Panda’s Self-cultivation

?At the beginning, Zuifeng didn't know which time period he came to-only one thing was certain, Zuifeng was still in the Emerald Dream.

Drunk Wind walked aimlessly in the dream of Tanaris 10,000 years ago, carefully sorting out his own experience.

It seems that there is something wrong with Lin Deen, he deceived himself into Tanaris, which is relatively deserted in the Emerald Dream, and now his weakness is estimated to be Lin Deen's handwriting.

The emergence of the eternal dragon is very strange-Nozdormu has said to Drunk Wind before that due to the death of Titan, Azeroth's time has no correct process, because the important part of the correct process is Titan Has fallen.

So Nozdormu didn't get lost because of the future, but became an "omnipotent guardian", helping everywhere.

In this way, it stands to reason that Mznoldo would not appear. Without Mznoldo, what happened to these eternal dragons?

Before Zuifeng could figure it out, he realized that the Emerald Dream was completely different from the one he had seen.

Because at this moment, there is no trace of the Emerald Nightmare in the Emerald Dreamland, and everything is extremely clean.

"In other words, I might be back before the appearance of the Emerald Nightmare? The Emerald Dream was created by N'Zoth with the help of Harves-now I might be back to ten thousand years!"

Drunk Wind had a vague experience at this time, after all, the first meeting with Malfurion showed that he had come 10,000 years ago.

"No wonder Malfurion was certain that I could help purify the Emerald Nightmare." After figuring out his situation, Drunk Wind could only helplessly smile, "I look almost like the spirit of the ancestors, and I can't leave the dream."

What needs to be explained is that although the reality of Azeroth was torn apart by the big explosion of the Well of Eternity, in the Emerald Dream, the entire Azeroth is still one.

The purpose of Drunk Wind is also very clear-to find a place corresponding to the Well of Eternity in reality, where there must be traces of night elves.

Under the influence of Chenguangmai, Drunk Wind was extremely weak. Fortunately, there was no nightmare in the Emerald Dream at this time, which made it difficult for him to come to Val'sharah in the dream.

"Thank God!" When Drunken Wind returned to see the first druid ten thousand years ago, he sighed.

Unfortunately, when the druid saw him, he was not very friendly.

"Who are you? Are you a descendant of Ursoc?"

"What?" Drunk Feng was a little dazed, "Do I look so like a furbolg?"

"You night elves don't even know your allies? I am a Pandaren!"

"Pandamen?" The tall druid on the opposite side took a close look at the drunk wind. "Sorry, the pandamen have not been with us for a long time-although they said that magic cannot be abused, I agree, but according to me There are no druids in the pandas."

"You know the Pandaren? That's great." Zuifeng is very happy to have a guy who seems to be reliable as a guide, "I am not a druid, I am a monk-the reason I came here is very It's complicated, you need to tell your leader, can you take me to Cenarius?"

"No problem." The druid nodded, "but Master Cenarius is a little busy, and the second batch of druids he taught himself will soon graduate."

"The second batch of druids?" Drunk Wind raised his eyebrows. "That means Malfurion has become a druid, right?"

"Do you know my teacher?" The night elf in front of him suddenly became friendly. "That's great. My name is Fandral, Fandral Staghelm."

Drunk Wind realized why the guy in front of him seemed so familiar—Fandral was a famous tall man among the night elves, and his sturdy body was more like a tauren than a night elf.

"His Deer Helmet, take the liberty to ask if you can take me to your teacher?"

"No, no, don't call me your lord, just call me Stag Helmet!" As Drunk Wind mentioned his respected teacher, Fandral became familiar with himself, "I will take you to my teacher now ——I hope he is still in a dream. After all, the outside is not very peaceful recently. If the teacher didn’t allow me, I might want to go out and have a look.

"Isn't it calm..." Zuifeng thought to himself, "Could it be that the upper elves have begun to summon demons?"

But Fandral apparently practiced in the Emerald Dream for a long time. Most of the information he knew came from the druid apprentices who later entered the dream. In these fragmentary words, the drunk wind can draw useful There is really not much news-he did not expect that the tall and serious Fandral Staghelm is a frenzied gossip party!

"Did you know that my uncle likes my mother—he is my teacher's younger brother!"

"It's a pity that my mother-in-law doesn't seem to like my uncle so much. Do women like taciturn men?"

"Married? No, no, no, my teacher is not married yet, but all the druids of my teacher's friendship for my teacher know, I am afraid that only my uncle thinks he has hope."

"Don't you know, before I entered the dream, my mother gave me a little flower that gave me a blessing-this is normal, right? But my teacher directly entered the nightmare for the first time. He called me up at the time and took the flower away! Tell me how crazy he is!"

"Fortunately, my uncle has been very busy recently~www.ltnovel.com~ Otherwise, I would not dare to wander in the dreamland. It is quite troublesome to wake up and leave the dreamland suddenly, maybe it will have a long headache!"

"..."

Zuifeng admitted that he himself was very interested in the love triangle between Illidan, Malfurion and Tyrande, but along the way, after Fandral Staghelm's endless thoughts, Zuifeng has already felt There is no interest in complicated love anymore-Staghelm explained all of Illidan’s actions as crazy love for Tyrande, and then complained and mocked. Later, Drunken Wind had no idea what Illidan had actually done. The stupid thing, which are the stories of Deer Helmet I don’t know where I have heard...

After the two people walked in the dream for a long time, Drunk Wind finally saw Malfurion and got rid of the indiscriminate bombardment of the stag helmet in his ears.

"Hello, Pandaren-what do you want me to do?"

"Of course, Lord Archdruid, I want to know, did the demon outside appear?"

Hearing Drunk Wind's words, Malfurion's eyes widened: "How did you know that a demon appeared?!" (To be continued.)