Panda’s Self-cultivation

　　 Accepting the blessing of Vinylon, Zuifeng vaguely feels.

　　 It is a pity that even if you meditate by calming down, the drunken wind cannot grasp the essence of a sense.

　　 Zuifeng felt the difficulty of this battle, and he was eager for a protagonist's breakthrough. With his brain wide open, Drunk Feng even went to the priest to learn to heal others, and started the way of weaving the fog to become a monk of the third cultivation-ultimately nothing.

　　 As a result, the drunk wind was busy for days.

"Well, it seems that these dog-blood things can't happen to me." Drunk Feng sighed helplessly, "Forget it, let's make something to eat-I always feel that I am doing it wildly. There is still a lot of room for improvement."

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　　 At this time, compared with the expeditionary force in Draenor, the orcs in Azeroth are much sadder.

　　When the expeditionary army arrived in Draenor, the orcs didn't care too much. They believed that the expeditionary army was seeking their own way of death-but then the Dark Portal became black because it lost energy, and the orcs discovered something was wrong.

　　 Lost supplies, the orcs have almost run out of ammunition and food. Although these guys are savage, they don't have the habit of eating human flesh after all, so most orcs are hungry.

　　 Rexxar is even more so.

　　 This beast king from the Mokonassa clan, with his merits and strength, should have had more supplies-but his beast companions consumed most of them.

The Mokonassa clan is a hybrid of ogres and orcs (how they came out is unverifiable), so they have the strongest body and the most stubborn temper. Rexxar left his clan just to seek change. , Left Delano.

　　 And now, Rexxar found sadly that he didn't seem to find what he needed.

　　 Rexxar, who was sitting in the tent thinking about his future, suddenly heard his war wolf Harasa wailing!

　　 Rexxar rushed to the animal pen, and found only the broken corpse of Harassa and the big orcs beside him. This group of orcs from the Shattered Hand clan replaced the left hand with blood still stained on the blade-blood belonging to Harassa.

　　 Rexxar swears he has never been so angry!

　　 He turned around and returned to his tent, taking out the battle flag belonging to the Mokonassa clan that had never been erected. Back in the animal pen, Rexxar planted the battle flag on the ground.

　　 "Mark Gora!"

　　 In response to Rexxar's anger, the Shattered Hand Warrior laughed.

　　 "It's just a wolf, he didn't know where he turned out a flag and called Makgora?!"

　　 "Go back, ogre, and only you will move out of Mackola as a beast."

　　 "Shut up now, we can spare your life!"

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　　 Rexxar did not say a word, he silently followed the tradition of Makgora, took off his shirt, revealing a thin and strong body.

　　 At this time, the orcs had no shaman to bless their weapons, Rexxar simply smeared his partner's blood on the axe blade, and silently promised that he would avenge his partner.

　　 The noise of the animal pen attracted a lot of orc warriors. The Human Alliance has not attacked for a long time. The idle orcs simply watched this Makgora to pass the time.

The soldiers of the Shattered Hand clan realized that the guy in front of him was serious. They were unwilling to face the anger of a legendary Beastmaster alone (although the Beastmaster didn’t seem to be planning to summon his animal companions), and they simply didn’t care about Mark Gora’s Traditional requirements, amidst the boos of orcs onlookers, swarmed.

　　 Rexxar didn't care about this, he waved his heavy pair of axes.

The Shattered Hand clan has always been praised among the orcs for fighting desperately, but in the face of the huge power gap, although these Shattered Hand fighters desperately changed their injuries, they were still smashed by Rexxar cleanly with a few axes. Clean.

　　 Rexxar, who killed his enemy, looked up to the sky and wailed for a long time. There was no sweetness in this revenge, but only endless pain.

　　 The chief of the Shattered Hand clan, Kargas Bladefist, witnessed all this. Although he understood that his subordinates did something wrong, he still couldn't accept the loss of several elite fighters because of a wolf. Subconsciously, he pulled up the flag on the side and wanted to throw it at Rexxar in the field.

　　 A big hand that appeared suddenly stopped him.

　　 "Enough!" Grommash Hellscream appeared in the animal pen with his guards, "Isn't the blood of the warriors enough today?"

As he said, Hellscream stared at the unwilling Kargas: "Your idiot doesn't know, don't you know! How much did Rexxar pay for the tribe?! Last time I and the Pandaren After the battle, it was Lexar covering me to leave—or would you like to say, you want to have a Mackola with me too?!"

　　 Considering the strength of Grommash Hellscream’s pinnacle, as well as the strong Warsong Guards behind him, Kargath finally snorted and lowered his banner.

　　 Finally ~www.ltnovel.com~ Rexxar came back to his senses. He put on his jacket again, took his axe, stepped out of the animal pen and left the orc camp.

　　 The orcs watched Rexxar leave, but no one stopped him. Those who understood Rexxar felt that it was meaningless to say at this time, and those who didn't understand Rexxar were simply afraid of the sharp ax in his hand.

　　 Rexxar left the barracks and headed south. At this time, the Beastmaster was full of doubts about himself. He didn't even know whether he was right or wrong choosing to leave Draenor. The only thing he could be sure of now was that he should belong to the jungle and wilderness - not a barracks.

　　 Just when Rexxar wandered to Stranglethorn Vale, an accidental encounter completely changed his fate.

　　 "Hey, work! You look unhappy? Come, come and have a drink! This is my newly brewed Stormstout. I think you are strong enough to drink this cup of Erguotou, right?"

Rexxar looked at the big fat face that suddenly appeared in front of him, squatted and said in common language: "You, aren't you the one called Drunk Wind? I watched you go through the dark gate, you Why are you here..."

　　 "Oh roar, it seems that you all know my compatriot named Drunken Wind? What a coincidence~ I am looking for him now!"

　　 "I just know him. He has gone a long way now, and you won't find him for a while." Rexxar, who had abandoned the camp, responded patiently to the guy in front of him, "So, what's your name?"

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