Panda’s Self-cultivation

　　 After a month of wandering in the endless sea, Drunk Wind finally brought the Tauren warriors to the end of this time, the Eastern Kingdom.

　　 In order to get to Stormwind City as soon as possible to start construction, Gazlowe did not choose to dock the ship in Booty Bay, but went all the way north along the west coast of the Eastern Kingdom.

"It's a pity." After receiving the news, Drunk Feng looked very sorry. "I wanted to go to Stranglethorn Vale to see how the Stranglethorn Tigers tasted. I don't know if the tiger meat here is different from the Jade Forest. I haven’t tasted tiger meat for a long time."

　　Because humans did not allow goblin ships to enter the port of Stormwind, Drunken Wind and Tauren and goblins disembarked at the Long Beach in the Westfall.

　　 As a result, the expectant Drunk Wind did not usher in the messenger of Stormwind, but instead received an extraordinary welcome.

　　 "Wow! Wow!"

　　 "Oh~"

　　 "Wow!

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　　In the first orc war, not only the humans, dwarves, and high elves were greatly injured, but wherever the orcs went, even the murlocs, jackals, and kobolds were deeply affected.

At this time the orcs abandoned their shamanism, but chose to use and believe in the power of evil energy, which caused serious damage to the ecology of many parts of the Eastern Kingdom; on the other hand, they lost the orc warriors guided by the shaman. They are becoming more manic and irritable. Creatures of any other race may be suddenly overwhelmed by the tide of orc army, which makes the entire Westfall, Elwynn Forest, and Twilight Forest all creatures learn to behave with their tails between their tails.

The most ironic thing is that the murlocs and gnolls that have plagued the farmers in the Westfall for many years were basically resolved when the orcs occupied the land. Now Stormwind is back in the hands of humans, while the Long Beach murlocs and riverclaw gnolls are again Began to move around.

　　 hordes of murloc hunters and murloc warriors, led by a blind murloc, suddenly appeared and launched a charge.

　　 The Tauren people were startled by this warm welcome from the Long Beach Murlocs, but they were only startled.

　　 These murlocs who are not taller than the waist of the tauren are obviously the wrong targets. The Tauren warriors have been suffocated at sea this month, and now they finally have a chance to move around. The boys cleanly used their totem poles to teach the fish people a lesson called "Choose a good opponent".

Drunk Wind did not take action, but quietly watched the famous trumpet assassin Lao Blindly shouting "Mchu la la la la la ha la ha la!" while rushing to Cole Fury Totem, and then was This epic warrior, who is second only to Kane Bloodhoof among the tauren warriors, wielded totem poles to make fish cakes...

　　 "Oh, poor old blind, the tauren are the strongest fighters under the stars. The difference with the trumpet is a bit big~ I hope you won't be a murloc in your next life~"

　　 In Drunk Wind’s insincere mourning for the old blind, the tauren ended the battle, and the Long Beach Murloc was solved with joy and zero casualties.

　　 Just when Drunk Wind was still feeling that he hadn't seen Mukla but saw the old blind eye, a group of Stormwind Cavalry appeared from a distance.

"These warriors are pretty good." Cole Wrath Totem said behind Zuifeng, "The strength is only average, far less than these tauren boys of our clan, but if we really fight, we want to get rid of them. It really takes a little effort."

　　 Drunk Wind rolled his eyes helplessly.

On the way, Drunk Wind has fully understood. The chieftain with the rage totem is not brainless, he is just full of muscles in his mind. On the way, he has been nagging in Drunk Wind’s ear. Shamans are always mysterious, hunters rely on babies, stalkers are only thieves, druids sleep exclusively...All in all, I want to say that warriors are the greatest, men—no, the romance of bulls is muscle.

This guy even had a dissatisfaction with Drunk Wind’s approach to agility and skill. Even though Drunk Wind couldn’t bear to teach him a lesson, he still remained unchanged, but the line became "You have the skills." Go heads-up against Kane," "What is the ability to bully someone who is lower than you".

Only then did Drunk Wind understand why there was an epic warrior who came with him—this is not to take care of himself, but Kane Bloodhoof wants to get rid of trouble—anyway, the tauren now doesn’t fight. Now, it’s better to go to the Eastern Kingdom to show off the muscles.

　　 The cavalry of Stormwind walked in, led by an elderly soldier. The soldier is not handsome, but his face is firm and his eyes are piercing and not muddy. Wearing the iconic blue armor of Stormwind, he did not choose to wear a helmet, letting his head full of white hair flutter in the wind of the Westfall.

　　 Seeing the drunk wind, the warrior jumped off his horse and walked over like a lion.

　　 "Drunk Wind, it's really you!"

Behind Drunk Wind, Cole Wrath Totem is already stunned: Although this human looks old, his aura is still above his warchief Kane Bloodhoof! This is a fighter at the pinnacle of legend!

As we all know, the various races on Azeroth have their own characteristics, and these characteristics are fully reflected in the choice of profession and the growth of strength-for example, as a mage, the powerful blue dragon is born a skilled spellcaster; Some high elves are also very talented in using magic; humans have average talents in spellcasting, but they are good at learning, so there are still some powerful spellcasters; such as tauren, as far as Zuifeng knows, there is not even a wizard.

Although the inauguration of a warrior is not so difficult compared to that of a noble mage, it has also received a huge influence from racial talent. The Tauren is known as the strongest warrior under the stars. There are less than 10,000 adult men in the whole family, but they are basically Tier 6 or above. The strength of, and the same fighter, the goblins do not have fighters to reach Tier 6! When it comes to humans, Tier 6 fighters are already enough to serve as garrison officers in a place, and they are also qualified to command a squadron of five hundred people during the war. In other words, the unattainable strength of the goblin warriors and the squadron leader of human warriors only corresponded to ordinary tauren warriors.

　　 A legendary pinnacle warrior of the human race, this made Cole awe, rare to quiet down.

　　 "Sir Lothar, you seem to be in good health."

"Call me Anduin!" Anduin Lothar stretched out his fist and hammered his drunken belly, "It's not thanks to you, my old bones can still see Stormwind City standing on this land again. on."

"This is really a coincidence." Drunk Feng also smiled, "I can't watch a warrior who can be called a great soldier fall in front of me? And if the sword suddenly broke, I believe you You can clean up that orc."

"No, please don't say that." Before Anduin Lothar could answer, Turalyon, the adjutant behind him, spoke first, "Master Drunk Wind, you saved Sir Lothar. This is our Stormwind City's great benefactor."

　　 "Haha, Turalyon, why don't you blame me for agreeing to goblins to repair Stormwind City?"

　　 Turalyon was immediately embarrassed.

In the orc wars, the appearance of the goblins can be described as "taking advantage of the fire". These short green-skinned men sell food at high prices, but the Human Alliance has to hold their noses to buy this batch of food, because the goblins claim that humans don’t buy it. Go to the orcs. Although this move made Prince Hotsha into the richest goblin trading prince, it also completely offended mankind.

　　 When Anduin Lothar received the news from Drunken Wind that he wanted to help rebuild Stormwind City, everyone clearly opposed it because of their disgust with goblins. Anduin Lothar, who has experienced life and death and succeeded in restoring the country, made a rare joke~www.ltnovel.com~ did not say that this was a drunk proposal-among all the opponents, just Turalyon’s voice was the loudest.

　　 Amidst the laughter, tauren, goblins, pandamen, and the knights of Stormwind landed on the land of the Westfall and rushed towards the Elwynn Forest.

"Thank you so much, Drunk Wind." Anduin Lothar couldn't help thanking you many times along the way, "I won't hide it from you, now Stormwind City is a wasteful city, and the most lacking is work. It’s too cold last year. It’s already May. The farmers in the Westfall and Irvine Forest have just planted wheat. Most of all, the Brotherhood of Stonemasons promised to deploy their staff to repair and rebuild the storm as soon as possible. City, but when the land is rejuvenated, people will finally have time. It may already be next year. With your help now, maybe we can build Stormwind City before this winter!"

"Anduin, this is a mutually beneficial action: you can quickly build your own home; the tauren warriors paid in advance for the winter last winter; the goblins earned their gold, and I am Harvested the friendship of two great races."

In response to Drunken Wind’s blunt answer, Anduin Lothar gave a mysterious smile: "Actually, there is another person in Stormwind. He has been waiting for you for a long time! You must take him away this time. , I can no longer serve this one."

　　 With full of doubts, Drunk Wind finally came to Elwynn Forest, the former site of Stormwind City.

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