Panda’s Self-cultivation

Chapter 936: Drunk Wind and Azeroth

All the creatures in Azeroth heard the voice of Drunk Wind.

  

   Zuifeng and Elune had inexplicable hearts. With the help of Elune, Zuifeng's words appeared in everyone's hearts.

  

   "The Burning Legion is aggressive, they will trample and destroy our world!"

  

   "This time, in order to defend our world, all of us need to do our best!"

  

   "The cunning Sargeras blocked Elune's blessing, but he could not cut our connection with Azeroth!"

  

   "We are part of Azeroth, we live and die with Azeroth!"

  

   "All for Azeroth!"

  

   While talking, Zuifeng finally stood up with his staff.

  

  ……………………

  

   The staff in Zuifeng's hand is Shaohao's last legacy-Shenlong Shaohao's staff of mist.

  

   Before the War of the Ancients, Shaohao used this staff to cast spells on the stage of Yongchun, transforming into a mist and sheltering Pandaria for ten thousand years.

  

   The brass bell on the staff once reminded Shaohao of his mission when the evil demon eroded, and followed Shaohao through the last time.

  

   After Shaohao completed his mission and completely dissipated, the staff was handed over to Drunk Wind.

  

   Zuifeng has always been reluctant to use this staff, because it represents sacrifice.

  

   Shaohao didn't overcome his pride, but he found another way to prevent the influence of pride on him, which is sacrifice.

  

Because Shaohao was the last emperor of the Pandaren, he must bear the weight if he wanted to wear the crown. The emperor’s responsibility left Shaohao with nowhere to go. So when the Pandaren were not ready to face the devil, Shaohao sacrificed himself and gave Pandaren bought enough time.

  

   Ten thousand years of vicissitudes.

  

   The agriculture of the Valley of the Four Winds has been greatly developed, and the fierce battle of Panlongji also made the Pandaren adapt to the war.

  

   And now, Azeroth needs a hero to make sacrifices.

  

   Zuifeng actually thought a lot.

  

  When I was in Pandaria, I had seen a **** battle between the Shado-Pan and the mantid-in the reincarnation of the mantid, there were countless Beaulieu Spine guards holding the explosive pot and died with the mantid.

  

  In Draenor, drunken eyes watched Lothar the Azeroth lion raise his sword towards Kil'jaeden at the last moment.

  

   On the top of Grim Batol, Levi Khan’s laughter still lingers in Drunk Wind’s ears.

  

  On Mount Hyjal, the elf rushed towards Archimonde amid the sound of the horn, and finally eliminated the polluters.

  

   Zuifeng has always convinced himself that he is the most important one and cannot fall too early-if you don't have yourself, who can save the world in this Azeroth without a man?

  

   And now, facing Sargeras, Drunk Wind has nothing to do.

  

   Maybe, this time it's really my turn.

  

   Zuifeng held the staff and walked firmly to Sargeras.

  

   On the other side, Sargeras felt fear.

  

   On Drunk Wind’s body, Sargeras felt a surging power that he had never experienced before!

  

   Sargeras used to be the Titan who mastered the power of order, and he also felt the terrifying of the Void Lord of the Shadow World, but he felt a different kind of power in Drunk Wind.

  

   can't speak of order or chaos.

  

   is neither bright nor dark.

  

   But it was just right, as if it should have been.

  

   This kind of power is completely beyond Sargeras's comprehension range, so for a while he was a little at a loss.

  

   However, the fallen Titan quickly recovered his calm.

  

   The universe is vast. Isn’t it because I despise Aman Sur’s self-righteousness?

  

   No matter how special the power this Pandaren gets, there is no way to turn the sky in front of him!

  

  Because I am Sargeras!

  

   So, in the raging flames, Sargeras raised the long sword in his hand.

  

   At this time, Elune's will has almost completely withdrawn from Drunk Wind's body~www.ltnovel.com~ Now Drunk Wind is a complete mortal.

  

   But even so, in the face of Sargeras' attack, Drunk still took it easy.

  

   On the staff, the mist 荦荦.

  

   When Sargeras' long sword was slashed, the staff appeared in the path of the long sword just right, blocking Sargeras' attack.

  

   "Dingling Dingling——"

  

   The brass bell on the top of the staff made a crisp sound. It was originally a battle of life and death, but inexplicably it gave a sense of leisure.

  

   Sargeras closes the sword and slashes again, and Zuifeng's block is still just right-even after blocking Sargeras' attack, Zuifeng can take the opportunity to take two steps forward, forcing Sargeras to retreat!

  

   In this way, Zuifeng and Sargeras fought together.

  

  ……………………

  

   Azeroth, the moonlight flickers.

  

   Drunk Wind’s words injected a powerful force into everyone. Although Elune’s brilliance was absent, the coalition forces kept suppressing the demons.

  

   Although the battlefield situation is dominant, everyone's heart is not at ease.

  

   I don't know what happened to Zuifeng.

  

   Facing Sargeras, can Drunk Wind hold on?

  

   At this time, Nomi in Stormwind suddenly felt a palpitation.

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