Time goes back to three days ago, on the beach in the mist. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Ahem... Ahem"

Anduin coughed hard, and after falling unconscious, he was pulled out of the water by Swain with difficulty, which had already soaked his clothes, but now was not the time to pay attention to this, he had just woken up, and the back of his head was still aching, and now he could only sit by the campfire with the tired Sven and the unconscious Lex and Lili, barely feeling the warmth in front of him.

At this time, in the cold hell, there is nothing happier than a fire.

A gust of sea breeze blew, and the little prince shivered, and he couldn't help but look behind him, the shadow of the "Royal Mission" was long gone, and it began to tilt after entering the water, and was thrown into the fog in a great storm, and General Taylor gave the order at the last moment to abandon the ship, and everyone sat in the dinghy, and in this fog, some of the poor creatures had lost contact, but most of the soldiers had reached the island safely.

Swain had been saving the soldiers who had fallen into the water just now, and she was already exhausted, after all, she was just an excellent druid, and she was far from reaching the level of a great druid born with nature, even if she tried her best, she could only save a dozen people.

Right now, the girl was holding her legs, her head down, and she seemed to be crying.

She may have been frightened.

On the other side, General Taylor and the soldiers also sat silently by the fire, and the surviving priests were struggling to treat the wounded, but in the current environment, the chances of these wounded surviving were very low, and the whole temporary camp exuded a smell of despair.

It stands to reason that it is already a thing to be happy to survive such a situation, but I don't know why, none of these people have a smile on their faces.

Anduin vaguely sensed that something was wrong, and before he could notice that the sword of truth behind him was faintly glowing, as if to warn his user that danger was coming.

"Am I useless?"

Sven's deep voice came faintly, the little prince froze for a moment, and then he felt a pair of gentle arms around his neck, he turned his head, and saw Swain sobbing in a low voice, this female night elf was taller than him, but when the two of them sit, they were about the same height, after Anduin was surrounded by Sven, his eyes naturally followed the druid's open collar.

"Ahem... Ahem"

The little prince's face immediately flushed, coughing hard, Swain thought that he had touched Anduin's wound, hurriedly let go of his hand, and began to check Anduin, Anduin's heart was beating very fast, he tried to calm himself down, but a faint voice sounded in his heart.

"Why be patient?"

"I am the prince of the Stormwind Kingdom... I deserve to enjoy it. ”

"Swain was very nice to me, she wouldn't mind. ”

"Yes, just a gentle push... Yes. ”

Anduin's eyes turned dangerous as he looked at the busy Swain, and he swallowed, the Night Elf grew more and more seductive in his eyes, but at the moment when he held out his hand tremblingly, the oath keeper behind him let out a soft roar, awakening Anduin from that strange state.

"Smack"

Sven looked up in surprise, and saw Anduin turning his head with his face covered, this little prince seemed to blame him for not being able to save so many subordinates, but this was not to blame him, he was just a mortal, but what about himself? He could transform into a seal to save people, but as a result, there were so many people, but he only saved more than twenty.

I'm so useless.

Thinking about it, an irrepressible despair came to his heart, and Sven's tears fell again, and this time, he couldn't stop it anymore.

"Woo... I'm so useless... I've failed Lord Tyrande's hopes, woo..."

The druid lay on Anduin's lap and cried, this position made the little prince not know what to do, he could only follow the example of his mentor to comfort his wife, and gently put his trembling hand on Swain's smooth back, patting it gently, but the more he comforted, the louder Swain's cry became.

And that's not all, after Swain's cry, several other sobs rang out, and the little prince turned back sharply to a few wounded soldiers, who, for some reason, knelt on the seashore and wept, and this cry seemed to infect the other soldiers, but after a few seconds, the vicious voice of Brigadier General Taylor, who had always been personable, rang out,

"What are you crying about? Get out! Get out of here!"

But his rebuke did not stop the cries of the soldiers, on the contrary, some of the soldiers got up from their seats, rolled up their sleeves and walked towards Taylor, and the general did not bow his head, threw the command knife in his hand on the beach, like an angry beast, and walked towards the soldiers who had caught a cold.

The next moment, a scuffle broke out, Taylor smashed a defiant soldier with a punch, then grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him out, Anduin watched in horror, but Swain's cries grew louder and louder.

The little prince sensed that something was wrong, something was wrong here!

Everything is wrong here!

"Sven, Sven, stop crying, let's go!

Anduin stood up, but instead of stopping, Sven cried more and more pitifully, which made Anduin in a dilemma, he alone could not take Lili and Lex away, and he suddenly remembered a phrase that Darth the Dragonman often said.

"The best way to make a woman stop crying is a kiss!"

At this time, Anduin's mind was in a mess, and he could not care to analyze whether what the dragonman ruffian said was true or false, he gritted his teeth, lifted Sven's crying pear blossom with rain, and kissed it with stiff lips.

At this moment, Anduin's eyes were tightly closed, and the eyes of the crying Swain widened at this moment, although it felt a little incredible, but this sudden kiss really pulled Swain out of that despair.

The first time was always nervous, 5 seconds later, Anduin, who was holding his breath, let go of the stiff Swain, gasping for air, he saw that the night elf had woken up, and hurriedly took her hand,

"Quick!Swain, it's not safe here, take Lex and let's go!"

This exclamation made Swain wake up immediately, and the young druid immediately reacted, ignoring the warmth that still existed in his mouth, and the green light on his body shone, and he turned into a white moon-scar deer with black horns, which is the traveling form of the druids, can run for a long time, and most importantly, can carry people.

The Moonscar's hooves kicked twice on the ground, and Anduin understood and immediately helped the unconscious Lili and Lex onto Sven's back, and then followed the running Moonscar Deer and rushed out of a random place.

But the movement had awakened the soldiers, and they pounced on Anduin with red eyes, but just as they were about to rush towards Anduin, a tall figure stood in front of them, and Anduin turned around, and General Taylor was roaring and fighting the mad sailors.

He knocked the soldiers over with his fists as he shouted,

"Hurry up! Anduin, hurry up, go to a safe place, this place is dangerous, leave us alone!

The little prince gritted his teeth and pulled out the oath keeper who radiated light behind him and was about to rush forward, but was hit by Swain's head, and finally Anduin could only let out a childish roar and follow Swain into the fog, and behind him, General Taylor was finally defeated by the mad soldiers.

Ten minutes later, the general stood up again, but already like the soldiers, he had become frantic and bloodthirsty.

Anduin and Swain kept running forward in the cold mist, but they soon lost their way and could only walk aimlessly in the mist, this sand was very strange, it sometimes appeared at the surface of the sea, sometimes it appeared at the feet, and the sleepy and hungry Anduin and Swain, with two wounds, trekked for a day and a night before they could see an intoxicating touch of green.

The moment the fog that existed at that time lifted, a green shadow appeared in Anduin's eyes, which was bamboo and trees, and steep mountain peaks, and in the far distance, there seemed to be huge complexes, cranes flapping their wings from the top of the mountain and flying into the sky, and those beautiful bird calls, and most importantly, the sun!

Once again, he felt the warm sunshine through the mist!

Finally, this wonderful world! He's fed up with the damn fog, the damn one...

But before Anduin could laugh out loud, Sven's transformed Moonscar Deer's legs went limp, and he fell to the ground, and the little prince screamed and rushed towards Swin and his friend, but he stumbled and fell to the ground.

Before the little prince fainted, the last shadow he saw was a few old Chens running from afar... No, it's just a lot like Lao Chen, that should be... It should be a panda man.

Over here... How can there be panda people here?

That was Anduin's last thought before he fell unconscious, and then he rolled his eyes and fell into a coma.

Three hours later, in a quiet room in a mysterious place in the vast continent shrouded in mist, the smell of sandalwood filled the large wooden house, and on the wall in the foreground, a strange script, different from all the writings of the entire Azeroth civilization, was written on white paper and hung on the wall.

A panda man in delicate leather armor intertwined with black and red sat cross-legged in the middle of the hall, his hands in a strange pose, at first glance he looked like a mysterious guy, and the most frightening thing is that if you don't look closely, when you first glance through the hall, you will even subconsciously ignore his existence.

It seems that this guy has integrated into this world.

"Bang bang!"

A knock on the door interrupted the pandaman's meditation, and he opened his eyes, which were blue, but cold as ice, these were the most fearless warriors, the eyes that only warriors with iron wills could have, the eyes that could only be cultivated in countless battles.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and the white breath was like an air arrow, spewing out in the air.

"Come in!"

The panda man stood up, whispered, and then picked up his hat from the chair next to him, which was similar to the hat that Lao Chen carried, but this hat was inlaid with an iron hoop and a lot of iron pieces, which was definitely a protective gear that was good at defense, and when he buckled it on the panda man's head, it added an unexpected firmness and sharpness to him.

It's like a long knife out of the sheath, which makes people feel cold.

A pandaman apprentice dressed about the same as him opened the door and walked in, holding a scroll in his hand, and said respectfully,

"Zhu Zhangmen, the tracer of the Emerald Forest has sent news, 3 hours ago, the fishermen of Podong Village rescued four victims on the beach, including a panda man child, but the other three, we have never seen before, it should be... Race beyond the mist!"

"Smack"

This news made the panda man in front of him directly crush the jade paperweight in his hand, and in the jade powder floating, the panda man apprentice was just a flower in front of him, and the scroll in his hand was in the hands of Zhu Zhangmen.

Zhu Talan finished reading the scroll at a glance, closed his eyes, obviously thinking, and after a few minutes, he said to the panda man apprentice,

"I'll personally go to the Emerald Forest, and the strange things over there in Zhujiabao, I'll also drop by, you go and tell Master Xueliu that before I come back, everything in the Zen Temple will be in charge of him. ”

The panda man apprentice took the order and left, Zhu Talan stood by the window of his meditation room, gently pushed the window open, and a cold wind blew into the hall, outside the window, there was a snow-covered mountain, a place that had been covered with snowflakes since ancient times.

Thousands of apprentices of the Shadow Sect are performing martial arts in the distant arena, the only military facility in Pandaria, where the Shadow Sect has been protecting the peace of the whole of Pandaria for thousands of years.

However, Zhu Talan's face did not have the slightest smugness, but was covered with frost.

"The Mist... 10,000 years... Or are you finally going to disperse?"