Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 898 228. Drinking fine wine and singing, I was suddenly caught - Monthly Pass Plus Update [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, put it on the table, and pushed the fruit to the bear sitting opposite him with kindness.

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

   This bear bear looks very interesting, she has thick black hair and a mane on her face like a cat, but the hair around her eyes is black.

   also has clear green eyes, black pupils, and furry bear ears.

   She has combined bear and cat claws, but is flexible.

  Brian watched the little panda.

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

  It is said that they lived on the back of a large turtle that carried their city and swam in the endless sea, and only the luckiest people could see the tortoise's face.

  Brian couldn't imagine how big a turtle could be to swim around with a city on his back, but he believed in 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, and said:

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

   But you hold a mysterious power that keeps other races from paying attention to your existence.

   Are you the 'Wanderer' of this generation? "

   Little Bear did not 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 Kamiko the Great Turtle from the last wanderer, he was injured and unfortunately died in our city.

He is my best friend"

   "You lie! Uncle Chen will not die!"

   When the bear man heard the old dwarf's nonsense, he couldn't hold it any longer, he jumped up and screamed a few times. Although the accent is very strange, it is definitely a lingua franca of all ethnic groups.

   "Ha, I knew it, you understand, you sly little pandaren."

  Bryan laughed, grabbed his beard, grabbed an apple and threw it to the aggressive red pandaren, he said:

   "Okay, well, I'm lying, I'm from one of your people who met you more than a hundred years ago, in some undiscovered elven ruins in Kalimdor.

   At that time, he was mourning the dead souls of those elves, and he also chatted with me about the past.

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

  Elves and trolls fought endlessly, but the pandaren kept their neutrality, and you sent messengers to meet Azshara and want to do business.

  Unfortunately, the War of the Ancients interrupted all this.

  The world fell apart, the empire of the elves was over, the trolls were also hit hard, only the emperor of the pandaren sacrificed himself in some secret way when the sky was torn apart to protect his people and his country. "

   Having said that, Brian glanced at the red pandaren 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, so they couldn't go back to their hometown.

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

"how do you know?"

   The little pandaren bit the apple and said suspiciously:

   "This secret is known only to our tribe."

   "I said it, the pandaren told me, but I also swore that I wouldn't tell anyone else. Oh, you don't know how hard it is to keep a secret."

   Brian stroked his beard and said:

   "You clearly know a shocking secret, but you can't share it with others, you can only write it down in your diary, it's too uncomfortable. Sigh, speaking of which, what about the diary I just put here?"

  The old dwarf suddenly discovered something that he had left behind. He scratched his head and stood up, and began to look around the room to find the Zandalari excavation he had just sorted out.

   But I can't find it no matter what, as if it disappeared out of thin air.

   "taken by someone."

   The little pandaren suddenly said:

   "Just now, as you dragged me out of the cellar, I saw a sneaky man slip into the house and take away the big notebook you've left here.

  I thought it was your servant, after all he was wearing servant clothes. "

   "It was stolen!"

   The old dwarf exclaimed and said anxiously:

   "Broken, I wrote all the clues about the 'Titan Prisoner' that I found in Wharton and Nazmir in it. Old Gani specially warned me not to show those things to others.

  Little panda, can you still remember what that person looked like?

   We must catch him! "

   "Well let me think about it."

  The mysterious red pandaren propped his chin with his paws and said while eating an apple:

   "A human, thin and tall."

   "There are tall and thin humans everywhere, 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 be in trouble, hell, I'm in trouble again."

   "Also, that person has orange-red hair!"

   The red pandaren said another characteristic.

   The old dwarf's eyes lit up.

   "Ha, I know who it is."

   He beat the table and cursed:

   "It's Bud! Bud Nydrake, the notorious antiquities dealer whose family is well-connected in Stormwind, must have stole my notes.

   Since the last time he clashed with him at the Pirates Fair in Tol Barad, that **** has been counting on stealing my knowledge in exchange for money. "

   "Is there anything important in your diary?"

   The little pandaren asked curiously.

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

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

   Even the loa gods of Zandalar are afraid of it, I am probably the first in this world, um, should be the second or third mortal who knows the existence of this dark secret.

  I swear by my two hundred years of exploration experience, once that thing is opened, half the world will go crazy in an instant. "

   "Wow, that sounds interesting."

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

   "Are you people facing such exciting things every day? I'm so envious. Who was the first mortal to know this dark secret?"

   "Probably Zul the Dark Prophet of Zandalar."

  Old Brian quickly looked for all kinds of garbage in the room, and said:

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

   And Blake Shaw has been to Nazmir and Wharton, I think he must know something. "

   "Sounds amazing."

   The little panda listened with interest. She noticed that Brian was sorting out the garbage, and asked:

   "What are you doing? Kindness and knowledge of the vast number of beards."

   "Well, I'm happy when you say I have a lot of knowledge, but I'm not happy when you say I'm a beard, I'm a dwarf! You can call me Brian."

  The old dwarf ignored the red panda's question. He took the apple that the red pandaren had eaten in his hand and put it on a pile of garbage, just like a tribute.

  Under the curious gaze of the red panda, Brian put down a vividly carved ugly wooden sculpture.

   Next moment.

"boom"

   In the smoke, the old Gani who shook his head and tail appeared on the garbage heap, which attracted a burst of exclamation from the red panda.

"what?"

  Old Gani turned pale when he saw that Brian summoned it. It was nearly **** off by this rambunctious old dwarf when he was in Vol'dun.

   "My diary was stolen."

  Bryan said something, and old Gani said angrily:

   "If it's stolen, go get it back! Why are you looking for me? I'm not your father! Do you want me to go out for such a thing? You bastards, can you respect me?

   I am a powerful Loa no matter what!

  Loa, do you understand?

If    annoys me, I will send the Microraptor to bite you off. Ahem, don't listen to this little girl. "

  The **** of trashman glanced at the little panda, which was also the first time he saw this kind of creature. He couldn't help but glanced at it a few more times, thinking that this bear man was really interesting.

   "No, old Gani, that diary records Uldir!"

  Bryan explained:

   "I followed your instructions and didn't tell anyone what I found in Nazmir, but I kept it in my diary, and now that diary has been stolen by an antiquities dealer full of money.

  They will definitely go to Zandalar to do things. "

   "What diary are you writing! Whoever keeps a diary is a serious person!"

   Hearing the old dwarf's words, old Gani was dizzy with anger.

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

   "Respected God Loa, you seem to be very good at finding things, can you help me find something?"

   The little panda jumped up and said respectfully to the old Gani:

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

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

  Old Garni, always kind to the children, shook his head and said:

   "You have to find the lamp **** next door. He is very good at finding people."

   After saying that, Old Gani glared at the old dwarf who made trouble, turned and disappeared into the smoke, it seemed that he had found the diary, and he wanted to teach the daring thief a lesson.

   "Who is the lamp god?"

   The red pandaren saw the old Gani disappear, and turned to look at the old dwarf again. Brian took an elemental emblem from his arms and threw it to the red pandaren, saying:

   "The lamp **** is the lamp god, a dangerous guy who claims to be omnipotent. You can summon it to help you with air coins."

   After finishing speaking, the old dwarf gave the red panda a little bit about what air coins are.

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

   looked tangled, considering whether to sacrifice it and summon the lamp god.

   But the old dwarf next to him widened his eyes when he saw the bead. With his two hundred years of treasure appraising experience, he could see at a glance that this bead was definitely not ordinary.

   "Oops, little girl, this is not to be missed."

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

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

   "It's not just the jade ball, be careful, there is no second one in the whole world."

   The little 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 half of the words and started to summon the lamp **** with the elemental emblem.

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

   It shook its marshmallow-like body and said:

   "Hello, my 1425627th trader, what do you want the great and just Al Abbas to provide you?"

   "I'm looking for my Uncle Chen."

   The little panda raised his head and said to the lamp god:

   "I ran out of the Wandering Island 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, at least you have to tell me a name, little girl."

  Deng Shen said mildly:

   "And some of his features."

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

   The red panda waved its paws and said:

   "Now in the whole of Azeroth, except for the Wandering Isle and Pandaria, there should only be two pandaren, me and Uncle Chen, which are easy to find."

   "Oh, I understand when you say that."

   Deng Shen shook his body, spread his claws and said:

   "This feature was so recognizable that I found him immediately, and the wind told me that he was returning from victory in Desolace, drinking with a group of tauren.

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

   But it takes more than half the world to bring him by your side, so you have to pay me three thousand air coins. "

   "But I don't have any air coins."

   The little panda was pitifully cute, and found that the Dengshen did not eat this trick, and 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 beard. Uh, no, kind Brian, can you help me advance this money? You're an explorer, right? If you find Uncle Chen for me, I'll tell you a secret .

   A secret about Pandaria. "

"Um?"

  Old Brian looked at the little panda suspiciously. He thought this little panda was very deceiving.

   "Really, I'm not lying to you."

   The red panda waved its paws and said:

   "I have a way to enter the Mist Continent, but I have to get Uncle Chen back to help!"

   "Are you serious?"

  The old dwarf stood up with a sigh, the little panda nodded vigorously, and said seriously:

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

   "Okay, the panda people take their surname very seriously, that's their inheritance."

  Black took a bag from his suitcase and threw it to the Djinn, saying:

   "I paid Lili's service fee, hurry up and bring her Uncle Chen here."

   "Very good, the transaction is complete, please wait."

  The Djinn didn't care about the rudeness of the dwarves, he took the bag of air coins and swayed and disappeared in place.

A few seconds later, amid the gust of wind and the screams of the monkey pet Greb, an adult pandaren in black clothes, with a hat and a stick, and a wine barrel in his hand slammed into the trading station. inside.

   He hadn't reacted to what was going on, but the pressure of crossing most of the world in an instant made a legendary monk like him feel uncomfortable all over his body.

   It was like being hit by a hundred hozens on the ground.

   "Uncle Chen!"

   "Lili? Aren't you in the Wandering Isle? How could you. Ah, I see, I must have drank too much, no, I have to drink a few more sips, um, sober up."

   (end of this chapter)