"How do you know about demons?" Malfurion's face was surprised, "Didn't the Panda People leave Kalimdor yet?" Could it be that the demons have attacked your homeland as well? ”

"No, no, no, I'm not the current Panda Man - I'm from 10,000 years later, and it's a wonderful misunderstanding to come here, and I'm traveling through time in the Emerald Dream, so I'm afraid I can't leave here......"

The Great Druid's words surprised him, and it seemed strange to him that he had traveled through time. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"I'm sorry, I can't trust you given your outlandish rhetoric - I guess you'll need to gain my trust first."

Drunken Wind scratched the back of his head in some embarrassment.

When the oath was made, the Night Elves were particularly talkative, apparently because they had convinced the group. And all the conveniences of his own 10,000 years will depend on the present to fight.

Drunken Wind is not sure what will happen if he drastically changes history, so he decides to follow history this time.

"To be reasonable, I've been doing thighs for so long, let me hug my thighs this time!" Drunken Wind selectively forgets the days when he followed Lothar......

In fact, it is not easy for Drunken Wind to gain Malfurion's trust - Drunken Wind is a soul that travels through time, and facing the Burning Legion are Warlocks, Drunken Wind really does not dare to leave the Jade Dream Realm in soul form easily, and that eighty percent is used as nourishment by Warlocks.

Thinking of the drunken souls in the Storm Distillery, Drunken Wind shuddered - "I don't want to be in the Ancients like that!" ”

"I'd love to help fight the demons, but I can't leave the Emerald Dream Realm, the pure soul is too fragile!"

Hearing Drunken Wind say this, Malfurion frowned.

"It's a problem—but I don't know what can carry your soul, so let's go to Master Cenarius now, maybe he can do something."

"That's all it can ......"

……………………

When Drunken Wind met Cenarius in the Emerald Dream, he was stunned by the white deer beside Cenarius.

In the soul state, Drunken Wind could clearly see the powerful power contained in the body of the white deer—before that, Drunken Wind had always thought that the strength of the demigods and the guardian dragons was about the same, because in Drunken Wind's opinion, Cenarius and Ysera were about the same strength both in and out of the dream realm.

However, Malorn's presence refreshed Drunkenwind's perception of demigods.

The huge white deer was so powerful, his soul was literally bound to this world, and Drunken Wind believed that in this dream, Malone was stronger than the three Ysera's combined.

After discovering this problem, Drunken Wind felt a huge amount of pressure.

Due to his presence, the legendary orc warrior may not have had the opportunity to wound Sargeras with an oak axe (although Blox was left with only a skin wound and was seconded, he did buy time to stop Sargeras's arrival).

"That is, I am now going to complete the mission of Ronin, Brox, and Crassus?"

While he was secretly thinking about it, Malfurion came to Cenarius.

"Teacher, I found a panda man in my dream, he claims to be from 10,000 years later - his breath is very consistent with the dream, and he is willing to contribute to the fight against demons, so I brought him to you."

"He's a soul now, and he can't leave his dreams, and I want to ask if there's any way that will allow him to walk safely outside of dreams."

"Oh? Something interesting. Cenarius looked at Drunken Wind carefully, "A being who doesn't know the ways of the druids, but who can harbor the breath of nature. I've never heard Yulong say that there are panda people like you, and based on that, I have some belief that you are from 10,000 years later. ”

"Lord Yulong?" Hearing Cenarius mention Jade Long, Drunken Wind suddenly thought of the statues of the four heavenly gods - the four demigods of Pandaria can temporarily reside on the statue, and Jade Long can use the statue as his body.

Thinking of this, Drunken Wind hurriedly raised his head and asked Cenarius.

"Dear Lord Cenarius, can you still contact Lord Yulong now? If I could, I would like to have a jade body, so that I can contribute my strength without the Jade Dream Realm. ”

"I'm sorry, kid." Cenarius shook his head regretfully, "Your compatriots have long been far away from the Well of Eternity, and the four of them, Jade Long, Red Spirit, Snow Fury, and Soap, have not been in a dream for a long time, so I can't help you contact Jade Long right now." ”

"Then if it weren't for Lord Yulong's help, even if I prepared the statue, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to live in it for a long time—could it be that I just stayed in the dream world all the time, waiting for the summons?"

Drunken Wind feels embarrassed to think about it, this is the Battle of the Ancients, the Battle of the Ancients where the giants of the Burning Legion have come! When the night elves solemnly erect a statue to summon themselves, and then the demons find out that this guy is just a warrior monk who has just entered the legend, isn't it funny!

Looking at the frustrated drunkenness, Cenarius smiled gently.

"Actually, if you don't mind, I can let you participate in the War of the Ancients as a weapon."

"Weapons?"

"That's right. Another of my students, Illidan, needed a weapon, a staff or something, his magical talent was unmatched, but he was so attached to power that I wanted someone to be there for him, that kid was so rebellious, I was afraid that impulsiveness would lead him astray. ”

After listening to Cenarius's words, Zuifeng thought about it carefully.

It seems that this path is really working, and participating in the battle of the ancients as a weapon can not only help, but is there anything safer and more reliable than staying by Illidan's side?

And if he helped, maybe Illidan wouldn't have been imprisoned for 10,000 years!

Thinking of this, Drunken Wind nodded at Cenarius.

"No problem—isn't it the old man in the ring! This kind of character has a future, and I did it! ”

Although Cenarius didn't understand what "the old man in the ring" meant in Drunken Wind's mouth, he was glad to have someone willing to stay by Illidan's side at all times to remind him. If Illidan could truly return to the true path of the Druids, Cenarius believed that the future of this disciple would be limitless.

The only question now is how to get Illidan to accept the weapon possessed by the drunken wind.

"It's hard to say, wouldn't it be better to ask Tyrande to hand it over to him?"

As soon as the drunken wind spoke, Malfurion's face became very ugly.

Drunken Wind, who found the problem, hurriedly threw the pot on Deer Helmet's body: "It's Deer Helmet who said it, if Illidan doesn't agree to anything, Ti Terran will be fine - by the way, who is Tyrande?" ”

Drunken Wind pretended to be stupid and successfully covered himself, and as for whether the deer helmet would be hoisted and beaten by Malfurion, Drunken Wind could only ask him to ask for more blessings. (To be continued.) )