Panda’s Self-cultivation

　　 Fortunately, long before the expeditionary forces set off from Azeroth, they were prepared for the possibility of encountering demons.

　　 Lothar watched the soldiers sorting out the fire resistance potions they had prepared before, and nodded in satisfaction, but suddenly thought of the price the goblins sold to him, and instantly felt pain.

　　 Seeing Lothar's entanglement, Khadgar patted Lothar on the shoulder.

At this time, Drunk Wind has left the camp, he is looking for other reinforcements-although the orcs have defeated the draenei and the Karabor Temple has also fallen, Drunk Wind always feels that there should be draenei. Keep fighting.

　　 Unfortunately, after searching for a long time, the drunken wind has no gain.

　　 "Is there really no draenei here?" Drunk Feng was a little depressed. "Just relying on the expeditionary force to fight, maybe it really allows Ner'zhul to succeed. That would be a big trouble!"

　　 Unwilling Drunk Wind returned to the camp where the Expeditionary Army was temporarily stationed, and found Vinucci: "Little guy, are there any of your compatriots here?"

　　 "I don't know either." Vinucci shook his head, "Originally the Holy Light could tell me, but now I can't feel the Holy Light."

　　 Holy Light!

　　 Drunk Wind rubbed Vinucci’s little head: "Vinucci is awesome! The Holy Light can tell us!"

　　 Vinucci looked confused and excited as Drunk Feng ran out, shook his head, and continued to tinker with his pendant and instruments.

　　 So the few clergymen of the expeditionary army were all transferred over, and these priests who had nothing to do for a while began to spread out to perform the most basic light technique according to the request of Drunk Wind.

　　 This spell that can only be used for lighting is as dazzling as the sun in Shadowmoon Valley where the fel energy spreads. If it weren't for the restraint of Ner'zhul, the orcs and demons in the dark temple might have rushed out.

　　 Just after the priests dispersed for a while, Drunk Wind finally found the person he wanted to see-the draenei who remained nearby.

　　 Drunk Wind pulled Khadgar over, used arcane magic to solve the communication barrier, and then began to seek support from the defender in front of him.

"Honorable Vindicator, I am the Drunk Wind from Azeroth. We want to smash the orcs' conspiracy here-but they have summoned demons, we need support, and I believe you draenei are us Natural ally."

　　 "Hello, I am the defender Ruhr here. If what you say is true, I am willing to help you-but you must know that my people are already very weak, and I must ensure that they are not deceived."

"In this case, I hope that your Honorable Defender can inform the prophet Velen. My mage friend is already certain that the orcs will summon a large number of demons into this world in seven days. This is cruel news. I must unite every force. ."

　　 "Very good, I am willing to tell the Prophet."

Although the draenei were stunned by the orc's sudden attack, it was obvious that their holy light technology still had merit. The garrison named Ruhr quickly contacted the prophet Velen, and the answer was that Velen would bring The draenei rushed here-including the broken ones who had already believed in the Shaman's way, headed by Nobundo.

After 　　, things became simple. Three days later, Velen, who hurriedly arrived in a small spacecraft, met Vinucci, and after smooth negotiations, he joined the expeditionary army.

　　 "Grandpa Velen, this is the heart of anger!" Vinucci handed the red gem he found in Auchindoun to Velen's hands.

"Child, I see that in your hand, this gem plays a greater role." After Vinyl took the gem, he set it on a bracelet and handed it to Vinucci, "May the Holy Light bless you. To you."

　　 "But, didn't Grandpa say that anger can make soldiers braver?" Vinucci didn't understand why Velen gave him the gems.

　　 "Silly boy, the draenei will always be brave enough when fighting evil!"

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　　 Drunk Wind, who thought that everything about the alliance work was over, wanted to go fishing after the negotiation was completed, but he was stopped by Vinylon.

　　 "Your name is Zuifeng, right?" Vinyl looked at Zuifeng kindly.

　　 "Yes, hello, honorable Prophet." Zuifeng nodded and agreed.

　　 "Haha." Weilun smiled rarely, "Don't be cautious, I'm really glad you can find me."

　　 "The prophet had predicted for me?" Zuifeng raised his eyebrows.

　　 "No, it's not." Vinyl shook his head, "I foresee too much destruction, but part of it was stopped by a mysterious figure."

　　 "You mean, that figure is me?" Zuifeng looked dazed.

　　 "That's right." Weilun nodded, "You and that figure completely overlap-this is why I believe you, not just because of Vinucci."

　　 "Then...Your Prophet, are your predictions accurate?" Zuifeng was a little confused.

"It's not accurate or not. The so-called prediction is just a judgment of some cause and effect in the future. Different choices will bring different results. Most of what I can do can only be seen by these choices. ."

"A long time ago, Archimonde and Kil'jaeden and I were best friends and brothers. Later, Sargeras, the leader of the Burning Legion, came to Argus~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to find us Eredar, he I hope we will serve for the Burning Legion.” Speaking of the past, Velen’s eyes became ethereal and clear, “Behind this choice, I saw destruction, so I did not agree.”

　　 "But Archimonde and Kil'jaeden agreed, didn't they?"

　　 "Yes, so I left Argus and my hometown." Speaking of wandering, Velen's eyes dimmed, "But, not all wanderers have lost themselves!"

　　 "We still believe in the Holy Light, we still believe that there is goodness and justice in the universe! We draenei will never give in!"

　　 Just as Drunk Wind wondered why Velen said these things to himself, the Great Prophet took off the staff behind his back and stamped it heavily on the ground.

　　 A holy light flashed, and Zuifeng felt that he had a new understanding of fate.

　　 "Drunk Wind, I hope you can help us, the draenei people need to recuperate, we desperately need a world-we are not invaders, we are just a group of poor wanderers leaving our hometown."

　　 Zuifeng finally understood what Velen meant. The Great Prophet hoped to find a place where he could settle the remaining draenei.

　　 After thinking a little bit, Zuifeng nodded: "Yes, after the battle is over, you can follow me back to my world. I will do my best to provide you with a place to settle down."

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