Pandaria Continent, Great Wall, Beaulieu Spine.

Boss Hu and Emperor Shaohao walked side by side on this old walled city with no edge in sight.

"The far east, the vast frontier, the stretching old wall, how many vicissitudes of life, how many descendants, how many rivers, thousands of miles, and eternal borders. ”

Hu Feng walked past a section of the old and dilapidated city wall beside him, then stopped, stretched out his hand and touched the dilapidated and smooth protruding shoulder of the city wall in front of him.

Looking at this ancient dragon that was initiated and built by the royal family of the Ancient Demon Dynasty, and built by countless panda people and slaves with tears and blood to build stone bricks one by one, and finally built up, Boss Hu had already hidden it deep in his heart, and the memory of his past life, which had already been somewhat vague, came to his heart again.

Always remember where you come from, always remember that you are human at heart, and always remember that you can never forget your roots.

But now, looking at the continuous rivers and mountains of Pandaria, Hu Feng suddenly found that he was too far away from home.

An old country, how many disappearing truths, a page of Haohan's years, how many desires become tragic.

"Hubris. ”

Looking at the gloomy land outside the Great Wall, Hu Feng sighed, referring to the Ancient Demon Dynasty.

"I have long known from Master Liu Lang's codex that Lord Shenzun likes our language, and can also answer fluently and say some good words that make people think deeply, and now it seems that what Master Liu Lang said is true. ”

Emperor Shaohao also held on to the city wall, looking at the gloomy wasteland of fear outside the gate.

Hu Feng smiled when he heard this, "It's just that I feel like looking at the Great Wall, but I have a very different feeling about this place." ”

Sylvanas, who was following behind Boss Hu, pouted and leaned against the city wall behind him, looking at the architectural styles and customs around him that were completely different from the other continental styles of Azeroth.

Queen Xi has been a little tired of sitting on the frozen throne recently, so she ran back to the Palace of Eternal Night, and it happened that Sarodar was coming to the Pandaria continent, so she came with her for a walk.

Not far ahead, there is a small fortress at the head of the city, which has been converted into a temple for the monks of the Great Wall Guardian Corps to cultivate their self-cultivation on a daily basis.

Because it was not a vacation time, the temple was empty at the moment, the gate was also open, and the faint smoke from the incense inside the temple slowly drifted away in the wind.

"The confused country, the mysterious temple, the emperor's medal, the battlefield of yesterday, the chest of the warrior, but who is willing to be nostalgic. ”

Stunned in place, staring at the silent temple for a moment, Hu Feng sighed again meaninglessly, as if he had something to say, and then shook his head with a smile.

"It seems that Lord Shenzun has a lot of feelings, the Great Wall... It is the pride of our panda people, and at the same time, it is also a scar of racial history of blood and tears. ”

Emperor Shaohao also sighed, but the sighs between the two obviously referred to different things.

Continuing to stroll side by side along the city's top avenue, Queen Xi uncharacteristically did not make noise or tsundere, and quietly followed behind, carefully observing the somewhat different Sarodar today.

The low and powerful horn sounded suddenly, and as far as the eye could see, the beacon fire wolf Yantai at the head of the Great Wall in the distance was lit one after another, and the wolf smoke rolled into the sky one after another, and it did not disperse for a long time.

"It is estimated that Thor's small force has come to harass the territory of the Cao Dynasty again, and they just refuse to give up... Eh, where did I just go?"

Shao Hao looked up at the wolf smoke in the sky that had been lingering for a long time and shook his head, but he was not worried.

"The blood, tears, scars of the race. ”

"Ahh That's right, the once brutal Mogu Dynasty wantonly enslaved our compatriots, didn't treat us as intelligent creatures at all, didn't have enough food and clothing, and built those magnificent palaces for the Mogu royal family day and night, as well as the Great Wall under our feet. ”

"But you survived, didn't you, the Mogu didn't crush you, and now everything they have belongs to you. Boss Hu replied with a smile.

Emperor Shaohao nodded a little wistfully, and then sighed as well.

"Yes, but these are indeed emotionally complicated for us, every brick and tile here, every shoulder of the city, may be buried with a former compatriot. As he spoke, Shao Hao stomped the bricks under his feet hard, "So that's right, maybe all this belongs to us now, to the racial glory and miracle of the panda people, but our ancient nation has experienced too much suffering, and these glories are also the testimony and vigilance of blood and tears, and pride also contains pain." ”

"The lonely dragon, the illustrious old wall, can never be opened, never thrown away, always pretending to be a hero... And for what?"

Hu Feng made a pun, as if he was pointing something again, and seemed to be missing something.

Shao Hao also found out that Titan Sarodar seems to have been punning all the time today, as for what the hidden level is, Shao Hao doesn't dare to ask, and he doesn't want to ask.

Everything in the world exists, and there is always a deepest thought in the heart, so why bother to get to the bottom of it.

Hu Feng held the city wall in his hands, and looked at the wasteland of fear outside the pass.

How long has it been since I left that distant country, my distant old homeland? 10,000 years?

The former self, I still remember many times, constantly complaining in my heart about everything in that country, accusing all the injustices of the living environment, and degrading that country as worthless, is the grave of freedom.

Always thinking about escaping, always thinking about going forever to those beautiful countries that I have never been to, only seen in various advertorials with ulterior motives, and never come back.

Then, he got his wish, left that kingdom, and never went back.

Don't you think about it in your heart?

Although Jintang is good, it is not as good as its hometown.

If you really don't think about it, then why do you want to desperately preserve the memories of the old days, and preserve the ordinary, ordinary, useless and chaotic human nature that was once ordinary?

"Ah!!!h

The Titan let out a roar that resounded across the Splendid Valley and the Dreaded Wasteland.

The divine power in the sky churned, rolling dark clouds collided, and bursts of thunder continued endlessly, responding to the churning emotions in the hearts of the Titan gods.

The downpour was mixed with lightning and thunder, and the natural power of the thunder bombarded the gloomy land of the feared wasteland beyond.

On this day, there are countless mantis demons who have died from the natural disasters set off by this Titan god, and no one will care.

Emperor Shaohao didn't ask or stop him, just stood aside and quietly looked at the Titan God Venerable who was venting his emotions.

His instincts told him that the Great Wall of the Pandaren had reminded the Titan deity of sealed memories that he had hidden deep in his heart and had never told anyone.

Hiding the old country.

Hiding the truth of the facts.

Hidden in the vast years.

Hidden desires and ideals.

Blindfolded, there was no longer anyone shouting that day.

Blindfolded, you can see the same scar you admired in the past.

"If you want to be the most favored queen of gods, then I advise you to never ask anything about what you have seen today, Lady Sylvanas. ”

Emperor Shaohao raised his hand to stop Queen Xi, who wanted to go up to question, and shook his head.

"I don't think you understand the feminine virtues of our panda people, a good wife, you just need to remember silently, try your best to soothe rather than get to the bottom of it. ”

Sylvanas was stunned when he heard this, looked at the Pandaren Emperor in front of him, and after a moment, turned his head to look at Sarodar who was facing the Fearful Wasteland.

Maybe... This is his deepest true emotion, right? He never told anyone around him.

The true appearance of those who are hidden behind the surface of ruthlessness, profit, laziness and willfulness that is surrounded and protected by the power of the Titans.

Boss Hu turned around, his face was not sad or happy, he regained his usual loose and casual nature, and with some dick smiles.

"Okay, let's go, let's go, I just felt it, it's nothing, haha. ”

Is there really nothing going on?

It's just that the truest appearance is re-disguised.

Sylvanas looked the Titan in the eye, who smiled back at her.

After a while, Queen Xi showed a rare gentle smile and nodded her head.

"Then keep walking. ”

An uncrowned body, a selfless thought, a wall of eminence.

No one can rush away.

No one can throw it low.

Who wants to be willing to wander?

The rain gradually stopped, and the majestic old wall continued to stand on the continent of Pandaria, just like every day of the old days.

Forever and forever.