Make the dragon great again

Chapter 326 Pandaren 'Evergreen'

Without looking at the reactions of the half-elves below, Adrian ignored the situation below after finishing speaking.

He turned his gaze to the north, where the last place that hadn't been 'cleaned up' was also the direction of the bamboo mountain where the pandaren lived.

In fact, this United City is already the last big city in the central countries to be "recovered".

Adrian thought that Oppenheimer, who had been inactive for the past few days, would put the final measure here, so he was ready to come in person, but he never thought that he had already opened the door of space. The subordinates also cleaned up the battlefield almost, but they still didn't see the opponent make a move.

"Did I make a mistake? He didn't actually want to take this opportunity to develop into [Undead Scourge]?"

After much deliberation, Adrian can only come to this conclusion:
The other party is not sure that they can develop this [Undead Plague] into [Undead Scourge] while facing themselves, and the central countries are not within the range of the strength of those traitors, so they simply do not plan to further develop [Undead Calamity], it's fine to complete the seventh-order promotion...

"That's it?"

Adrian felt aggrieved as he punched the air.

Who is my battle of wits and courage for?
"It shouldn't be that simple," Adrian analyzed rationally.

"Could it be that they are ambushing on the side of Zhushan, waiting for me to go over?"

North Face at the same time as Adrian is once again routinely overanalyzing.

Located in the northernmost part of the central countries, Zhushan is a small mountain range that is not too big. The altitude is neither high nor low. The mountain is steep and continuous with peaks. , are hardly going to happen here.

There really isn't that much flat ground for people to fight on...

Apart from mountains being mountains, very little land is flat.

The terrain is not suitable for the development of farming, which has long been avoided by civilized society.

In other words, the pandaren, who are sparsely populated and have no desire to expand, can rely on the natural resources of Zhushan to achieve self-sufficiency...

Since the third era, the long-lived species has withdrawn from the continental stage, and the pandaren with powerful force values ​​have guarded this area countless times, making it unaffected by the development and evolution of external civilizations for thousands of years.

It's like a paradise here.

In the past, only superhumans who treat nature sincerely and have a pure "heart of martial arts" will be allowed by the pandaren to enter this mountain range and gain their friendship.

but now……

A few undead knights riding skeleton warhorses rampaged through the bamboo forest. Wherever they passed, the green plants withered and the soil was deserted. In front of them were some fleeing demihumans, mainly centaurs. There are some wounded demihumans.

Centaurs are a nomadic people of the Gaia subspecies. Their range of activities is on the grassland bordering the frozen soil in the northern part of the continent in the northern part of the demi-human countries, and they occasionally come to the demi-human countries to do some business.

This time [Undead Plague], the centaurs were the first to be affected, but if the winged humans were not counted, the centaurs suffered the least.

Although the nomads had no city to escape the disaster of war, the extremely high mobility of the individuals allowed the centaurs to mobilize spontaneously and organize effective evacuation as soon as the disaster happened.

The undead tide couldn't catch up with the centaurs at all, so they had to turn to besiege the towns of other demihumans.

However, the tribal chiefs of the centaur were far-sighted at any rate, knowing the truth of death, they didn't just walk away, but tried their best to help other demihumans.

However, there were too many undead creatures, and they were mere centaurs, unable to recover at all. In the end, they could only do a little rescue work on the periphery.

Even some of the centaurs who had penetrated too deep in the early days are now trapped in the [Undead Plague] outbreak area, unable to safely withdraw, and can only retreat to Zhushan step by step...

In the fleeing team, a centaur warrior at the head suddenly stood up, the human figure's upper body twisted back in a semicircle, and shot seven or eight arrows from the bow in his hand, precisely hitting the knees of the front legs of the undead knight mounts.

The horse stumbled, and the skeleton warhorse shattered into bones. The undead knights were not seriously injured, but the pursuit was slowed down.

On the other hand, the centaur warrior was surrounded by pursuers because he stopped to shoot accurately.

"Go first, I'll stop you!"

"Tork!" the other centaurs exclaimed.

The centaur named Tork waved his war bow, and the bone blades extending from both ends repelled the approaching undead, and said loudly:

"Go find those pandaren! Find them and save me, go!"

After all, the centaur is a fighting nation, without so much nonsense, and not hypocritical. After taking a last look at Tork, they ran towards the mountains.

"Come on! You monsters who are neither dead nor alive, in front of you is the centaur warrior Tork Bone Bow!"

The melee combat skills of the centaur are unique. The arms of the upper body fight like normal Gaia species, while the center of gravity of the lower body rests on a pair of front legs. The hind legs are raised from time to time, and the rear feet with special iron hooves pop out like ballistas. , You have to break a few bones when you rub it.

When the fighting speed increases to a certain level, the centaur with a pair of front legs as the center of gravity looks like a big spinning top.

It looks a little dizzy.

Tork's battle strength is strong, but he can't withstand the increasing number of undead creatures. When he has been surrounded by undead creatures and he hasn't seen reinforcements for a long time, he knows that he is afraid that he is in danger. .

"Being able to die in battle is a glorious ending for a centaur warrior! It's just a pity that I will probably become a part of these monsters after I die..."

Tork made up his mind that he might be transformed into an undead creature after he died in battle, so when the final limit came, he must explode all the remaining power in his body and blow himself to pieces!

Along the way, he has seen too many people who were companions at one moment, and were polluted and transformed into undead creatures the next moment...

The war bow had already been broken, and Tork wielded a pair of short-handled battle axes, and rushed forward with difficulty among more and more dense undead creatures.

"Is it so far..."

Just when Tork was about to give up and prepare to commit suicide, on the hill deep in the bamboo forest, a long stick whizzed towards this side like a boomerang.

The long stick was covered with a layer of faint white air, and wherever it passed, the undead creatures would shatter at the touch of a touch, forcibly clearing a path from the outside to Tork's side.

Tork, who had already lost a battle ax in the battle, subconsciously reached out to catch it, and easily grabbed the long stick in his hand. The moment he touched the white air on it, the exhausted Tork immediately hit him. With a shock, the strength in the body is regenerated.

Immediately, without even thinking about it, he took advantage of the fact that the white air on the long stick had not dissipated completely, and the "path" was not blocked by undead creatures again, so he rushed forward.

After suffering multiple wounds on his body again, Tork finally broke out of the encirclement and came to the hill where the long stick was thrown.

At this time, the white air on the long stick has completely dissipated. Looking carefully, it turns out that this is an ordinary bamboo. What is not ordinary is the white air.

"Don't be in a daze, hurry up and follow me." A voice sounded from the side.

Tork looked up and saw a round and cute upright bear with black and white hair all over his body.

This is a pandaren, and judging from the tattered robes with many pockets sewn on it, this is exactly a pandaren [monk]. Judging by the number of pockets on his body, he should be of a high status The 'elders'.

Tolk thought so.

At this time, the pandaren just pushed out a palm to one side, and the slightly whitish aura spread forward in a fan shape, directly shaking the few skeleton soldiers used in front.

What surprised Tork even more was that the scattered skeleton soldiers did not reunite on their own, and the breath of death on them seemed to be wiped off directly.

This is the power of [Warrior Monk] that has made countless long-lived seekers elusive, and the Pandaren call it "Qi Jin".

Weird name.

"go!"

The pandaren put away the bamboo hat on his head and galloped towards the depths of the bamboo mountain. Tork quickly followed.

It was also the first time for Tork to come into contact with pandaren. After being out of danger for a while, he had the leisure to observe this race that has always been known for its mystery.

The way the pandaren run is also very strange to Tork.

It obviously has a pair of legs that are not good at jumping and running, but it is fast when driving, and it even jumps and jumps, just like a rabbit;
The most amazing thing is that sometimes the pandaren's footholds are clearly on some seemingly fragile branches and bamboo trunks. In those places where Tork thinks it is impossible to use strength, the pandaren can still It is unreasonable to realize the use of force to jump again, and jump far away with one jump.

But, the "unreasonableness" of this world is actually a kind of "common sense". Tork is just surprised, not too surprised.

On the contrary, it was the opponent's "Qi" that seemed to be the nemesis of undead creatures, which shocked Tork even more.

As he went deeper into the bamboo mountain, the terrain became steeper and steeper, and Tork had to use his little vitality on his four hooves to create an attraction between the rocks and soil, so as not to slip and slide down.

Although it is troublesome to walk, at least those undead creatures can't invade in groups...

Coming to a gentle area on the mountainside, Tork finally saw his companions again.

The people who survived the catastrophe were touched by each other, and Tork solemnly thanked the pandaren who rescued him from the siege.

The pandaren waved his hand and said:

"It's okay, it's okay, 'When the road is injustice, draw your sword to help' is our ancestral motto."

The pandaren uttered a proverb with weird grammar, maybe this is their traditional culture, right?Torque didn't think about it.

"Anyway, without Your Excellency's help, I'm afraid I'd already be one of those monsters."

"This is what it should be. 'Heroes and righteousness' is our ancestral motto, not to mention those monsters have come to our door."

Another strange sentence.

After exchanging pleasantries, Tork learned that this pandaren's name was 'Evergreen', a name with a somewhat strange pronunciation.

Pandaren Changqing held a bamboo stick in his mouth and said:

"In the past few days, not only you, but also many people have fled to Zhushan. We have rescued everyone we can. Now they are all concentrated in our village deep in Zhushan. Come along with me. Is there anyone here? and a place of self-cultivation."

Tolk and others naturally have no objection.

Following Changqing, Tork and others discovered that the internal environment of Zhushan was not as bad as it looked from the outside. Although the mountain road was still narrow, the mountains were surrounded by clouds and mist, which had a unique aesthetic feeling.

"Mr. Changqing, you pandaren seem to be... different from our cognition, I mean, in our impression, you should not be willing to meddle in other people's affairs."

On the way, Tork asked the pandaren Evergreen.

"Well... how should I put it, although we really don't want to care about it, it's not because we are indifferent or something, it's just because we pandaren have a mission and must protect something as a whole family, so all pandaren I swore to never leave Zhushan.”

"It turns out that's the case...but this kind of thing, is it really good to tell us these outsiders?"

"Haha, it doesn't matter. In fact, many people outside knew what we were guarding, but the problem is, we didn't know what we were guarding. We just followed the ancestral precepts. , stay here from generation to generation, waiting for the destiny to come..."

"Tian Ming? It's a very mysterious word." Tork pretended to understand with a straight face.

"Hahaha, in fact, we ourselves don't really understand what destiny is, and it's only those old guys who occasionally say some very obscure interpretations."

The panda man laughed, and casually broke off a section from the tender pillar beside him, stuffed it into his mouth and began to babble.

"Isn't Mister Changqing the elder of the Pandaren? I see a lot of bags on your clothes."

Tolk heard about the customs of some Pandaren, and knew that [monks] among them would distinguish their status and strength by the number of extra pockets sewn on their robes.

For example, those with nine bags are considered "elders" in the pandaren clan...

"You mean this?" Chang Qing shook the nine baggy pockets on his robe.

"It's the elder, but I, the law enforcement elder, are actually only in charge of fighting. I don't understand things that are too profound, haha!"

Changqing's character is very straightforward, and it didn't take long for Tork and others to get closer to him, and they talked more casually.

"[Undead Plague] Ah... It has happened several times in the past few thousand years, and every time someone will come to Zhushan to take refuge."

Speaking of [Undead Plague], Changqing shook his head.

"But how should I put it? According to the records of our clan, the [Undead Plague] that comes every few hundred or thousand years seems to erupt suddenly, and the momentum in the early stage is so fast that people have no time to react. It seems to be Some people or forces are secretly arranging it."

Centaurs don't have much habit of recording history, and even if they have, most of them are lost in the nomadic life for many years, so they are not sensitive to ancient stories thousands of years ago.

But they are still very concerned about what is happening now.

"You mean, the [Undead Plague] that is breaking out now was deliberately spread by someone!?"

Tork sucked in a breath of air, who the hell is capable of leading a [Undead Plague] that nearly destroyed all demi-human countries!
"I don't know, it's just a guess."

"Guess...can you be more specific?"

"Some people in our family speculate that this [Undead Plague] that breaks out every few hundred or thousand years is probably an attempt made by some fifth-level liches whose sanity has reached a critical value in order to break through the [Legendary]."

Changqing shrugged and continued:
"But you also know that this continent seems to be cursed by some god. [Legend] is simply a legend. No one or any creature can cross that last shackle...

Therefore, each [Undead Plague] will suddenly subside after a period of time, as if it had never appeared before, presumably because the Lich that caused this [Undead Plague] failed to advance, so [Undead Plague] is losing After the host, it quickly dissipated. "

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To be continued, change first and then change.

The pandaren's painting style conflicts with the western fantasy style of the full text, I don't know if it will be mixed orz
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