Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 898 228. Drinking wine and singing, suddenly - Last month’s monthly ticket added [825]

"Here, eat some fruit. I remember you like to eat fruit."

In the dwarf's trading station, Brian came over with a basket of fruit, placed it on the table, and kindly pushed the fruit to the bear man sitting opposite him.

The latter glanced at the fruit, shook his head, and stubbornly held a box of small cakes made by the human chef to eat.

This little panda looks very interesting. She has lush black hair and a face covered with mane, just like a cat, but the hair around her eyes is black.

There is also a pair of clear green eyes, black pupils, and furry bear ears.

She has the claws of a bear and a cat combined, but very flexible.

Brian observed the red panda.

He knew that this strange race was called Pandaren, a very rare secluded race. The old dwarf had forged contact with them during an expedition more than a hundred years ago.

It is said that they live on the back of a large turtle, which carries their city on its back and swims in the endless sea. Only the luckiest people can see the turtle's face.

Brian couldn't imagine a turtle so big that it could carry a city on its back, but he believed the legend.

Because he has seen many, many incredible things.

"Can you understand my language?"

The old dwarf sat on a chair and put his pet monkey aside. He said:

"Your tribe told me last time that you have your own language, but you also know the common language. They also said that every once in a while, you will send an 'envoy' to travel around the world.

But you possess mysterious power that prevents other races from paying attention to your existence.

Are you this generation’s ‘wanderer’? "

The bear-cub didn't answer.

Pretend you don't understand what Brian is saying.

The cunning old dwarf rolled his eyes, sighed again, and said deliberately:

“Alas, I heard the story of the great sea turtle Shen Zhenzi from the previous Wanderer. He was injured and unfortunately died in our city.

He is my best friend"

"You're a liar, you bearded man! Uncle Chen won't die!"

When the little bear man heard the old dwarf's nonsense, he couldn't help it. He jumped up and screamed several times with his teeth and claws bared. Although the accent is strange, it is definitely the lingua franca of all races.

"Ha, I knew you would understand, you cunning little panda."

Brian laughed and scratched his beard, grabbed an apple and threw it to the aggressive red panda man. He said:

"Okay, okay, I'm lying. I was a member of your tribe who met you more than a hundred years ago, in an undiscovered elven ruins in Kalimdor.

At that time, he was mourning the souls of those elves, and he also talked to me about some past events.

He told me that 10,000 years ago, the land of Azeroth was shared by three races, namely the elves, the trolls, and you, the pandaren. Each of the three civilizations had their own empires.

The elves and trolls are fighting endlessly, but the pandaren abide by their neutrality. You also sent envoys to meet Azshara, hoping to do trade.

Unfortunately, the War of the Ancients interrupted all of this.

The world fell apart, the elves' empire was finished, and the trolls suffered heavy losses. Only the emperor of the pandaren sacrificed himself using some secret method to protect his people and country when the world fell apart. "

Speaking of this, Brian glanced at the red panda man and said:

"I also know that you Pandaren are a group of 'prodigal sons'. It is said that your ancestors longed for the outside world, so they traveled from the Misty Continent, but something went wrong along the way, so they could not return to their hometown.

Your hometown is in the mist of the South China Sea, right? "

"how do you know?"

The little panda bit the apple and said doubtfully:

"Only our tribe knows this secret."

"I said, it was the panda who told me, but I also swore not to tell anyone else about it. Oh, you don't know how uncomfortable it is to keep a secret."

Brian stroked his beard and said:

"You clearly know a shocking secret, but you can't share this secret with others. You can only record it in your diary. It's so uncomfortable. Oh, speaking of which, where is the diary I just put here?"

The old dwarf suddenly discovered something that he had forgotten. He scratched his head and stood up, and began to look around the room for the Zandalari excavation information that he had just collected halfway.

But I couldn't find it no matter what, it seemed like it had disappeared out of thin air.

"Taken by a man."

The little panda suddenly said:

"Just now, when you pulled me out of the cellar, I saw a sneaky man sneak into the house and take away the big notebook you put here.

I thought that was your servant, after all he was wearing a servant's clothes. "

"It was stolen!"

The old dwarf exclaimed and said anxiously:

"It's broken. I wrote down all the clues about the 'Prison of the Titans' that I found in Walton and Nazmir. Old Garni specifically warned me not to show those things to others.

Red Panda, can you still remember what that person looks like?

We must catch him! "

"Well let me think about it."

The mysterious little panda man held his chin up with his paws and said while eating an apple:

"It's a human being, tall and thin."

"There are tall and thin humans everywhere here. You can't find thieves with this."

The old dwarf covered his face and said with a look of despair:

"I don't want to get into trouble, and damn, I'm in trouble again."

"Also, that person's hair is orange!"

The red panda revealed another characteristic.

The old dwarf's eyes lit up.

"Ha, I know who it is."

He banged the table and cursed:

"It's Bard! Bard Nedrake, a notorious antiquities dealer. His family is very well-connected in the Kingdom of Stormwind. That guy must have stolen my notes.

Ever since I had a conflict with him at the pirate trade fair in Tol Barad last time, that bastard has been hoping to steal my knowledge in exchange for money. He is really evil. "

"Is there anything important in that diary of yours?"

The red panda asked curiously.

The old dwarf glanced at her and said in a threatening voice:

"My diary is amazing. It records a terrifying monster that can destroy the world. It is a terrifying truth that the entire Explorers Association has never faced since its establishment.

Even the Loa of Zandalari are afraid of it. I am probably the first, probably the second or third mortal in this world to know the existence of this dark secret.

I swear based on my two hundred years of adventure experience, once that thing is opened, half of the world will instantly go crazy. "

"Wow, that sounds interesting."

Unexpectedly, the little panda was not afraid, but its eyes lit up. She licked the cream on her lips and said:

"Do you people face such exciting things every day? I'm so envious. Then who is the first mortal to know this dark secret?"

"Probably Zul, the Dark Prophet of Zandalari."

Old Brian quickly searched for all kinds of garbage in the room, and while working, he said:

"But it could also be the pirate prophet Black Shaw. Both of them are prophets, and both have magical legends. Even if I don't really believe in prophecies, the rumors from the outside world are so fierce, so I guess they are not just bragging.

And Blackshaw has been to Nazmir and Vol'ton, so I think he must know something. "

"Sounds awesome."

The red panda listened with great interest. She noticed Brian sorting out the garbage and asked:

"What are you doing? A kind-hearted and knowledgeable bearded man."

"Well, I'm happy when you say I'm knowledgeable, but I'm not happy when you say I'm a bearded spirit. I'm a dwarf! You can call me Brian."

The old dwarf ignored the little panda's inquiry. He took a half-eaten apple from the little panda's hand and placed it on a pile of garbage, as if it were a tribute.

Under the curious gaze of the red panda, Brian muttered something and put down a lifelike ugly wooden sculpture.

The next moment.

"boom"

In the smoke, old Garni, wagging his head and tail, appeared on the garbage pile, causing the red panda to exclaim.

"what?"

When Old Garni saw that it was Brian who had summoned it, his face suddenly changed. When it was in Wharton, it was almost angered to death by this old dwarf who was causing trouble everywhere.

"My diary was stolen."

Brian said something, and Old Garni said angrily:

"Go and snatch it back if it's stolen! Why are you looking for me? I'm not your father! Do you still need me to do something like this? You bastards, can you respect me?

No matter what, I am still a powerful Loa!

Loa, do you understand?

If you piss me off, I'll send a microraptor to bite you off. Ahem, don't listen to this, little girl. "

The God of Garbage Man glanced at the red panda. It was also the first time for him to see this kind of creature. He couldn't help but look at it a few more times and thought to himself that this bear man looked really interesting.

"No, Old Garni, Odile is recorded in that diary!"

Brian explained:

"I followed your instructions and didn't tell anyone what I found in Nazmir, but I wrote it down in my diary, and now that diary has been stolen by an antiquities dealer who is obsessed with money.

They will definitely go to Zandalar to cause trouble. "

"What kind of diary are you writing! Who would be a serious person to write a diary?"

Hearing what the old dwarf said, old Garni was so angry that he felt dizzy.

It jumped around on the garbage pile, complained angrily, and sent Microraptor to look for Bud, the cultural relic dealer who had stolen the diary, all over the treasure pirates.

"Dear Loa, you seem to be very good at finding things. Can you help me find something?"

The red panda jumped up and said to Old Garni with great respect:

"I want to find someone, my Uncle Chen. I don't know where he went."

"It's not my job to find people, little girl."

Old Garni always looked kindly to the children. He shook his head and said:

"You have to go to the djinn next door for this job. It's very good at finding people."

After saying that, Old Garni glared at the old dwarf who had caused the trouble, turned around and disappeared into the smoke. It seemed that it had found the diary and wanted to teach the bold thief a lesson.

"Who is the djinn?"

The little panda saw Old Garni disappearing, and turned to look at the old dwarf. Brian took out an elemental emblem from his arms, threw it to the little panda, and said:

"The Djinn is the Djinn, a dangerous guy who claims to be omnipotent. If you have air coins, you can summon him to do things for you."

After saying that, the old dwarf taught the red panda what air coins are.

When he heard that the air coins needed to be transformed with magical items, the little panda hesitantly took out a strange and beautiful bead from the bag he carried with him.

With a tangled look on his face, he considered whether to sacrifice it and summon the djinn.

But the old dwarf next to him opened his eyes wide when he saw the bead. With his two hundred years of experience in treasure appraisal, he could tell at a glance that this bead was definitely extraordinary.

"Oh, little girl, this is not fun."

Brian took out a handful of air coins and stuffed them into the red panda, held the bead in his arms, rubbed it, and said:

"Such a large jade ball is rare. Our places do not produce jade. It is said that only Pandaria produces this rare gem."

"That's not just Jade Ball. Be careful. There is no other one in the whole world."

The red panda seemed to want to tell the details of the jade ball, but she obviously didn't trust Old Brian very much, so she swallowed it halfway and began to use the elemental emblem to summon the djinn.

After a period of friction, the lamp god Al Abbas appeared in the wind, still in his classic old dress. The moment he appeared, he clasped his hands and saluted the red panda.

It shook its marshmallow-like body and said:

"Hello, my 1425627th trader, what kind of service do you want from the great and just Al Abbas?"

"I'm looking for my Uncle Chen."

The little panda raised his head and said to the genie:

"I ran away from Wandering Island just to find him. Uncle Chen is a wanderer of this generation, but I don't know where he went. Can you bring him to me?"

"Well, you have to at least tell me a name, little girl."

The genie said in a gentle tone:

"And some of his characteristics."

"His name is Chen Stormstout, and he's a Pandaren like me!"

The red panda waved its paw and said:

"Now in the entire Azeroth, except for the Wandering Island and Pandaria, there should be only two pandaren, Uncle Chen and me. They are easy to find."

"Oh, I understand when you say that."

The djinn shook his body, spread his paws and said:

"This feature was so identifiable that I immediately found him. The wind told me that he was returning from victory in the Desolate Land and drinking with a group of tauren.

This service is so easy that I can't bear to charge you too much.

But it would take more than half the world to bring him to you, so you have to pay me three thousand air coins. "

"But I don't have any air coins anymore."

The red panda looked pitiful and cute, and found that the djinn was not willing to accept this trick. She turned to look at the old dwarf who was studying the jade ball behind her. She rolled her eyes and said to Brian:

"Hey, kind-hearted bearded man. Uh, no, kind-hearted Brian, can you help me advance the money? You are an explorer, right? If you help me find Uncle Chen, I will tell you a secret .

A secret about Pandaria. "

"Um?"

Old Brian looked at the red panda suspiciously. He felt that this red panda was very deceptive.

"Really, I'm not lying to you."

The red panda waved its paw and said:

"I have a way to enter the Misty Continent, but I have to have Uncle Chen come back to help me!"

"Are you serious?"

The old dwarf suddenly stood up. The red panda nodded vigorously and said seriously:

"I promise with the name of the Stormstout family! Also, my name is Lili, please don't call me Red Panda again."

"Okay, panda people attach great importance to their surnames. It's their inheritance."

Blake took out a bag from his suitcase and threw it to the djinn. He said:

"I've paid for Lili's service fee. Bring her Uncle Chen over quickly."

"Very good, the transaction is completed, please wait a moment."

The djinn didn't care about the dwarf's rudeness. He took the bag of air coins and shook it before disappearing.

A few seconds later, amidst the strong wind and the screams of the monkey pet Greb, an adult panda wearing black clothes, wearing a bamboo hat, carrying a stick on his back, and carrying a wine barrel appeared in the trading station with a bang. inside.

He hadn't yet reacted to what was going on, but the pressure that spanned half the world in an instant made even a legendary monk like him feel uncomfortable all over his body.

It was like being pushed to the ground by a hundred hozens and beaten hard.

"Uncle Chen!"

"Lili? Aren't you on the Wandering Island? How could it be...ah, I understand, I must have drunk too much, no, I have to drink a few more sips, um, to sober up."