Chapter 202: Grandpa White Beard Drunk Wind

"How do you know about the devil?" Malfurion looked surprised, "Didn't the Pandaren have left Kalimdor? Did the devil attack your homeland?"
"No, no, no, I am not the Pandaren now-I came here 10,000 years later. It was a wonderful misunderstanding to come here, and I traveled through time in the Emerald Dream, so I am afraid I can't leave here... …"
The words of Drunk Wind surprised the Archdruid very much, and traveling through time seemed to him incredible.
"Sorry, given that your rhetoric is so bizarre, I can't believe you-I think you need to gain my trust first."
Zuifeng scratched the back of his head awkwardly.
When the oath was established, the night elves were particularly easy to talk, it seemed that they had convinced these guys. And all my convenience after ten thousand years must rely on now to fight for.
Zuifeng was not sure what would happen if he drastically changed history, so he decided to follow history this time.
"It makes sense. I have been doing thighs for so long. Let me hug my thighs this time!" Zuifeng selectively forgot the days when he followed Lothar...
In fact, it is not easy for Drunk Wind to gain Malfurion's trust-Drunk Wind is the soul that travels through time, and facing the Burning Legion is the warlock, Drunk Wind really does not dare to leave in the form of soul easily The Emerald Dream, that 80% was taken as nourishment by the warlock.
Think of the drunken souls in the Storm Brewery, Drunk Wind fought a cold war-"I don't want to appear in the War of the Ancients like that!"
"I'm very willing to help fight the devil, but I can't leave the Emerald Dream. A simple soul is too fragile!"
Malfurion frowned when Drunk Wind said that.
"It's a trouble--but I don't know what can carry your soul. Let's go to Master Cenarius now, maybe he can do anything."
"It can only be so..."
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When Drunk Wind saw Cenarius in the Emerald Dream, he was stunned by the white deer beside Cenarius.
In the state of soul, Drunk Wind can clearly see the powerful power contained in the body of the white deer. Before that, Drunk Wind had always thought that the demigods were similar in strength to the Guardian Dragons, because in the eyes of Drunk Wind , Cenarius and Ysera are about the same strength whether they are inside or outside of the dream.
But Malorne's existence refreshed Zuifeng's knowledge of demigods.
That huge white deer is so powerful, and his soul is closely tied to this world. Zuifeng believes that in this dreamland, Malorne is stronger than the three Yseras combined. .
After discovering this problem, Zuifeng felt tremendous pressure.
Because of his own existence, the legendary orc warrior may not have the chance to hit Sargeras with an oak axe in his hand (although Brocks only left a skin trauma and was second, but he did stop Sargeras The arrival of Sibu bought time).
"In other words, I am going to complete the tasks of Ronin, Brox and Krasus?"
While Drunk Wind was secretly calculating, Malfurion came to Cenarius.
"Teacher, I found a Pandaren in my dream. He claims to be from ten thousand years later-his breath is very consistent with his dream, and he is willing to contribute to the fight against demons, so I brought him over to find you."
"He is a soul now, unable to leave the dreamland. I want to ask if there is any way he can walk safely outside the dreamland."
"Oh? It's interesting." Cenarius looked at Drunk Wind carefully. "An existence who doesn't understand the way of druids, but can harbor a natural aura. I have never heard Yulong say that there is a Pandaren like you. Based on this, I somewhat believe that you come from ten thousand years later."
"Master Yulong?" Listening to Cenarius mentioning Yulong, Zuifeng suddenly thought of the statues of the Four Gods—the four demigods of Pandaria could temporarily reside on the statues, and Yulong could even use them. The statue is a body.
Thinking of this, Zuifeng quickly raised his head and asked Cenarius.
"Dear Sir Cenarius, can you still contact Lord Yulong now? If possible, I hope I can have a jade body. In that case, I can contribute my strength even after leaving the Emerald Dream."
"Sorry, child." Cenarius shook his head regretfully, "Your compatriots have been far away from the Well of Eternity, and Yulong, Chijing, Xue'u, and Niuzao have not entered the dream for a long time. I can’t help you contact Yulong now."
"Then if there is no help from Master Yulong, even if I prepare the statue, I am afraid I can't live in it for a long time-am I just staying in a dream, waiting for the call?"
Drunk Wind feels embarrassed to think about it, this is the ancient battle, the ancient battle where the giants of the Burning Legion are coming! At that time, the night elves solemnly stood up a statue and summoned themselves, and then the demons discovered that this guy was just a monk who had just entered the legend. Isn't that funny!
Seeing the frustrated drunk wind, Cenarius smiled gently.
"Actually, if you don't mind, I can let you participate in the Ancient War as a weapon."
"arms?"
"That's right. Another student of mine, Illidan, needs a weapon-a wand and the like. His magical talent is unmatched, but he is too obsessed with power. I hope someone can give pointers by his side. , That kid is too rebellious, I'm afraid of impulse to let him go astray."
After listening to Cenarius, Drunk Wind thought about it carefully.
It seems that this path really works. I participated in the War of the Ancients as a weapon. Not only could I help, but what could be safer and more reliable than staying beside Illidan?
And if you help yourself, maybe Illidan doesn't need to be imprisoned for 10,000 years!
Thinking of this ~EbookFREE.me~ Drunk Wind nodded towards Cenarius.
"No problem-isn't it the grandfather in the ring! This kind of role is promising, I will do it!"
Although Cenarius didn't understand the meaning of "Grandpa in the Ring" in Drunken Mouth, he was very happy to have someone willing to stay by Illidan at all times to remind him. If Illidan can really get lost and return to the path of the real druid, Cenarius believes that the future of this disciple will be limitless.
The only question now was how could Illidan accept the weapon possessed by Drunken Wind.
"That's hard to say. Wouldn't it be enough to ask Tyrande to give it to him?"
Malfurion's face became very ugly as soon as the drunken talk was spoken.
Drunk Feng, who discovered the problem, hurriedly threw the pot on Deer Helmet's body: "It was Deer Helmet who said that if Illidan has anything to say, just mention Tyrande - then, who is Tyrande?"
Drunk Wind's pretending to be a fool succeeded in covering himself. As for whether the Stag Helmet would be lifted and beaten by Malfurion, Drunk Wind could only ask him to ask for his own blessings. (To be continued.)