Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Huangliang Pavilion" is a very poetic and artistic place. Its name comes from the allusion of "Huangliang A Dream" in the tradition of the Panda people. At first glance, it seems that it is a name given by educated people.

This is the home of Pandaren Lorewalker Zhou Zhuo.

It is also his ancestral property passed down from generation to generation. It is built on the sea cliff in the southernmost part of the Emerald Forest. Every summer, you can watch the ebb and flow of the tide here. It is really a great scenery.

Adhering to the style of Panda's literati, Zhou Zhuo's father also planted a lot of bamboo here, and now it has grown into a large bamboo forest, making the courtyard of Huangliang Pavilion hidden in the bamboo forest, very elegant and quiet.

However, it is possible that Father Zhou planted bamboo to change the bad scenery in front of Huangliang Pavilion.

Because there is a large swamp in front of the courtyard, where not only ferocious six-legged crocodiles grow, but also Pandaria's unique fog monsters, it doesn't seem like a good place.

Zhou Zhuo has never understood what his father was thinking back then. Why did he move his family to this place?

However, his father and mother are both well-known local Pandaren monks and warriors. They are probably not afraid of six-legged crocodiles and elusive fog monsters. Unfortunately, he has been too weak to practice martial arts since he was a child, so he always feels a little nervous living here.

Fortunately, before his father and mother passed away, they left him a noble-blooded Xianglong companion, Mi Shi, as well as Zhongxia, the brain-axe whom Zhou Zhuo had raised since childhood, and the crane Aqiu, who had been protecting and accompanying him.

But today, old Zhou Zhuo ran into trouble.

A trouble that cannot be dealt with by Mi Shi, Zhong Xia and A Qiu together.

"You have a nice place, it's perfect for hiding."

The smelly pirate looked around carelessly in the pavilion high up in Huangliang Pavilion.

This Pandaren Manor is located high up, so you can observe the surrounding activities very well. The back is close to the sea cliff of 100 feet, so no one can invade and ambush from here.

To go straight ahead, you have to pass through the large swamp.

No matter how powerful the monk warrior is, he will be exposed when he passes by there. Only the top stalkers and thieves can approach quietly.

This is simply a perfect defensive location. If there is another flying mount, it can be advanced, attacked, retreated and defended.

This made Blake look at the trembling scholar Zhou Zhuo sitting at the table with a suspicious look. He suspected that this guy might have some origins that he didn't know yet.

"I'll be staying here for the next few days, is that okay?"

Blake knocked on the table and said to Zhou Zhuo:

"Don't worry, I will pay for the room, and don't be afraid, I don't eat people. The meat of you pandas is sour, and eating it will cause stomach upset."

These words made Zhou Zhuo shake his body again.

The powerless traveler is about to burst into tears. Is this good luck or bad luck?

Everywhere he goes, he encounters the big bad guy who triggers the demonic invasion, but the big bad guy kidnaps him all the way back to his home.

He still wants to live here.

But the problem is that Qinglong Temple has notified the Shado-Pan to hunt down the big bad guy. When the masters of the Shado-Pan arrive, it will be hard to explain when they see themselves living with the big bad guy.

"How long will you stay?"

Zhou Zhuo sighed for a while, but quickly recovered.

No one who can be a traveler is timid. Although Lao Zhou looks weak, he actually has a courage in his heart and has the wisdom of a traveler. Knowing that he can't refuse this matter, he wants to inquire more. Some information.

Faced with his question, Blake rubbed his forehead, calculated, and said:

“At the sailing speed of my ghost ship, my crew can cross the Endless Sea and reach the edge of the mist of the Emerald Forest in a week at most. At that time, I will find a way to get my ship in.

Don't cause trouble these days, just treat it as receiving an old friend. When all my people are here, I will leave the Emerald Forest.

I know what you are worried about, Mr. Zhou Zhuo, you can rest assured that although what happened at Qinglong Temple last night was bad in nature, it was also necessary.

I was just using the devil as bait to buy me time to see my compatriots. "

"Huh? Are you from Kul Tiran too?"

Zhou Zhuo was stunned for a moment, blinked and asked:

"Are those sailors who accidentally entered the fog your companions?"

"So be it."

Blake shrugged and said:

"They are marines and I am a pirate. They both make a living on the sea, and they are from the same country. I also have a relationship with the Proudmoore family, so in theory we are all the same.

You have raised them until they are white and fat. Their life in Qinglong Temple is better than their life in the barracks of Boralus, and they are all happy and unwilling to miss Shu.

I think even if the arrogant General Dai Lin comes to visit me, I will thank you for your help. "

"You seem to be dissatisfied with His Majesty Dai Lin, who is said to have outstanding merits?"

Zhou Zhuo blinked again. The instinct from a traveler made him smell the smell of gossip. He relaxed his fear slightly and asked:

"You also said before that you personally experienced the decisive battle between humans and orcs in the place called the Burning Plains? Do you know how Orgrim Doomhammer, the orc warchief, died?

Did he really die at the hands of the human Marshal Lothar?

Also, was Marshal Lothar really killed by those hateful nobles fighting for power?

Those sailors admired him very much. They told me that it was your human nobles who colluded with the evil black dragon and the devil to kill Marshal Lothar, so they also helped us fight against the devil last night. "

"Well, you have so many questions."

Blake looked at the scholar in front of him whose eyes were full of curiosity.

He shrugged, remembering the days and nights that Old Zhou spent with him in his gaming career, and showed a weird smile. He took out two bottles of Dongquan Fire Wine from his bag and threw one to Zhou Zhuo.

He bit off the lid first, took a sip, and groaned with pleasure, and then said:

"I do have dissatisfaction with Daelin, but this is a personal reason. From a Kul Tiran perspective, no one can deny the admiral's achievements.

He sacrificed his eldest sons to the war between humans and orcs. Well, I may be a little biased in saying this, but how can I put it, that guy is really not a guy that people can like.

As for Orgrim Doomhammer.

Yes, his body died under Lothar's sword, and his head was beheaded by the old Anduin Lothar with the legendary imperial sword Stromkar War Destroyer, but his spirit was still alive in his physical body. Still alive.

The powerful orc was summoned by Odin, the King of War, but he refused to become a heroic spirit. He was captured by the Valkyrie of Hela, the Lord of the Underworld, and almost became a soul butcher at the mercy of anyone.

Later, a kind-hearted pirate who accidentally passed by the battlefield gave him relief."

The smelly pirate blinked his eyes and said to Zhou Zhuo who was listening in rapt attention:

"It's me. I destroyed Orgrim's soul with my own hands and gave that tired and scarred soul the final relief. What do you mean by this expression?

you do not believe me? "

"Well, it's not that I don't believe it."

Zhou Zhuo took a sip of Dongquan Fire Wine. The delicious wine immediately made the traveler's eyes light up as soon as he took his mouth. He felt the power contained in the wine.

This is a special drink just like the magical wine brewed by the Pandaren Brewmasters!

Moreover, it has a strange taste that has never been experienced in Pandaria. It is as cold as an iceberg and as hot as lava. The two sensations merge together to whet your appetite.

The Lorewalker drank a few gulps, then wiped his mouth comfortably, burped, and said to Blake:

"It's just that the protagonists in those legendary stories appeared in front of me, which made me feel a little unreal. Was it really you who killed Orgrim and ended the Orc War?

You're not going to tell me next that you were also present when Marshal Lothar was attacked by the black dragon and demon, right? "

"Ha, not only was I there."

Blake leaned proudly on the yellow rosewood Pandaren-style recliner, snorted, and said to the Pandaren Lorewalker in front of him:

"Deathwing the Destroyer and Archimonde the Defiler were both fooled by me.

Lothar was not dead. He was first injured and poisoned by Zuljin, the chief of the Amani trolls, and then launched a charge attack on Deathwing at the last moment.

His body's fate was sealed by the fallen fire, but it was protected by the power of the Lord of War until he breathed his last.

He is between life and death.

Now he is placed in the North County Monastery of the Holy Land of Holy Light in the Kingdom of Stormwind. It is also the place where he spent his childhood and youth, and it is also the place where he did the first major thing in his life.

His fate is not over yet. Old Zhou, Anduin Lothar is destined to bear an extremely difficult and great fate. His fate is closely related to the fate of this world. "

"How did you know Lothar's fate?"

Zhou Zhuo has begun to believe Black's statement.

If it was really just bragging, no one could restore all the details to be so real. It's not like the pandaren have never encountered braggarts before. The land elves in Kun-Lai Mountain are good at doing business, and each of them is a braggart.

But the dads who are the best at bragging among the land spirits can't boast as powerfully as they are in front of them.

He just had a doubt.

He said to Blake:

"Are you a prophet? Just like the water prophets who can see fragments of the future through the water flow of Jinyu people?"

"No, no, no, I am different from the Jinyu sages."

Blake took a sip of wine, waved his finger at Zhou Zhuo, and said mysteriously:

“Although Jinyu people are very talented in this industry, they are just for fun.

The largest and most accurate prophecy in their history was to predict the occurrence of the Ancient War to your last emperor Shaohao, so that Shaohao could be prepared to sacrifice himself to save Pandaria.

but I

I am a true prophet.

If it were me ten thousand years ago, not only would I not let Shaohao die!

I will also help him become a great hero who leads the Pandaren Empire to save the entire ancient world of Azeroth from the clutches of demons and prevent the War of the Ancients from happening and the world falling apart.

False prophets only give countdowns to disasters and promote fear to strengthen their majesty, while true prophets eliminate disasters one by one before they break out.

But the world will only fear those second-rate magicians because of the cruelty of the disaster, but will not praise the greatness of the true prophets, because history never teaches them to praise things that have never happened.

Is this probably the so-called ‘people who are good at fighting have no great achievements’? "

"Wow, what you said makes sense!"

Zhou Zhuo stretched out his thumb and shook it in front of Blake's eyes and said:

"Facts aside, I also want to applaud what you said, but I still don't believe it because all your fellow Kul Tirans told me that the pirates on the sea are the most bragging bastards."

"Okay, okay, I know Lorewalkers are very serious about scholarship and wisdom, so I'll show you this!"

Blake mysteriously took out a bunch of things from his luggage and placed it on the table in front of Zhou Zhuo with a bang. It was a set of gorgeously decorated autobiographical novels.

Printed on the cover of each book is a picture of a beautiful and majestic blue dragon spreading its wings and flying under the moon. The names of this series of books are also very interesting.

Zhou Zhuo picked up a book and read it. It was called "Journey to the Stars: Knights, Greenskins and the Princess in the Second War".

This name made Lao Zhou frown. He wondered if the stinky pirate had picked up the wrong book. Why did this name smell like idol knight novels and chick literature?

But when he looked at all the remaining books, he realized that they were a set of "travel diaries". Each book had "Journey to the Stars" as the title, and the subtitles represented different journeys.

Including but not limited to: "The Seven Thousand Years of Pirates", "The Roar of the Bear in the North", "Moonlight, Demons and Black Dragons", "Sword of the Warrior King", "How Are Machines Made?" ”, “The Awakening of Ny’alotha”, “The Elegy of the Balrog”, “The Battle for the Supreme Warrior” and other titles that are very eye-catching at first sight.

There are also two unfinished drafts mixed in at the end.

The titles are "Buried Deeply in the Yellow Sand" and "The Love of Nature and the Earth" respectively. The authors of all these autobiographies are marked as "Little Stars", and the title pages all have the same dragon signature with flying and phoenix dancing.

This seems to be a pseudonym, probably one adopted by the real author to avoid some trouble.

"This is currently the best-selling leisure literature among the Dragon Legion and the spellcasting circles of Azeroth. Although it is full of exaggerated and romantic artistic plots, it is generally true.

Dragons like this set of books because the protagonist is one of them, they have big faces, and the plot is exciting and interesting. But cunning spellcasters read this set of books because it contains many secret powers and descriptions of various secret treasures.

I've heard that some greedy guys even treat this set of books as a 'treasure guide'. "

Blake complained, snapped his fingers and said:

“When you read, you only need to change the order of the ‘mighty, brave and beautiful star princess’ and her ‘cunning, cowardly, timid but handsome human servant’, and you will generally get the most authentic record.

These books describe in detail what I have experienced in the past two years. After reading them, you will probably have an idea of ​​what kind of person I am.

Hello!

Don't be in a hurry to read.

I'm hungry. Go and make me lunch. I know you're a good cook, and I haven't eaten anything since last night. I won't bother you. Just bring me eight or nine dishes. "

When Zhou Zhuo heard that the bad guy asked so much, his face suddenly fell.

But considering that I might not be able to defeat this bastard, I could only pick up a book and walk to the kitchen complaining. Soon, a tempting aroma wafted from there.

Oh, it seems that Lao Zhou even made soup for delivery. He’s so particular!

At the same time, on the other side, the Nagfar had just approached the maelstrom. The ghost ship was extremely fast. In the captain's cabin, the Parasaurus and the idiot Fenner were gathering together to comfort each other.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuupupuuuuuuuuuuuuuuupupuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu My idiot brother must be having a miserable life now."

Fenna covered her eyes and said:

"Maybe he is being bullied by monsters in the misty continent, maybe he is still hungry, and he was injured by the bad guy Azshara. What if there are two disadvantages?"

"I guess the captain won't be in a position to be bullied."

Sephiel whispered, but soon sighed:

"But his injury is indeed a problem, and he doesn't have anyone he can rest assured about. The little fishman ran after him, and the little fool couldn't take care of him. It's really worrying.

But don't be too anxious, we can get there in five days at most.

Captain.

No matter how difficult your life is, you must hold on! "

"A sneeze"

On the viewing platform of Huangliang Pavilion, we are enjoying eight dishes and one soup to the elegant melody of Zhou Zhuo playing the piano. We also use the aged wine left by Zhou Zhuo’s father to accompany the meal. We also watch the little fish man and the Xianglong Rice Master. The noisy Pirate suddenly sneezed.

He felt like someone was talking about him.

Hmm, it must have been another enemy opponent, remembered or not, who was cursing him to die on the spot, right?

Ignore it.