Mount Kunlai is the only mountain range in Pandalia that rises to the top three in the entire Azeroth Mountains, and its main peak, Endless Peak, is a huge part of the mountain range covered in snow and inaccessible to all but true travelers. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The White Tiger Temple is located in the eastern foothills of Kunlai Mountain, the main building is halfway up the mountainside, the Holy Spirit White Tiger rarely walks out of this temple, it is said that this is related to its defeat by the ancient tyrant Thor of the Demon Ancient Dynasty, it and the powerful Thor fought in Kunlai Mountain for a month, and finally lost, Thor recognized its courage and strength, and gave it the opportunity to surrender.

But Snow Fury refused, and the angry Thor sealed it in the White Tiger Temple, and since then, until the age of Mogu passed, Snow Fury has been squatting on the highest part of the white temple, quietly guarding the whole of Pandaria, until today.

Among the four gods, Snow Fury is undoubtedly the most powerful, single-handedly suppressing the two demons of anger and rage, and has never had any problems in 10,000 years, which has also made the Valley of the Four Winds, which is also under its jurisdiction, the most famous granary and peaceful place in all of Pandaria.

The best chefs of the whole continent gathered in the middle of the mountain, exchanging cooking skills, and the best farmers stood aside, giving the best produce of this rich land to the chefs to make ingredients, the land here is incredibly fertile, the grain and rice are almost ripe every day, in fact, it is precisely because of the existence of the grain fields that can be harvested every day in the Valley of the Four Winds, the pandas of Pandalia have no worries about hunger, and can be so peaceful for 10,000 years.

Of course, today's story has little to do with Mid-Levels.

Jiutanji is the last foothold of the land spirit merchants between the plains of Kunlai Mountain and the White Tiger Temple, which is located at the foot of Kunlai Mountain, where the caravan of land spirits gather all year round, although these creatures unique to Pandalia also have the word goblin in their names, but they are almost two completely different species from the goblins of Azeroth, and the only thing in common between the two is that they are very good at management.

The business world of Azeroth is almost monopolized by the goblin syndicates, as is the business circle of Pandaria, whose caravans are spread across the continent, transporting everything from vegetables to munitions, and the Valley of the Four Winds is their home base.

Today, however, the wine market has become a bit more lively, because many outsiders have appeared here.

"Goraya, you lucky fellow, I thought you died in that storm!"

A tall, more than 3-meter-tall Zandalar troll laughed and hugged the old priest Goraya, the two of them looked like very good friends, this tall and sturdy troll warrior was like the embodiment of the most perfect warrior, the muscles on his body bulged, and the pieces were like the most perfect divine creations.

Behind him was a red halberd inscribed with troll runes, purple and blue skin, and a wooden mask peculiar to trolls, which seemed to be a status symbol, the troll warrior's mask was decorated with gems and gold and silver, which looked gorgeous, and there were two skeletons in the corners, which raised his ferocity by another level.

Behind him, a sturdy group of troll warriors occupied most of the tables in the wine jar, eating and drinking, and the land elf merchants and the panda people's chefs walked around the tables, bringing in fine wine from time to time.

These trolls from Zandalar are one of the few civilized trolls, at least they know that they have to pay for their meals, and they seem to pay a lot, otherwise these goblin merchants who are as cunning as goblins would not be so attentive.

"Ah, Jarak, the most powerful warrior, I knew that you would be safe!"

Golaya smiled and sat with the troll warrior named Jarak on a large, special table full of delicacies, and the troll general pulled out his own bone cleaver, cut off half of a roast suckling pig, and threw it to the pet lying behind him.

It was a real behemoth, a giant triceratops that was rare in Azeroth, it was lying on the ground, about the same size as the dragon when it was resting, with blue and white markings all over its body, and its whole body was covered with heavy horns, although it couldn't fly, whoever saw this giant beast would believe that even a real dragon on the ground would not be the match for this giant beast.

It lay on the ground, its steel barbed warhammer's tail swaying at will, and behind it was a stone that had been smashed into powder and a huge depression, and every time the tail of the drumstick swayed, it was as if the whole ground was shaking.

And all over its body, it was added to the heavy enchanted steel armor by these frenzied trolls, and even the saddle on its back was made into the shape of a skeleton opposite, completely sacrificing all comfort to transform this giant beast into a real war machine, with two heavy battering rams on its sides, and dense spikes, it is impossible to imagine what a terrible scene this at least 5-ton giant beast charged on the battlefield.

Finally, its head, the triceratops had a giant bone plate to protect its neck, the edge of the bone plate of this giant beast named Helidon, there were also ten bone white fangs, in front of the bone plate, there were two straight forward angles, 2 meters long, conical, simply a natural armor-piercing weapon, as well as the sharp horns on the nose, and the teeth in the mouth.

Like a file, when Jarak threw the roast suckling pig at it, the giant beast raised its head, bit it in its mouth with precision, and let out a pleasant snort, and with a flick of its tail, a boulder was smashed into powder.

It's a monster!

I don't know where these trolls caught this terrifying monster, and they also trained it to be a war beast for war, Zandalar really deserves to be the most mysterious troll inheritance, the dragon man Das dared to pat his chest and said, such a giant beast born only for war, placed in the troll kingdom of the Valley of Thorns, is definitely a one-sided slaughter.

"We landed on the coast of this land. ”

Jarak cried out to Golaya, "If it weren't for the fact that when the storm came, my Helidon would have been dead in the sea, you know, I have never liked water, what about you?

The old troll waved his hand and said slowly,

"It's Loa's shelter, I'm on the shore in another place, I'm just having some trouble, and I've met an old friend, come, Jarak, I'll introduce you. ”

Goraya pointed to the crowd sitting on the other side eating and drinking,

"That's a subordinate of my old friend, oh, and a powerful warrior, listen to me, Jarak, that's a warrior that you will also have a hard time defeating, Loa told me, he comes from another mysterious place. ”

Hearing this, the eyes under the mask of the tall Jarak couldn't help but look at Gavincent, who smiled at the troll general, but the smile was full of hideous meaning, obviously, the old mistake of the Viku people has been committed again, and when they see a powerful warrior, they can't help but immediately have a fight.

The wills of the two powerful warriors collided in the air, and the dragon man sitting next to Gavincent felt the change in the atmosphere, twisted his neck a little uneasily, and pulled Demytil to sit on the other side.

Das was a little depressed, originally he was the strongest warrior on Dick's side, but after Calvincent came over, his sense of existence was greatly reduced, but depressed to depressed, Das was a straightforward dragon man, he knew that he was not as good as the Viku people, so at this time, what he had to do was to try not to pull the back legs of the Viku people.

A smile appeared on the corner of the Troll General's mouth under his mask, and he picked up a jar of wine at his feet and threw it at Calvincent,

"Hey, little man, please drink!"

The jar was the size of three adults' heads, and under the great force of Jarak, it flew towards Calvincent, and the Viku man bared his teeth, spread out his left palm, raised it against the front of it, turned around, removed the great force attached to it, and then placed it on the ground.

It's full of strength, and it's no longer good to use it to relieve boredom!

The blood in his body was surging, he stood up, moved his fist, his bones clicked, it was the warrior's instinct to complain to him, why had it been so long that there had not been a real fight.

Calvincent felt like his bones were going to rust, and he remembered Lord Odin's advice that the troll in front of him was a good candidate, but before that, he had to try his hands on his pounds.

"Come on, trolls, let's fight! I'm sick of the sight, and now I need a good opponent! You'll be a good one!"

"Roar!"

The troll warriors sitting in a circle saw that someone was going to challenge their leader, the invincible Jarak, they were all excited, they raised the wine glasses in their hands, and let out a fanatical shout, Jarak waved his hand, and the red halberd behind him fell into his hand, he looked at Goraya with a bullish head, and there was a trace of war intent in his eyes under the mask,

"High Priest, I don't mind if I move my hands and feet, right?"

Goraya picked up the fish pieces on the table, put them in his mouth and chewed them.

"Go ahead, that's already an eyebrow, the next thing to do is to wait, and move your hands and feet. ”

Although Jaraq looks much stronger than the dying old Golaya, in the realm of Zandala, his status is lower than that of Golaya, and after Golaya agrees, Jaraq is also a little excited, Pandalia is good at everything, but the atmosphere is too peaceful, and the peace is almost completely unbearable for a warrior like him.

So after meeting the same kind, there is a place to vent that frustration.

The two of them walked to the grass outside the wine altar set, which was not suitable for growing crops in this area near Kunlai Mountain, so the panda people let the wasteland here be abandoned, and the grass was blown by the wind on all sides, and the heaven and earth became empty here, just suitable for the battlefield of competition.

"Bang"

Jarak's halberd touched the ground, and a shocking depression appeared at his feet, and the troll general placed the halberd there, and with a movement of his fist wrapped in steel, he leaned over to look at Gavincent on the other side,

"If you can't stand it, just stop it, your courage is commendable, little man, but I'm afraid of hurting you, so..."

"So you'd better pick up your weapons!Jarak, take this fight seriously. ”

Gavincent reached out and took off the badge on his chest and threw it to Darth behind him, the height of the original ordinary person swelled rapidly, and finally reached the form of a giant 4 meters tall, the Viku people lowered their heads, looked at the troll general who was a little shocked, and then looked at the giant triceratops lying on its stomach and dozing in the wine altar.

He took his axe from his waist and shook his shoulder,

"Have no mercy, for I don't need mercy. ”

"Don't hesitate, because I don't need to. ”

"You can have your dragon come with you, come and try to defeat me, come and try to defeat me!"

The arrogant voice made the surrounding trolls hold their breath, and Jarrak's whole body trembled, not from fear or anger, but from excitement.

What fighter doesn't crave a real opponent?

What fighter doesn't want to win against the stronger guys?

But a long time ago, Zandalar didn't have anything stronger than him, and if invincibility was loneliness, then Jarak had enough of it, and now he craved blood to wake up his sleeping bones, and he craved the thrill of passing by death to remind himself that he wasn't strong enough, and he needed to wake up himself.

Now's your chance!

"Ahh

The troll general pulled out his halberd, the ground under his feet cracked inch by inch, and his whole person was mixed with the rushing wind, turned into a violent wind, and dragged the halberd towards Gavincent, at this moment, he felt that the warrior Jarak who had defeated countless people step by step in the Zandalar tribe was back!

Instead of that general Jarak, his eyes were wild again, and his mind was firm again.

The blood-colored storm of protection made him look like a demon crawling out of hell, and the rushing wind ruffled the ground, causing the hair of the onlookers to be blown back.

Everyone couldn't help but stop breathing at this moment, wanting to see what this earth-shattering blow would become.

"Arrogance!"

Jarac roared again, his halberd rounding in the air in a semicircle, slashing at Gavincent's head.

A bloodthirsty smile erupted into the corners of the Viku's mouth, and he felt the wind in front of him, the dragon slayer's blade's keel handle slid in his palm, and his left hand was raised, accurately blocking the halberd's slash, and the sound of steel resonating made people can't help but cover their ears.

But Jarak's furious charged blow was blocked.

The storm suddenly stopped in place, and the Viku man's body only shook slightly, and then stabilized again, and then the blood and anger on Jarak's body were brighter red, and a more dazzling light curtain appeared behind Calvincent, accompanied by the voice of the Viku man cold to the bone.

"It's good..."

"Bang!"

The Viku fist slammed into the troll's abdomen like a cannonball, then grabbed Jarak's shoulders, and with a hard steam of arms, he turned around and threw him back, and the tall, half-giant-like troll general couldn't even control the shaking of his body, and was thrown out violently.

The blow shattered all the pride of the god of war, and the more arrogant voices of the Viku reverberated in his ears,

"But to beat me... You've got to be stronger!"