Panda’s Self-cultivation

　　 Let us push the time back to the 7th year of the Dark Portal calendar.

　　 The drunk wind who came to the Eastern Kingdom for the first time landed in Menethil Harbor, and originally planned to enjoy some human delicacies. Unfortunately, it happened to catch up with the war, so hotels and taverns can only provide cheap and hungry bread, which makes Drunk Feng's entire panda bad.

Unable to eat his favorite food, Drunk Feng had to give up riding a can and head directly to the Booty Bay, and instead walked south-although you can't eat the food unique to humans, at least you have to deal with some unique ingredients. Just try it!

　　 So wherever this pandaman went, the wild animals had bad luck...

　　 "The heron legs in this wetland are quite chewy, not inferior to the swamps of the Valley of the Four Winds! Baked with salt or braised, it's pretty good!"

　　 "Dun Morogh's bear paw is indeed well-deserved! It's a pity that there is no honey on hand, and this season is not quite right, otherwise, a honey pickled bear paw will make me lost here."

　　 "Bah, baah, why is this lizard meat so sour and astringent? There is still such unpalatable meat? And it's hard as a rock!"

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　　 With the mentality of relaxing and enjoying the food, the drunken wind goes all the way south to the burning plain.

　　 At this time, the war of the orcs was about to end, and the support of the warlock was lost, and the strength of the orcs was greatly damaged. The alliance seized a wave of opportunities and directly advanced south.

　　 When Zuifeng met the army for the first time, it was the time when the two sides opened up the battle in the Blackrock Tower and started a battle between soldiers and generals.

　　 Looking up, the center of the battlefield is Anduin Lothar and Orgrim Doomhammer.

　　 At the beginning of the battle, Lothar rode on the horse with an advantage. But Orgrim solved this problem quickly. His warhammer drew an arc, and the huge stone top slammed the horse's head. The horse fell, blood sprayed from its broken bones, and its limbs twitched.

　　 Lothar did not fall. He jumped aside with the stirrup when the horse fell, and faced Orgrim directly across the barrier. At this moment, the sound of people fighting around seemed to have been eliminated, and the two leaders raised their weapons and collided together without saying a word. They each had only one goal-to kill each other.

　　 This is a typical warrior battle, a contest between strength and strength. Lothar is a tall and strong human, as strong and powerful as most orc warriors. But Orgrim was significantly taller, more powerful, and younger. Although Lothar lacks youth and speed, he has more skills and experience.

　　 is also wearing heavy armor, holding weapons that a soldier can't normally lift, and desperate for his own race and victory.

　　 "Charge!"

　　 "Charge!"

　　 Two burly and powerful bodies collided together, and then there was a fist to flesh fight.

After a short test, both sides realized that as long as they had reservations, it was absolutely difficult to seriously injure each other, so Lothar first seized the opportunity and resisted Orgrim's hammer with the Lionheart shield in his left hand, regardless of what he had received. Severely concussed, threw away the shield, held the sword in both hands, and turned the blade to Orgrim.

The sharp blade pierced the blackstone heavy armor, leaving a finger deep wound on Orgrim's right chest. The red flesh turned out, and the blood quickly soaked Orgrim's inner part. lining.

But the trauma further aroused Orgrim's madness. He roared, threw off his armor, and even stopped blocking and defending. As his speed increased greatly, he began to attack continuously with one hammer after another. Sa also seized this opportunity, leaving wounds one after another on Orgrim's body.

　　 Just when Lothar himself was almost about to win, Orgrim exhausted his last strength and gave an unexpected counterattack.

　　 The heavy Doomhammer was handed over to his left hand, Orgrim clenched his right fist, narrowed the distance while charging, and unexpectedly hit Lothar's chest with a punch.

　　 The well-made Stormwind armor can withstand sharp blades, but it cannot withstand heavy boxing. Lothar felt that his internal organs had been shaken tremendously, and his breathing was stagnant with a surge of blood.

　　 Orgrim seized this opportunity, raised the Doomhammer in his hand, and smashed it down with all his strength.

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　　 At this time, Drunk Wind, who had been watching from a distance for a long time, finally understood what was going on here. He realized that this was the most important Blackrock Tower battle between the old tribe and the old alliance!

　　 Before he could think about it, Zuifeng didn't care about his own image, and began to roll on the ground and quickly cut into the battlefield. After rolling over, the drunk wind moved like a rabbit, trying his best to stop the final blow.

If Drunk Wind is not here, Lothar’s sword will accidentally break while blocking the hammer and fall to this burning plain; and the Alliance will burst out unimaginable power under the stimulation of Lothar’s death. Orgrim who eventually won the battle will lose the entire war.

　　 But it broke between the great royal knights, Orgrim wielded the Doomhammer again, and Turalyon was unable to rescue him~www.ltnovel.com~ Drunk Wind arrived.

　　 Orgrim is a veritable legendary warrior, and is the best among the legendary warriors. The drunken wind at the time was simply unmatched. But after the battle with Lothar, Orgrim was about to run out of oil at this time-the sudden timing of Drunk Wind's shot was so wonderful, the verdant misty language was placed on the heavy Doomhammer, With Orgrim's last power, the hammer was picked and flew out.

　　 Anduin Lothar, who thought he was dead, opened his eyes in surprise and found that the last blow of the orc warchief was blocked by a stranger, and the Doomhammer was also picked up. Under the ups and downs of life, it was as calm as Anduin Lothar could hardly speak.

　　 Zuifeng didn't have the energy to estimate Lothar's feelings at this time. He stared at Orgrim Doomhammer in front of him for fear that he would run away.

　　 But it happened by accident. The Sword Saint Samuro, who should have left the Eastern Kingdom, appeared on the battlefield. Under the distortion of the air, he picked up Orgrim and quickly escaped.

　　 Drunk wind stomped his foot severely.

Originally, Drunk Wind wanted to save Anduin Lothar and kill Orgrim directly, further weakening the power of the orcs, but he did not expect a person who shouldn't appear like himself appeared and saved Orgrim. In this case, although Lothar was not dead, the orcs were able to withdraw from the battle in an orderly manner during the Battle of the Blackrock Spire, and even retained some viable power. This is why the war ended a little later than the previous life, so that the storm The reconstruction of the city gives a chance to drunk wind~www.ltnovel.com~ Book friends are welcome to visit and read. The latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all at ~www.ltnovel.com~ mobile phone users, please go to read.