In the northern part of Alwyn Forest, in the Sunshine Woods, on a secluded hillside, there is a small wooden house in the human style.

Merry Winterwind's pale and stiff face was full of worry at the moment, and although he had transformed himself into an undead, he was still keeping an eye on the situation in the human world.

The division and decline of the Arathso Empire made him very sorry and painful.

As a friend and courtier of Emperor Soladin, he loved the once glorious empire of unity.

The dead are dying and the times are changing, and Merry feels like a bad decision to transform into an undead.

For eternal life is also a curse.

The empire to which he was loyal had long since fallen apart, and the reasons and beliefs that he had once become undead had also dissipated.

Pledge allegiance to Fort Riptide, now ruled by House Thorbain?

If you want to talk about orthodoxy, it is only the Lothar family of the Stormwind Kingdom.

Oh, for some reason, Merry shouldn't have used the last name Winter Wind anymore, now he should be called Merry Evil Wind.

Suddenly, the terrifying energy fluctuations coming from behind him made his body tremble, and the fluctuations were extremely familiar to him.

He turned around with a shudder and saw his mentor's face, still young, as if the years had never affected him.

"Yes, Merry, the secluded little life is quite leisurely. Boss Hu looked at Merry with a smile and said.

"Mentor ... I... Merry struggled to speak, not knowing for a moment where to start.

Hu Feng shrugged his shoulders, turned around and walked towards the cabin, pushed open the door and looked around, and then sat down on a wooden stool.

"Egwene often comes to see you, doesn't he?"

"Uh... Yes, Mentor, I beg your pardon for failing to teach a good Guardian, I ... ”

"Oh, let's talk about it, haven't I already agreed to your transformation into an undead, why are you so afraid to see me?"

Merry's parched lips opened, and finally let out a sigh.

"I... I don't know if I'm a mage now, something happened to me, so I don't know what I am now... ”

"You're talking about the soul of the Dreadlord imprisoned in you?please, I've noticed the demon's soul restless from a long distance. Boss Hu sneered a few times and answered.

Merry nodded bitterly when she heard this, "Yes, I caught him before he tried to mess around, but this Dreadlord is strong, I killed his body, but his soul wanted to control me, and I resisted, so now it has become like this." ”

"Are you using this demonic power?"

"Yes, so I don't know if I'm a math yet, I feel like I'm similar to those orc warlocks, but not all, if I have to make a conclusion... I can only say that it is a mixture of a mage and a warlock.,I... I disobeyed your teachings, so I didn't have the face to see you. ”

"Come on, don't mother-in-law, how can you be afraid of this and that after becoming an undead, the alliance needs you now, so pack your things and go to Stormwind City with me." ”

"Alliance?

"Oh, the newly formed organization, which is still in private and undisclosed nature, with members such as Night Elves, Stormwind Kingdom, Dwarves, and Gnomes, and alternate member Quel'Thalas. Boss Hu got up and walked out.

Storm Fortress, King's Hall.

A teleportation circle suddenly appeared in the center of the hall and began to spin.

Everyone present just glanced at it a few times and went on to do their own thing.

Beings who can be allowed to teleport directly to the throne hall have no one else but the Titan God of the Night Elves.

The figures of Boss Hu and Meili slowly appeared, and then strode towards the side hall conference room on the side of the hall.

In the room, King Lane, the Duke of Lothar, and the Duke of Berval raised their heads to look at the two of them.

"Lord God, this is... Uh, an undead?" said Lothar, with some surprise.

King Ryan pondered for a moment, then suddenly realized, walked briskly, and saluted Merry.

"Welcome to Stormwind City, we are deeply honored to be able to come to the famous Merry Winterwind, it seems that no one else can please touch you except Lord Shenzun, your former mentor, hahaha. ”

Hu Feng waved his hand, "Okay, keep the compliments for later, let's talk slowly." How's the Horde's offensive now?"

"Because we are prepared, the situation is still under control, but the overall situation is changing towards a tug-of-war. ”

Grand Duke Boval pointed to the sand table and demonstrated to Boss Hu the distribution of the forces of the two sides and the direction of attack.

"Well, that's almost time for the next step. Hu Feng observed for a moment, nodded, and said to everyone.

Pandaria Continent.

Ever since being wrapped in mist and drifting to the unknown seas, the panda people of Pandalia have lived a relatively peaceful life, with only one threat and one enemy.

The remnants of the Mogu Clan are now torn apart, driven out into the wilderness, or in the mountains, and the panda people only need to send scouts to closely monitor them, so they can't make any big waves, so they can only be regarded as a threat.

In the wasteland beyond the Great Wall, the Mantis Demon will attack the Great Wall once in a while, and the Panda People's Great Wall Guardians and Shadow Garrison Camp stand here to resist the attack of the Mantis Demon, which is the only enemy of the Panda People at the moment.

There are also a few exploratory and adventurous beings among the pandamen, who are eager to see the outside world and integrate into Azeroth, but the fog that keeps them safe is also the biggest obstacle.

However, there is a way to do it, and in the past, the most famous adventurer, Liu Lang, would occasionally return to the continent of Pandaria and take with him those Pandaren Wandering Scholars who were willing to leave with him.

Liu Lang's giant turtle named Kamikoko has a special talent: no matter where the Pandaria continent is, he can find his way home accurately.

And as time passed, Liu Lang grew old and never returned to Pandalia in the end, and the turtle god Mako inherited Liu Lang's last wish, and he still regularly returned to the Pandaria continent to take away those panda people who wanted to leave.

The size of the Panda Monkey grew larger and larger, and finally it was as large as an island, and the adventurous panda people have been living on the back of the Monkey Son, with mountains, rivers, farmland, villages and towns, and the Panda People wanderers have been living on the back of the turtle and have named this place the Lost Island.

On this day, when the war was raging on the continent of the distant eastern kingdom, it was also the time when the true son of God returned to the continent of Pandaria again.

Huge sea turtles slowly approached the shore, and the long coastline of the Kasanlang jungle seemed to suddenly have an extra piece of land.

A large number of panda people have been waiting here for a long time, each of them carrying large bags and small bags, and some of them are dragging their families, ready to land on Lost Island.

However, this time it was also a little different, a very famous figure in the continent of Pandaria was also leaving, he was the most famous winemaker, and he was also a powerful warrior monk, he tied a long wooden stick to a large wooden barrel at both ends, which was used as a weapon in wartime, and used as a mobile barrel for his wine in peacetime.

Chen* Storm Spirits waved goodbye to all the members of the family who had come to see him off, telling them to take care of the Storm Spirits Distillery, and the warrior monk took only his stick and two barrels with him, and resolutely climbed onto the back of Kamiko's turtle.

Unlike other pandaren travelers, he only lived temporarily for a while, and when Kamiko got close to the Eastern Kingdom or the continent of Kalimdor, he would leave in a small boat and go to that extremely strange world alone.

He carried a letter from the White Tiger Snow Fury, one of the Four Heavenly Gods, and he had a mission on his trip to find the incarnation of the Titan deity and give him the letter from the White Tiger, so that he could explore the long-awaited world as he wished.

After everyone landed on the Lost Island, Kamiko held her head high, glanced at the continent of Pandaria with a little nostalgia, and then turned to leave.

His huge body was no less than the fastest swimming fish in the sea, and he rode the wind and waves, and disappeared from the eyes of everyone on the shore in a few moments.

Lost Island is once again far away.