Panda’s Self-cultivation

Under Lorila's supervision and secret help, Mograine began an extremely rigorous training-two years in a blink of an eye, Mograine was already preparing for Hyde's trial.

And now, let us pull the perspective back to Drunk Wind.

For Drunken Wind, after learning about the Northern Expedition of the Scarlet Crusade, his mission was completed.

After the main force left, the Scarlet Crusaders are now extremely weak, as long as the news is returned to Tell Talysha, and then the seal of Morning Dew is unlocked, and everything is resolved!

After realizing this, Drunken Wind, Nomi, and the postman began to scramble to collect the archives, and then waited for the opportunity to leave the Scarlet Crusade.

Compared with sneaking in, escaping is a lot easier-there are windows in the archives room, as long as you find a patrol gap, let Nomi take two people away.

Normi ​​also lived up to expectations and brought Drunk Feng and the postman directly out.

The poor Scarlet Crusaders didn't realize that a little guy who was trying his best to flap his wings in the sky had led someone to get a clear picture of his own details!

The whispers and clay pots waiting in place were already dying in a hurry.

It has been a long time since the three men sneaked in. Every minute and a second, the earthen jar and the whispering heart sank a minute.

At this moment, Tucan finally realized that if three people were really injured because of being discovered, then he might collapse because of guilt!

Then he saw Nomi.

Nomi brought Drunk Wind and the postman out with difficulty. After landing, he immediately became a pandaman. He began to lie on the ground without any image, rolling his eyes and sticking out his tongue, looking like he was dying.

Drunk Feng looked at Nomi who was pretending to be dead, grinned, and whistled to the young dragon who brought him over.

"Things are going well, we will go back to Dunhold to talk about the specific situation."

Although full of curiosity, the clay pot and whisper nodded and agreed.

……………………

In Dunhold, Drunk Wind told Teresa in detail about all the files he saw in the archives of the Scarlet Crusade and his reasoning.

After listening to Drunk Wind's account, Taresa was thoughtful.

"In other words, everything about the Scarlet Crusade is a bluff now?"

"It can be understood." Zuifeng nodded, "The Scarlet Crusade is actually extremely weak now. After the main force left, they did not return."

Listening to Zuifeng's conclusion, the clay pot and whisper couldn't help but cheer.

"In other words, you can unlock the seal of Morning Dew, and you don't have to worry about the Scarlet Crusade!"

"That's right." Taresa also nodded, "Then I'll go and help Chen Lu unlock the seal!"

Zuifeng and Nomi followed Talesa curiously, and wanted to see what was going on with this seal. Talesa hesitated slightly, but did not refuse.

In fact, the seal of Morning Dew is not so high-end.

The high concentration of holy light turned to a chain, locked the dark ranger, and maintained a posture of repentance.

Uther obviously didn't make a heavy move. The seal only restricted Chen Dew's actions and did not cause substantial harm to her.

And Taresa's method of clearing the seal was to make Drunk Wind frown.

A round of quite pure shadow energy!

These shadow energies subtly neutralized the Holy Light gradually-under the erosion of the shadow, the chains of the Holy Light slowly softened and eventually broke.

When the whole chain broke, Chen Lu also regained consciousness.

"Damn Paladin, what did you do?!"

Chen Lu yelled subconsciously, then opened his eyes but saw several familiar faces.

"Master Teresa? Clay pot? Whispering? I'm back?"

"Of course!" whispered directly to the morning dew, "you're back!"

After many thanks, whispering, morning dew, clay pot and postman finally left Taresa's residence, but Drunk Wind had no intention of leaving.

"Sure enough, Lord Drunk Wind, you still found out..." Taresa shook her head, "In the past three years, I think I have made great progress, but there is still a huge gap between you and you."

"Don't be nervous." Zuifeng smiled and shook his head, "Let me meet your teacher! To be honest, I have no prejudice against shadow energy."

"I believe in you." Taresa nodded, "My teacher actually wanted to find an opportunity to see you. Originally, he wanted to ask for your help to get the Scarlet Crusade soldiers back on the right path. I didn’t expect everything to be late."

As Taresa was talking, a figure in the corner gradually took shape.

"Hello, Drunk Wind-it's an honor to meet you. I believe that if you had come to the Eastern Kingdom earlier, there might be a pandaman among the Paladins."

"Don't be kidding, Archbishop." Zuifeng shook his head, "I am destined to uphold the balance and pursue the golden mean between the light and the shadow."

A rickety forsaken finally came to the front of Drunk Wind.

"Introduce myself, my name is Alonthos Faor."

"Hello, honorable archbishop, I am Drunk Wind Ironpaw."

Alonthos Faor? !

Nomi looked at the unattractive forsaken in front of him with some surprise: a dark robe, not very clean; the skeleton rickets, and he balances with a staff; there is no strong momentum, as if a gust of wind can do it. Blow him down.

But after knowing the name, Nomi would not think this is a fragile miscellaneous soldier!

Archbishop Fao!

The founder of the Silver Hand, the teacher of the Light Messenger, the greatest priest!

In Dalaran, Faor, who was still a little missionary, once threw a coin in the fountain.

"I hope that one day I can spread the way of the light to the common people and teach them the meaning of the three virtues."

Then Fao fulfilled his promise with his life.

During the orc war, facing the surging orcs, he and the priest stood firm in North County.

After the fall of Stormwind, he and the priest in North County assisted the people of Stormwind to escape north.

It was Faor who trained the Paladin and formed the Silver Hand!

And this great priest with outstanding merit, after all, couldn't live up to time. After the orc war was over, he slept in Tirisfal Woodland, not far from the Scarlet Monastery.

And what Nomi sees now is not a forsaken who is covered with holy light~www.ltnovel.com~ but a priest surrounded by pure shadows-a shadow priest!

"Archbishop Faor appeared, is it because the Forsaken has any plans?" Drunk Wind stared at Faor closely, "Are you finally awake?"

"Don't get me wrong." Faor shook his head. "Although we are awake, we don't want to disturb the living."

"But what if I say I want you to'excuse me'?"

"what?"

This time, Faor's turn was stunned.

————————

The author returned from tooth extraction.

very painful……

A deformed tooth was pulled out and it was a waste of energy, and several stitches were sewn.

The second is later, it hurts!