In the middle of the east coast of Kalimdor, Ratchet City is always bustling and busy, and even though it's night, it's still full of goblins on the goblin. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThese little green-skinned men pestered everyone who passed by, hoping to squeeze the last of the coins out of his pocket.

With the roar of the whistle, a passenger ship from Treasure Bay, the Anchorbolt, sailed into the harbor, and the passengers on board scrambled to squeeze out of the ship, not wanting to stay longer than the oil-filled ship.

At the end of the line is a panda man with a round belly, with a tall body, round belly and small blue pets around him, which makes many goblins label him as a "fat sheep" in their hearts.

Drunken Feng, who didn't know anything about it, sniffed a little "unsatisfied", "This familiar smell, I haven't been able to smell it for thirty years, although it is a little stimulating, but ...... I'm still a little excited—isn't it, cans~"

Poor Xiao Xianglong, who was already a little dazed because of seasickness, coupled with a burst of black smoke accompanied by a pungent smell, at this moment, the can rolled his eyes directly and completely fainted.

After getting off the boat, more than a dozen goblins surrounded Zuifeng tightly and began to sell various products, and Zuifeng was in a good mood, so he carefully observed and commented on the mechanical knowledge he had learned in his previous life. As one goblin product after another was degraded worthless by the drunken wind, many goblins had no choice but to leave in despair, leaving only some goblins who recommended shelter and food to sell.

"All right, little ones!" Drunken Wind took out two silver coins from his money bag and threw them into the sky, hitting them with a crisp sound, "Can anyone tell me the best hotel in Ratchet City?" ”

"Oh, dear sir, the Deleuze Copper Bolt is at your service," a goblin grabbed the silver coin with a flickering hand, "Broken Bone Inn!" There's no better hostel in Ratchet than Broken Bones Inn! ”

"Very good, lead the way!"

A pandaman and a goblin left the harbor and headed for the inn, where the surrounding goblins had no choice but to disperse after pestering to no avail.

"Boss, have your best food!" As soon as he walked into the door of the inn, a drunken shout made the land who wanted to earn two more silver coins dripping blood. Drunken Wind's generosity just now is just to get rid of the pesky salesman and find someone to lead the way, and in essence, Drunken Wind is not a generous person - at least in the face of goblins who are bent on making their own money.

"How about a salt-baked chocobo leg? For only 10 credits, it's a novelty! You must know that recently the Minotaur and the Centaur have clashed again, and no one can send prey like this except the Minotaur. Of course, you can add two more and there will be a large glass of ale~"

"Ale wine is free." Drunken Wind pulled out 11 silver coins, "Tell me where to find that minotaur." ”

The boss quickly put away the silver coin, raised his head and showed a big smile: "Wait a minute, the food will be served immediately." As for the minotaur, you can see him in the near future, and he lives with us. ”

Speaking of the minotaur warriors, the innkeeper showed just the right amount of disdain: "That poor ghost seems to be talking to the big guy of Hot Sand about buying food, I don't think it can be done, those stupid cows are almost useless except that they are strong enough." ”

The salt-baked chocobo leg was brought up, and Zuifeng picked up the knife, cut off a fork and chewed it carefully in his mouth. It's rare that the owner didn't lie, and the most chewy thighs of fresh chocobos have been salted to retain the most delicious flavor and are full of vitality. After swallowing it, the drunken wind seemed to hear the whistling wind from the barren land of the north.

It's also hungry, and the drunken wind can't wait to feast.

The wind swept a chocobo's thigh into its stomach — well, a little bit into the can's stomach — and the drunken wind seemed a little unsatisfied. He untied the gourd containing the wine from his waist, unscrewed the lid and poured it twice, then reluctantly screwed the lid on, "There are not many monkey brews left, I knew that I drank so quickly, I should have asked for more ukuk for more." ”

After leaving Pandaria, there was no longer any influence from the Seven Songs, and the whole bear of Drunken Wind got better. Although Asa was killed by the Titans, Drunken Wind can still feel the effects of the remnants of the demons. After all, he is a human in two lives, and Zuifeng's mind is a little more complicated than that of the panda man, which makes as his strength grows, and there seems to be a whisper in his ears that the ancient gods are like substance. Fortunately, the way of the warrior monk requires a pure mind, and the drunken wind suppresses his negative emotions through a lot of meditation and meditation, but in recent years, although he no longer cares about the fights and killings of the Shadow Trace Sect, his thoughts are often uncontrollable. That's why Drunken Wind had to leave Pandaria.

"We must seize the opportunity to have some say in the tribes and alliances!" Thinking of the polluted Splendid Valley and the desperate brain-dead roar in the future, Drunken Wind was also helpless, "You must also improve your strength to make people fearful!" ”

Just as Drunken Wind lowered his head and pondered, a huge figure appeared in the hotel.

It was a black minotaur, and a male hunter minotaur with a longbow on his back, and a huge thunder lizard was shaking its head and tail at him outside the door.

"Boss! Bread for 3 people! Also, get the chocobo money soon! ”

The innkeeper quickly brought over a large plate of whole-wheat bread and reluctantly handed over a small bag of coins. The minotaur seemed to be hungry, and began to gobble up the coins without even looking at the number of coins. Unfortunately, bread was not enough for him to untie his frown.

"Hey, some bar!" Drunken Wind untied the wine gourd and threw it to the Minotaur. The minotaur seemed a little embarrassed after catching the drink, but he unscrewed the lid and took a big sip.

"Thank you, friend." The Minotaur looked better, but seemed to think of something again, and became lost again, "Your wine is really good, but it's a pity that the crazy centaurs this year have greatly reduced our grain production, and we don't make wine, otherwise you can taste our wine." ”

"It seems that you, or your clan, are in some trouble?" Drunken Wind took the wine gourd, "Let me introduce myself, my name is Drunken Wind, Drunken Wind Iron Palm, as you can see, I am a panda man warrior monk." ”

"Panda people? That's a rarity. I've heard the shamans of the clan tell stories about you, but that seems to have been a long, long time ago. Hello, panda people, drunken wind! I'm Cam of the Mane Clan. ”

The Mane Clan?

Drunken Wind stood up: "Nice to meet you, Warrior of the Mane, I bring greetings from the Celestial Horn, the River Mane, the Blood, and the High Ridge, may Mother Earth always protect you!" ”

Cam Mane also stood up, and his horns almost pierced the ceiling - unlike the lingua franca of the conversation just now, the last sentence of Drunken Wind was in the language of the Minotaur!