies, I deeply realized the terrible nature of my showing off this time. And after enduring the humanitarian physical education, I was finally… dug out.
I could almost hear the arrogant laughter of a certain Prophet in the spaceship above; that damn girl must have known all along, she just didn’t say it!
Regardless, under the cover of the Xyrin Soldiers, Someone managed to avoid total embarrassment in front of the Otherworldly People. When the strange warriors in front of Jaina stepped aside to make way, she saw the leader of the “Divine Race,” fully donned in Heavy Armor, walking towards her with four girls in silver battle attire.
Due to Alaya’s entrance, Jaina had come to believe in their Divine Race identity. Even if they were not the “orthodox Divine Race” from Azeroth’s legends, they could still be regarded as gods from the Otherworld—although she had yet to see them demonstrate their power, Jaina opted for the attitude that it’s better to believe in something than to disbelieve it without proof, and so she now treated them as members of the Divine Race.
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“And there are children?” Jaina suddenly noticed that their group even included a Little Loli who looked to be about twelve or thirteen years old, and she couldn’t help but feel quite surprised. But once she thought of their “Divine Race status,” she quickly found the answer: In the face of such beings with eternal lives, she really shouldn’t judge their age in such a one-sided manner.
Then she thought again, many of the gods in human legends have the image of old men with white beards and hair—could this image be a misunderstanding? Or perhaps, was such an image of the Heavenly God entirely fabricated by humans, because, after all, as immortal beings, they don’t age.
It could be just little girl who appeared to be no older than twelve or thirteen years old; she might be a Goddess as ancient as the Azeroth continent itself…
But that’s not entirely correct either. The Divine Race certainly has the ability to maintain eternal youth, but that doesn’t mean that all the images of gods in human legends are made up; maybe the Divine Race’s aesthetic is different from that of humans? It might also be possible that they like to dress up as old folks themselves, right?
Hmm, and furthermore, in Ancient Times, the gods did appear before mortals. Back then, the gods seemed to choose a venerable, if not elderly, image—so why was that, I wonder…
“Cough cough… Excuse me…”
Who is it? Can’t you see I’m deep in thought here? Seriously, you’ve completely broken my train of thought… Oh, speaking of the image of an elder, this kind of look really does help build trust. Just like Master Victor, he isn’t the strongest in the mage team, but he has the longest beard… Hm, seems I’ve thought too much about it. However, this also proves that sometimes image…
Ah, come on, interrupted again. Where was I? Oh right, Victor’s beard. Speaking of beards, the first thing that comes to mind is definitely Dwarves. The Alliance Army has no shortage of Dwarves, and most of them are blacksmiths. I heard that these blacksmiths, who cherish their beards greatly, have even developed a special potion to apply to their beards to prevent them from getting singed during forging. What was it called again? Something like fire-resistant potion…
Speaking of potions, in Alchemy…
Except for Jaina, who was completely hypnotized by her own wild thoughts, everyone present maintained an awkward, stunned expression. A cold, desolate breeze swept through, and the crowd was petrified by the countless…
“This… could you explain?” In the end, I could only suppress the veins popping on my forehead and ask an old man nearby who seemed very prestigious and, more importantly, had a very long beard.
“This… This is a very rare occurrence. Lord Jaina occasionally… falls deep into thought… This time seems to be especially… We hope you understand…”
“Very well…” I took a deep breath and then relaxed, relaxed… damn it!
They say face-to-face interaction is the most powerful weapon against idol worship. Today, I’ve seen it firsthand. Now I’m done for. My beloved Sister Ji, your radiant image can now only live on as a beautiful memory in my mind, replaced by a scatterbrained girl who could get sucked into her own fantasy space even in such a grand setting. This is great, really… At the very least, I suddenly feel that the unfortunate incident of me getting dumped into the ground earlier is nothing compared to now. It’s just a passing cloud, a passing cloud…
The real Jaina was a character much more surprising than I expected, but then again, upon reflection, it’s not so hard to accept. Icons, heroes, a major reason they are revered by the public is precisely their aura of mystique. We don’t know much about them, we only see their shining side presented to the public, which is why they seem so unreachable. But in close contact… isn’t that just the way it is? They are people too, of course, they have many ordinary human traits. It’s just that placed upon their special status, these traits seem unimaginable. Like Sandora mentioned, the cheap father she found, the King of Liska Kingdom—a figure of high and mysterious stature to many. But who would imagine that the old King would have a quirky habit of talking to his cat every night?
There are too many such examples; I won’t even get into the distant ones. Recently, as part of this group of leaders, generals, angels, and such great figures, aren’t there plenty of moments they are off the rails too?
Even if they are truly divine, they are bound to have eccentricities that mortals wouldn’t expect. For example, the little Life Woman who is currently hiding in my pocket, gnawing on a Sugar Ball with noisy munches… Damn it! Little thing, you’re sneaking candy in my clothes again! Can you do my laundry for me? Damn… I shouldn’t have worn such heavy armor; now I’ve got no way to deal with Dingdang, the Little One hiding inside…
Fortunately, the awkwardness didn’t last long as Jaina finally snapped back to reality in a timely manner.
“Oh! I am so terribly sorry,” Seeing each of us looking speechless, and even Master Victor beside her had a defeated expression, Jaina realized her old problem had popped up again, “I…”
“No worries,” I immediately put on a magnanimous wave of my hand, showing that I really didn’t mind at all, “I’m used to it…”
Really, I am used to it. I’ve grown accustomed to the fact that every great figure around me is more abnormal than the last. In comparison, a scatterbrained version of Jaina is just too normal…