Panda’s Self-cultivation

　　 "Have you seen the sewer of the dark temple at three o'clock in the morning?"

"I have seen!"

　　 Zuifeng complained about himself, and hurried on the way, oh no, it was swimming.

　　 That's right, the sewers-people who have played wow go to the dark temple, why don't they take the sewers?

　　 It's a pity that the sewer did not open a hole at this time. The drunken wind can only waste a lot of energy. He found the outlet of the sewer from the sea and went all the way up the current.

　　 If it were not for the protection of True Qi, Zuifeng believed that at this time, his whole body had been corroded by evil energy and it was all wounds.

　　 After finally climbing the water pipe, he came to the maintenance center of the sewer—the place occupied by the nagas in later generations. Drunk Wind finally had the opportunity to tidy it up.

"There is no naga, no water element, it's quite secluded here." Zuifeng looked at the surrounding environment carefully, "Unfortunately, the water here is polluted too badly by evil energy, far more than the soldiers can bear. The limit, or a surprise attack on the sewers, the effect will be good!"

　　 After finishing finishing, Zuifeng took out a luminous crystal (thanks to the support of local tyrant Delaney), and began to study the structure of the dark temple in detail.

"Well, there are many places where the sewer can go, but they are all on the first floor. I have to find a hidden place to leave the sewer and go to the second floor. According to Ner'zhul’s character, the first floor is also a group of cannon fodder. ."

　　 After some thinking, Drunk Wind decided to go directly to the restaurant.

　　 "I must be all demons in the training ground at this time. I will just flow into the restaurant. I hope the orcs don't have the habit of eating late night snacks."

　　 Zuifeng wrapped himself with innocent energy again, and plunged into the sewer pipe.

　　 Seven turns and eight turns, Zuifeng swam towards the restaurant according to his own memory-luckily, Zuifeng didn't get lost. He carefully opened the sewer manhole cover and showed his head.

very quiet.

　　 Drunk Wind took a breath, and it seemed that the orcs had rested.

　　 It is estimated that Gul'dan will not allow the devil to enter the restaurant, otherwise the smell of sulfur will make the drunk wind and unbelieving orcs still able to eat in front of the devil.

　　 came out of the sewer lightly, Drunk Wind re-covered the manhole cover, and then summoned a cloud of mist, erased the traces of his arrival, and then began to look at the hall.

　　 Obviously, the transformation that the Orcs carried out after they took the Temple of Karabor took great effort-the whole restaurant was completely orc's rugged style, and there was no trace of draenei.

　　 At the foot of the restaurant, the leftover meat was scattered on a huge table, drunk wind took a closer look, could not laugh or cry: "Is it the characteristic of the orcs?"

　　 There are so many kinds of meat that you can’t even recognize them all, but the characteristics are very distinct-they are all grilled!

　　 It's hard to describe the feeling in my heart when I saw this scene. Does this group of orcs have no cooks, or do they say that meat is roasted in the eyes of the orcs? Zuifeng even found a roasted Leixiang nose in the pile of meat!

　　 Zuifeng looked carefully for a while, and finally found an unfinished menu on a table. Zuifeng decisively tore off the paper, and then began to write a secret letter to the orc language provided by the prophet Velen.

　　 After finishing the forgery, Zuifeng sneaked out of the restaurant with a deep contempt for the cooking skills of the orcs. After going out and turning right, he began to move slowly along the corner.

　　 The destination of Zuifeng is the Hall of Gorefiend in the dark temple.

Zuifeng didn’t know what was in the Hall of Blood Demon at this time, but it was the second floor lobby closest to the restaurant, and it was indoors and not open air. Zuifeng estimated that there should not be many demons there-as long as it is an orc, Drunk The wind can start to sow discord.

　　 Tiptoeing around a few guards on patrol, carefully avoiding a few wandering "eyes", Drunken Wind finally came to the Hall of the Blood Demon of the Hereafter.

　　 This hall was the place where Tyrone Gorefiend stayed in the later Dark Temple. This cruel orc warlock lived and died, died and lived, and under the transformation of Gul'dan, he became the first death knight.

　　 "Now I don't know who it is in this hall, forget it, let him, it can't be Tyrone Gorefiend anyway." While thinking about it, Drunken Wind walked into the hall of Gorefiend.

　　 Then, he found Tyrone Gorefiend awkwardly.

　　 Drunk Wind was instantly at a loss.

"Who is still hanging around there?" Tyrone Gorefiend didn't realize that this is Drunk Wind for the first time, because Drunk Wind is different from the rest of the Alliance. There is no holy light or arcane fluctuations on his body. Orcs Now that they are not familiar with Zhen Qi, they still can't tell the difference between vitality and Zhen Qi, especially when they can't see clearly in the middle of the night.

　　 "Loc-tarogar!" Jizhong Shengzhi's drunk wind roared in a low voice, and then ran away.

Drunk Wind was very grateful for his wit at this time-before leaving, Velen wanted to give himself a spiritual fire, Vindicator Ruhr also wanted to give himself a blessing of the king, and Khadgar was even ready to come to a space anchor. These were rejected one by one by Drunk Wind.

Because of this, if Drunk Wind doesn’t need to look at it, it’s not much different from a fat orc soldier. If it’s full of blessings, the orc can feel something wrong from a distance~www.ltnovel.com~ Turn, Xianglong is in the sky~

　　 It seemed that it was too late to collect evidence. Zuifeng could only prepare the "secret letter" that he had forged in the restaurant and began to run wild.

Even though Drunk Wind looks plump, it runs faster than a sprinting thief, and he often rolls on the ground without hesitation. When the Gorefiend realizes something is wrong, Drunk Wind has already slipped to the third. On the terrace on the floor.

　　The pursuit of the blood demon inevitably alarmed the demon, and the drunk wind was finally blocked on the terrace. Looking at the dense crowd of demons approaching, Drunk Wind squinted his eyes: "Sure enough, Ner'zhul still seems to want to run. The demons here are all rough skins and low IQs. Lord of the Abyss, Hellfire, Fat Blue There are not many Doomguards in the Wrath Guards, there are not a single sly Dreadlord, and there are very few little ghosts."

　　 has collected enough information, Zuifeng finally started the last step of the mission.

　　 secretly turned on the magic dispersal power, Zuifeng forcibly took a shadow arrow from the guard of the doomsday, and made the "secret letter" fall out deliberately, pretending to be very injured, and staggered to the edge of the terrace.

　　 "Song Tao · Meditation! I hope your super rocket belt and invincible landing cloak are as useful as you said, otherwise you will die-I will definitely remove you from the lorewalker and the angler!"

　　 After vowing secretly in his heart, Zuifeng fiercely pressed the button he wanted to bring.

　　 Accompanied by the dazzling firelight and mentally retarded music, a thick smoke sprayed from the drunk wind's ass, and the whole person flew out like a rocket.

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