Panda’s Self-cultivation

　　 At noon the next day, Zuifeng and Baine Bloodhoof rushed to the westernmost part of the Kodo Beast Cemetery. In the last warm sun of autumn, a large number of Slipblade Naga are basking in the sun.

As the former high-level elves, although these naga have changed their appearance due to the curse, the addiction caused by the loss of the well of eternity has not disappeared, and even intensified, so the naga, especially the female spellcasters of the naga , Always want to absorb any energy from the outside world all the time, so as to alleviate the desire from the instinct of the body.

Let the can hover over the naga's heads, Drunk Wind took off the hat on his head, and in the surprised eyes of Bain Bloodhoof, this ordinary pocket suddenly radiated bright light. The dazzling blue brilliance, the shape also changed, and finally became a crystal clear crown!

　　 "This is the arcane power you mentioned!"

　　 Zuifeng nodded: "This is the return from the fairy queen Azshara in the story I told you-Azshara's Arcane Crown!"

After receiving this gift in return, the pandamen did not feel ecstatic, but put it on the shelf and put it in the treasure house of the panda emperor, because even the mage among pandamen did not like to let their heads There is such a strong arcane flow above.

　　 Thousands of years have passed, the vicissitudes of life. After Shaohao passed away, the crown was transferred to the treasure house of the Shado-Pan, and continued, uh, eating ashes...until Drunk Wind appeared. The original Drunk Wind often had headaches due to Y'Shaarj's whispers. Although meditation can alleviate this problem, Drunk Wind cannot sit in meditation 24 hours a day.

　　 Later, Zhou Zhuo looked through the collections of many lorewalkers and found the record of this crown. Zuifeng took out the crown from the treasure house, and after wearing it, finally relieved the pain.

Because this Olympic crown is really gorgeous, Zuifeng can only find a wizard of the Shado-Pan, and with the help of the power of the crown itself, it slightly changes the shape of the crown. It is also at this wizard that Zuifeng learns Learned some basic arcane knowledge and skills.

　　 After leaving Pandaria, Drunk Wind no longer needs to use this Olympic crown to relieve his headaches, so simply return this once high elf treasure to the original owner!

As Azshara’s Arcane Crown showed his original appearance, the naga below began a commotion, and more naga crawled out of the water and gathered under the drunk wind, greedily feeling the long-lost, Moisturizing from arcane energy.

　　 "Naga, I want to talk to your leader!"

　　 Not long after the voice fell, a naga with four arms slid over, and the surrounding naga automatically divided a path.

　　 "Hello, Pandaren, I am Nasara Slipblade, the leader here."

Drunk Wind raised his eyebrows without leaving a trace. This naga obviously left a considerable degree of memory. He can recognize his race and speak a fluent lingua franca. The leader of the Sliderblade clan should not be underestimated. .

　　 "Hello, I am Drunk Wind Ironpaw." Drunk Wind commanded the can drop, and said, "I'll come over to discuss a deal about this Azshara Olympic Champion."

　　 Hearing that this is really the Azshara Olympic Championship, Nasara Slipblade's eyes were full of desire, "Pandaman, because of your race, I am willing to believe you, very good, our transaction may succeed!"

Zuifeng shrugged: "Since you know this crown, you should know its value and importance to you. I can guarantee that this crown has been carefully taken care of in our Pandaren hands. The lapse of time has not lost its magic, so the price is expensive..."

Seeing the drunk wind on the ground, Nasara Slipblade showed a sly smile. The snake hair on her head made her look a bit hideous: "Before discussing the price, I need to confirm whether your transaction partner has this Price!"

　　 As he said, Nasara took out a longbow from nowhere, and Zhang Gong shot an arrow towards Drunk Wind. The arrow flashed with blue light, indicating that the arrow had been enchanted. At the same time, Nasara's other hands were not idle, taking the opportunity to take out a long staff, pointing at Drunk Wind, ice fragments flew out, and the arrow, faintly blocked all Drunk Wind can Space to escape.

Drunk Wind seemed to have anticipated it. First he twisted his waist and squeezed Baine Bloodhoof into the protection of the can, then formed a handprint, and calmly avoided the flying arrows, letting him go. Sharp shards of ice hit him.

　　 "Dispelling magic skills!"

This is one of the three magic weapons for monks to face the initiator. In a short period of time, they will densely cover their bodies to isolate all elements and the power of arcane and fel energy, unless the energy contained in the spell is too high. Otherwise, all spells hit on the monk will lose their effect.

Seeing the spell lose its effect, Nasara was shocked, but the movement in his hand did not stop. With the chanting of the spell, the ground in front of Drunk Wind was covered by a smooth layer of ice. Nasara hoped to do this. Keep your distance and buy time-after all, it seems that the state of drunk wind ignoring his magic will not last long.

　　 Unexpectedly, Drunk Feng faced the slippery ice surface and fell down. Then he rolled like a big ball and rushed towards Nasara at a faster speed. At this time, Nasara was not in the mood to laugh at Drunk Wind's round body, because Drunk Wind had reached a position less than five meters in front of him after it had rolled over the ice!

　　 "Damn it!"

Fortunately, the pale green light on Zuifeng's body representing the devil's demon art has dissipated. Nasara hurriedly stomped the ground with the end of his staff and displayed an ice ring. Although the ice ring was quickly broken, Nasara Sara seized this opportunity and finally completed her spell.

　　 "Tornado!"

　　 The huge storm was born out of thin air, forming a huge tornado, mixed with crushed ice and sea water, directly swept into the drunk wind.

　　 Although I can no longer use the magic dispersal skill for a short time, Drunk Wind is not worried. He raised his hands on his chest, fingers interlocking.

　　 "Xuan Niu Nizao, help me!"

　　 Drunk wind's body showed a slight ochre brilliance, and a running black cow faintly appeared above his head. Drunk wind took two steps, jumped up and plunged directly into the storm.

　　Nasara's face was a little pale because of the excessive consumption of mana, but suddenly became paler-she clearly felt that the storm she had summoned was quickly dissipating!

　　 Finally, in the roar of the black cow, the storm subsided, and Nasara, who was still trying to fight back, was cut off by Drunk Wind's throat, interrupted the spell, and fainted in a hurry. Drunk Feng was still stunned for a while-it seemed that although the throat-cutting hand was very useful for interrupting the spell and chanting, it could make people unable to speak for a short time, but what happened when they stunned? !

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　　 When Nasara woke up, she felt her throat still aching. Looking around, she found that her people had a clear awe of Drunk Wind, and the few sacrifices that did not agree with her had already shown gloating.

　　 "I am not the same as you guys!" Nasara thought to himself, "I am a hero~www.ltnovel.com~ Don’t think that if I lose to the Pandaren, I will lose to you too!"

　　 "Alright, Ms. Nasara." Zuifeng said, "I think, now you have no questions about the transaction, right?"

　　Nasara nodded fiercely.

"Well, my tauren friends will come here in a few days. I hope you can help us all the way north to the Cape of Stonetalon Mountains. Upon arrival, I will hand over the Azshara Olympic crown you."

　　 "Can you give it to me earlier-even I can help you on the battlefield!" Nasara was still struggling.

　　 "Not to mention I can't completely trust you." Zuifeng shook his head. "Look at your people. I think you need to re-establish your prestige. I don't want to be a mess of porridge here when we arrive."

　　 "Damn it, it wasn't you!" Nasara dared not say anything, so he could only lower his head to show obedience. In fact, the state of Drunk Wind is not very good. After all, Nasara is an epic hero. Even if she barely reaches it, even if Drunk Wind has mental arithmetic and unintentional, she will be exhausted after using the magic power and the drunk wind of Xuan Niu Linfan continuously. It's not as easy as it seems.

　　 After the agreement was made, Zuifeng set off with Baine Bloodhoof, and returned to the Tauren Camp in a can, leaving Nasara to clean up the dissatisfied subordinates.

"Bain, different races are different. When I face the tauren, I can talk about it first, and then fight. We are friends; when facing the naga, I can only convince them. Grab their little handle and ask again."

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