Panda’s Self-cultivation

Drunk Wind was dizzy by the news of Illidan Stormrage. After leaving, he realized that he still had many questions without asking Malfurion-such as how many days he slept-and how he could return to Stoneclaw. Mountains. However, Drunk Wind was embarrassed to go back and could only follow his own impression.

　　 Soon, thinking that I could get drunk, I followed the can and got lost in the vastness of Kalimdor...

　　 "Forget it, let him, I can always go out, not afraid!" Comforting himself, Zuifeng simply didn't care where he was, just let the can go all the way south.

　　 For three days, Zuifeng finally knew his position: Durotar!

No wonder I don’t know all the landmarks here... Everything here is completely different from the game impression. Durotar, who has no trace of the orcs, is surprisingly quiet, and the activities of the beasts in the winter are greatly affected. However, the harpy that should have been infested was due to the low flying altitude and the slackness of the sentinels in winter, so they didn't notice the drunk wind at all.

　　 The drunk wind who found his position was not in a hurry, and simply wandered over Durotar against the cold wind, and specifically observed the land.

　　 Actually, Drunk Wind often thinks about whether he should lead the tauren to occupy this place altogether. Even if the orcs arrive, they can only change place obediently. However, after careful observation, Drunk Wind discovered that this land is really not suitable for tauren to settle. Durotar with plains as the main body has almost no defensive points. Once foreign enemies attack, they can only choose to be just frontal. Orcs have frenzied fertility, and their population is growing rapidly, but Tauren can't do that. It is the kingly way to choose Mulgore to recuperate in a terrain that is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

　　 "Forget it~" When the drunk wind saw this, he no longer tangled up, and simply let the can, which had already been cold enough to protest, turn his head to the west and return to the Stoneclaw Mountain Range.

　　 Back to Coke Valley, Zuifeng found that the Tauren people had almost arranged everything for the winter, and a thick Kodo hide tent was propped up on this land. Without the harassment of the centaur, the tauren people got enough food from the goblins, and for the first time enjoyed the pure "wife and child hot kang" days.

　　 "Hey, Drunk Wind! You can count back!" Kane Bloodhoof gave a big hug when Drunk Wind saw him, "I want to kill you, just to celebrate, how about a banquet today?"

　　 "Okay! I have been eating dry food these days, my whole person is not good!"

　　 People suddenly relax after being busy, and it is easy to start thinking wildly. After the banquet of Drunk Wind, everyday life becomes relaxed and regular, so I can't help but start to summarize and think about myself this year.

Since leaving Pandaria, Zuifeng’s own small accidents have continued, but the general direction is correct. In order to prevent the Vale of Eternal Blossoms from being polluted and corrupted in the future, Zuifeng strives to improve his right to speak in Azeroth and seeks for the Pandaren Ally. Now it seems that the Tauren have become their No. 1 supporter without a doubt-if the reality is prestigious, their prestige is definitely worship. In addition, it seems that I have had a good relationship with the night elves in the future (in the past). The archdruid Malfurion Stormrage and his rebellious brother Illidan Stormrage have a good relationship with him. The goblin Gazlowe is too enthusiastic because of his own interests. As a visitor from a different world with a different thinking, Zuifeng has the confidence to tie Gazlowe, the master of architecture and engineering, to his chariot with his interests. on.

　　 Generally speaking, except that I am single and my cooking skills have not improved at all (or even regressing!), I have been drunk this year quite well.

　　Summarizing here, Drunk Wind finds embarrassingly that the tent of Hamuul Runetotem next door has begun to vibrate regularly. According to Drunk Wind’s estimation, there may be a large number of small tauren born next year.

　　 The helpless drunk wind can only come out for a walk, only to find that it is snowing in the Stoneclaw Mountain Range, and the snow is flying, everything is silent. The falling snow melted on the warm land, making the land moist and muddy. The hills in the distance were covered with snow, evoking drunk wind’s longing for Kun-Lai Mountain.

　　 "If the reality is like a game, it would be nice to be able to return to Qingri Peak with a Zen pilgrimage." Zuifeng couldn't help feeling a bit, "Then I might go back to the Shadows Zen Temple to take a look?"

In a desolate place separated by a mountain range from the tauren, the centaur’s life is very difficult. This year, there is no tauren as the centaur’s winter looting object (and food). Almost all centaur archers have no choice but to Participating in hunting to make ends meet, this huge contrast quickly spread dissatisfaction among the centaur.

Upon seeing this, the Maraudon Khan acted while gratifying in his heart, once again agitated the four centaur clans in the Desolate Land, formed a centaur coalition, and prepared to leave Stoneclaw in the main force of the tauren After Taniguchi ~www.ltnovel.com~ broke through the pass and pursued at the end.

　　 Centaur is a predator, not a lowly hunter!

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　　 also at this moment, defeated the orc army, and brought the human warriors and civilians to the new Stormwind King Varian Wrynn, who wanted to return to Stormwind, also watching the heavy snow in Dun Morogh helplessly.

In these short years, Varian Wrynn and his Stormwind Kingdom have experienced too much, from Medivh’s unprepared fall, the opening of the Dark Portal to the raid on Karazhan to close the Dark Portal, and then to Lion. · King Wrynn was assassinated and Stormwind fell, and the survivors of Stormwind went north to the Component Alliance... Although Varian Wrynn was still a little immature, he was no longer that carefree boy.

　　 "Okay, Varian. Don't look, be careful of catching cold, you haven't had much rest these days."

　　 Hearing this voice, Varian turned his head: "Aren't you the same, Uncle Lothar? I always think it's not over yet."

　　 "Maybe..." Sir Anduin Lothar's voice was full of exhaustion at this time, "So we have to recuperate and face the upcoming challenge!"

"Hey! Little Anduin and Lothar! Don't run-you haven't finished drinking with me!" Hearing the shouts of Brian Bronzebeard from behind, the two of them met with embarrassment. Then they ran away in a tacit understanding.

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