Drunken Wind, overwhelmed by the news of Illidan Fury, only to find that he had a lot of questions left unasked of Malfurion, such as how many days he slept - and how he was able to return to the Stonetalon Mountains. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info But I was drunk and I didn't want to go back, so I could only follow my impressions.

Soon, the drunken wind, who thought he could, was lost in the vast Kalimdor with the can......

"Forget it, whatever, I can always go out, don't be afraid!" Comforting himself, Drunken Wind simply didn't care where he was, just let the cans go all the way south.

After three days, Drunken Wind finally knows his location: Durotar!

It's no wonder you don't know all the landmarks here...... Everything here is completely different from the impression of the game, Durotal, who has no trace of the orcs, is surprisingly quiet, the activities of the beasts in winter have been greatly affected, and the harpy, which should have been haunted, did not notice the drunken wind at all due to the low flight altitude and the slackness of the winter sentinels.

Drunken Wind, who had found his place, was not in a hurry, and simply wandered over Durontar against the cold wind, specifically observing the land.

In fact, Drunken Wind often thinks about whether to simply lead the minotaurs to occupy this place, and even if the orcs arrive, they can only obediently change places. However, after careful observation, Zuifeng found that this land was really not suitable for the settlement of the Minotaurs, and Dulongtal, which was mainly based on the plains, had almost no defense points, and once the foreign enemy attacked, he could only choose to just face it. Orcs have the ability to be fertile, and their populations are growing rapidly, but the Minotaurs can't do that, and it's the king to recuperate in an easy-to-defend and hard-to-attack terrain like Mogaolei.

"Forget it~" Seeing this, Drunken Wind no longer bothered, and simply neatly let the can, which was already frozen and began to protest, turn around and return to the Stonetalon Mountains.

Back in the Coke Valley, Drunken Wind found that the Minotaurs had almost everything for the winter, and that thick Kodo animal skin tents were propped up on the land. Without the harassment of the centaurs, after the minotaurs got enough food from the goblins, they enjoyed the days of pure "hot kang heads for wives and children" for the first time.

"Hey, drunken wind! You're back! Kane Bloodhoof gave a big hug when he saw Drunken Wind, "I miss you, how about we have a banquet today to celebrate?" ”

"Good! I've been eating dry food for the past few days, and I'm not feeling well! ”

After this banquet, the daily life has become relaxed and regular, so I can't help but start to summarize and think about my year.

Since leaving Pandaria, Drunken Wind has had a lot of small accidents along the way, but the general direction is right, in order to prevent the Splendid Valley from being polluted and corrupted in the future, Drunken Wind has worked hard to improve his voice in Azeroth, looking for allies for the Panda people. Now it seems that the Minotaurs have become their undisputed number one supporters - and if the reality is any prestige, their Minotaur popularity is definitely worship. In addition, it seems that he has had a good relationship with the Night Elves in the future (and past), and the Grand Druid Malfurion Fury and his rebellious brother Illidan Fury have a good relationship with him. The goblin Gazruvi is not good because of his interests and his own enthusiasm, as a visitor from another world with a different thinking, Drunken Wind has the confidence to use his interests to tie Gazruvi, a master of architecture and engineering, to his chariot.

Overall, except that I am still single and my cooking skills have not improved at all (or even regressed!). In addition, this year has been quite good.

At this point, Drunken Wind was embarrassed to find that the tent of Hamuel Rune Totem next door had begun to vibrate regularly again - according to Drunken Wind's estimates, a large number of young minotaurs might be born next year.

The helpless drunken wind could only come out for a walk, but found that it was actually snowing in the Stonetalon Mountains, and the snowflakes were flying, and everything was silent. The falling snowflakes melted on the warm land, making the land wet and muddy, and the small hills in the distance were already covered with snow, which reminded Zuifeng of his longing for Kunlai Mountain.

"If only reality was like a game, it would be nice to be able to use Zen Buddhism to make a pilgrimage back to Sunny Peak." Drunken Wind couldn't help but sigh for a while, "Then maybe I'll go back to the Shadow Zen Monastery to have a look, right?" ”

Centaurs, separated from the minotaurs by a mountain range, had a hard time, and this year without the minotaurs as a winter raider (and food) for the centaurs, almost all centaur archers had to participate in hunting to make a living, and this huge contrast made the dissatisfaction quickly spread among the centaurs.

Seeing this, the Maradon Khan acted with joy in his heart, and once again mobilized the four centaur clans in the desolate land to form a centaur alliance, preparing to break through the pass and pursue after the main force of the minotaurs left the mouth of the Stonepaw Valley.

Centaurs are marauders, not lowly hunters!

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At this moment, the new King of Stormwind, Varian Wrynn, who defeated the orc army and brought the human warriors and civilians to return to Stormwind City, was also helplessly watching the heavy snow in Danmoro.

In just a few short years, Varian Ureon and his kingdom of Stormwind have gone through a lot, from the sudden fall of Medivan and the opening of the Dark Gate, to the raid on Karazhan to close the Dark Gate, to the assassination of King Ryan Wrynn, the fall of Stormwind, and the northward movement of the remnants of Stormwind to the Component Alliance...... Varian Ureon is still a little immature, but he's not the carefree teenager anymore.

"Alright, Varian. Don't look at it, be careful of catching a cold, you haven't rested much these days. ”

Hearing this, Varian turned his head: "Aren't you the same, Uncle Lothar?" I always feel like it's not over yet. ”

"Perhaps......" said Sir Anduin Lothar, whose voice was full of exhaustion, "so we need to recuperate and face the challenges that are coming!" ”

"Hey, hey! Little Varian and Lothar! Don't run - you haven't finished drinking with me! Hearing Brian Copperbeard's shout behind them, the two of them were embarrassed in unison, and then they fled separately in tacit understanding.

Azeroth in the snow is peaceful and quiet, but in the midst of this peace and tranquility, countless shadows are slowly approaching - the seven years of the Dark Gate are about to pass, and the eight years of the Dark Gate that are about to come are destined not to be peaceful!