Panda’s Self-cultivation

Chapter 20: Goodbye Desolate Land

   Desolate, the west coast of Kalimdor.

   The tauren set up camp here and began to rest, while the original owner, Slipblade Naga, served him respectfully.

   Nasara, who saw him again, was unexpectedly drunk and seemed to have a pretty good time. It seems that the last failure not only didn't make her lose her original status, but made her opponent jump out stupidly-this Naga took the opportunity to clean up.

   "Don't stare at me like that, Naga." Drunk Wind was very uncomfortable with Nasara's straight eyes, "I will give you this Azshara Olympic Championship as promised."

   "I am not worried about this." Nasara shook his head, "I just have two questions."

   "Huh? You said."

"The first question, how long are you going to stay here?" Azshara pointed to the tauren whose IQ was finally relaxed after being relaxed. "Their Sa Huan on this beach seriously disturbed my people. It is even more frightening that the murlocs ruled by our clan dared not show up. If this continues, our winter will be unpleasant."

"Uh..." Seeing a tauren warrior ran into the sea, scared the murloc and fled, laughed, drunk wind also had a headache, "This is really sorry, I will restrain them, I hope you can Understand, these tauren have just gone through a series of battles that determine the future of their race, so they are indeed abnormal after relaxing. But you can rest assured that we will stay here for at most ten days, and then we will leave here."

  Nasara nodded and asked the second question.

   "Can I form an alliance with you on behalf of the Skipper clan?"

what? !

   Drunk Wind was stunned by the question of the four-armed Naga. In this case, if the Naga were to form an alliance, he must be a little brother. When will he be able to shake his body and have a little brother sent? !

   "Can you tell me your reason? It was not very pleasant to know the last time we met."

   "I don't care about being defeated," Nasara shook his head, "I don't care what my idiots think."

"I am different from other naga, I am the first naga. Ten thousand years ago, I followed in the footsteps of Queen Azshara, but in the end there were some changes that prevented me from approaching our capital, Jin Isa. Pull, so after the big bang, I did not sink into the endless sea, but came here. My compatriots all lost their minds, struggling to die in the addiction, and maybe I resisted the addiction, and He didn't lose his mind, so he survived."

   "I don't want to be trapped in this half-human half-snake Naga body anymore!" Nasara looked a little excited, "I want to lift this **** curse!"

   "Uh, do you believe I can help you?"

   "No, I believe in destiny."

   "Fate?"

  Nasara suddenly came up and sniffed at the drunk wind.

"Ten thousand years is much longer than you can imagine. During this long time, I was tortured by magic addiction, so it is difficult to grow my strength, but as I had to calm down and fight against magic addiction, I gradually Be able to figure out the track of some time-you have the taste of time."

   "I truly believe that you can help us get a new life."

  ……………………

   In the end, Drunk Wind accepted Nasara's suggestion. After all, there is no harm in accepting a bit of kindness. Although this Naga saw something wrong in his eyes, he couldn't tell what was wrong.

  The way to form an alliance is also very simple. Kane Bloodhoof, Drunken Wind Ironpaw, and Nasara Slipblade face the sea, and in the name of their most cherished things, they pledged to help each other.

   Then, Kane Bloodhoof used the reason of welcoming new allies to force Zuifeng to make a big meal, which made Zuifeng have to worry. The dignified Tauren Chief seemed to be addicted to food.

   A week later, Gazlowe’s fleet arrived late and arrived with the ship, as well as the most important supply for the tauren at present.

   "For the sake of gold coins, I want to kill you!" Gazlowe, who got off the boat, looked energetic, jumped up and tried to give everyone a hug.

   After experiencing a series of bitter battles, and then hearing Gazlowe's slick tone, whether it's Drunken Wind or Kane Bloodhoof, I have to admit that there is a sense of relief in my heart at this time.

   "It took me a lot of effort this time to get five ships. These are all big guys. They are walking along the coast anyway. I think you don't mind overloading them, right."

   "Of course I don't mind." Zuifeng shrugged, "Actually, we got the help of Slipblade Naga. If it wasn't for your food, we could even rely on these rafts to get to where we want to go..."

"It hurts me too much to say that~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Anyway, according to the contract, you can't give me one less!" Gazlowe jumped anxiously when his wealth was threatened. I got a boat, but I borrowed a lot of money from the headquarters of the Red Sand Group!"

   Zuifeng and Kane Bloodhoof looked at Gazlowe pretending to be pitiful, and couldn't help laughing, "Don't worry, Caifan, you won't be short of your gold coins!"

   Soon, the first tauren got on the boat and set off. The battle in the Desolate Land was finally over. Under the plan of Drunk Wind, after the tauren crossed the sea, Jin Chan escaped from the shell, not only preserved his strength, but also trapped the main centaur in the Desolate Land.

   These five ships are big enough, it only takes six round trips to transport everyone to the far-sighted corner of the Stonetalon Mountains, and then meet the warriors of the wild mane.

   Zuifeng boarded the ship in the last batch. Coincidentally, this ship was the anchor bolt that he took when he arrived at Kalimdor. This time the can is no longer seasick, and he is not traveling alone.

Facing the habitual sea breeze, Drunk Wind’s thoughts also drifted away: It seems that the improvement of his own strength also needs to be put on the agenda. Drunk Wind found that many enemies he was about to face could hardly cope with, but how to advance to the legendary monk, Drunk The wind is still helpless, unable to grasp the point. But no matter how difficult it is, I need to continue on the way of a monk.

   Looking at the coastline that fades away and finally disappears in the field of vision, Drunk Wind finally waved his hand gently, goodbye, desolate place!

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