There are still four days to prepare for the Hearthstone event, and Fenpida has only experienced a day's waiting, and is already feeling irritated... Based on what he had seen and heard, he found that this suspected 'Azeroth' Azeroth was simply too harmonious!

Rarely fight!

Unbelievable!

Even though he has a lot of tasks, such as making money and saving Dandan, DanDan is still relatively safe now, and the Alliance and the Horde can't even kill Mathridon, and I heard that hundreds of people have died.

Although the tribe lost nearly 100 men, they finally killed the dragon slayer Gruul, and there was also a clever thief adventurer who took a dragon's spine from Gruul's corpse and gained unlimited abilities.

But... Therefore, it is still impossible to see the legendary Dandan... After all, the keys to the Dark Temple are kept by Kael'thas and Vasqui, and it is impossible for any of them to open the door of the Dark Temple.

"Or... Create a little contradiction?" Fenpida thought about it for a long time, and came up with an extremely insidious method, using his books to create contradictions between the alliance and the tribe.

"Forget it..."

"Don't make a fuss!" Fenpida shook her head, finally letting this Azeroth enter into a long-lost harmony, and destroying it herself, it's too cheap!

...

As usual, Fenbida began his excursions in Shattrath, where he went to meet and hear interesting anecdotes about the outlands.

While wandering around the Plaza, an undead adventurer surprised Fenpida a little, and very few undead males made their boring hair 'punk'.

It's so jumpy!

If I were a member of the Alliance, I would kill him!

Just as Fenpida was about to leave, the undead adventurer hurriedly ran in front of Fenbida and blocked the way, which surprised Fenbida in the face of the sudden situation.

"You..."

"You're Master Fenpida!" the undead had a pale face, his eyes glowing with a strange light, and his bones could be seen at the joints of his arms, the mutilated carrion still hanging from his body.

"Hmm!"

"Is there anything wrong?" Facing Sister Xi's mother's family, Fenbida was still quite polite, and then asked curiously.

The male undead hurriedly said, "Master Fenpida, I am your most loyal reader, but I have objections to many of your contents, but I can't cancel my love for you!"

Belch?

And this kind of operation?

Fenbida was stunned, "Anyway, do you have any opinions on those contents? Can you tell me about it, if it hits the nail on the head, I'll revise it according to what you said." ”

"Uh-huh!"

"I disagree with your idea of alliances and tribes, in which alliances and tribes can coexist, this is impossible!" the male undead continued, "Since the alliance and the tribe are divided, the members of these two camps have only one word -!"

"Life and death are the fate of all of us!"

Hiss!

This undead lad's mind is terrifying!

Fenpida was completely confused by this militant, what kind of fate is called 'only to do'? Could it be that the Alliance and the Horde cannot coexist, has this undead forgotten the previous events in the Wall of Beetles and the Dark Gate?

"Undead!"

"Tell me your name!" said Fenpida solemnly, perhaps this extremely belligerent undead could be a great man, or at least a war trigger.

"Three Seasons of Rice!"

"I'm a mage from the Tirisfarda glades!" the undead adventurer said to Fenpida.

Oops!

I'll go!

It's actually the great 'third brother'!

When Fenbida heard that the undead was called 'Three Seasons Rice', she almost stepped forward to hug him... I never thought that the three crops of rice would appear in this world, and the history is so similar!

Three crops of rice!

A figure who terrifies all the Alliance, an immortal myth of the Horde, a legend that will never be forgotten, and a true 'hero' imprinted in the hearts of all the tribesmen!

"Huh?"

"You seem to be going far away?" Fenbida saw Sanji Rice's backpack, which was actually filled with a large number of alchemy potions, judging from the appearance of the bottle and the color of the potion, almost all of them were 'invincible potions' and 'freedom of movement potions'...

"You're right!"

"I'm going back to Azeroth, to the Valley of Thorns and the Twilight Forest, to kill the Alliance's young adventurers!" said Miji Rice seriously, "It's my destiny to come to the Outlands... In a dream, I told myself to go back to what I was supposed to do!"

“...”

Fenpida was completely stunned, this third brother who was suspected of being the 'third brother' was going to realize the history that should not belong here... Should I stop it? This is not a game... After being killed, you can also find a beautiful angel sister to resurrect.

Death here represents the end of eternity! If you can meet someone who has the power of the Holy Light or the power of nature, you may have a chance to come back from the dead.

"Don't!"

"Sanji Rice, I think you need to think about a question seriously!" said Fenpida solemnly, "This question is very profound, can violence really achieve your goals?"

Sanji Dao was stunned, and then began to think about this question with the nature of 'flickering', and only after a moment, he said to Fenpida in front of him, "But... That's my idea, now that I'm a member of the Alliance and the Horde, let's do it!!"

"No!"

"To be human... It should be said that you can't be too attached to being an undead, you are already a person who has died once, and you can't die to recognize one thing!" Fenbida said, "Sometimes there are many, many ways to achieve your goal!"

Many ways?

Sanji Rice's expression began to condense, and he asked respectfully, "Master Fenpida, can you help me clear the layers of fog and let me see the truth?"

"Yes!"

"I see in you who I used to be, and a person like you could write a book - 'The People I Killed in Those Years), fantasizing yourself as a necromancer killer, specializing in slaughtering that group of young adventurers. ”

"So... You can avoid killing and achieve your potential goals!" Fenpida continued, "Do you think this idea is good?"

Astound!

Pondering ensued.

After a while, Sanji Rice hurriedly raised his head and said to Fenpida in front of him, "Thank you... I seem to have found my own way, and in this case... I'm going to finish this one!"

"Huh!"

"Remember to come to me when you're done, and I'll help you get it published!" said Fenbida.

"Good!"

Looking at the figure of Sanji Rice leaving, Fenpida felt that the 'red scarf' on his chest was much brighter, and he inadvertently saved countless lives!

"Legend... Or let it continue in another world, and this world... Forget it!"

Fenbida sighed, and began his wanderings again.

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