Titan Tour of Azeroth

Black coast, Oberding Pier.

Boss Hu saw the pandaren cloud wanderer waiting on the shore.

The chubby panda man looks middle-aged, with light brown and black hairs messed up by the sea breeze. A gourd hangs from the top of a long wooden stick behind him, and is also blown by the sea breeze right now. shake.

Seeing the incarnation of Titan, the pandaren immediately walked up quickly and leaned over to perform a salute.

"Cloudwalker Shang Xi has seen Lord Sarodar."

Hu Feng looked at the turtle behind Shang Xi whose body size was only enough to ride one person, it was not God Mako.

"Welcome to the night elf land, Master Shang Xi, go, follow me to Suramar."

Shangxi shook his head, bowed again, and handed a volume of sealed letters in both hands.

"Master God, please forgive me for not being able to stay for a long time. God Mako is still waiting for me to return at this moment, this trip is just to send you a letter."

Hu Feng heard Yan suddenly had a bad hunch.

Took a deep breath, opened the volume of letters, and then found Liu Lang to write.

"The Titan Divine sees the letter as it meets. Until the last parting, when the sea and the vicissitudes of the earth, knowing that they will never meet again, they can only tell the situation of Pandaria by letter."

"Liu Lang ... Has the fairy passed away?"

Shang Xiwen said, with a sore face, nodded slowly.

"Yes, Lord God, Master Liu Lang died long before I was born, but God Mako took over the dream of an old friend and continued to leave the Pandaria mainland with the pandaren who are willing to travel."

The pandaren's words just fell, and the distant empty sea in the distance was suddenly shrouded in mist.

When the dense fog spread again, Hu Feng and the elves behind him saw an extremely large island.

That is God Mako, and this turtle has grown to the size of an island at the moment.

Cangshan Jinsong on the turtle's back, the tower of the glazed flying tile and the classical building group stood on it. The auspicious clouds floated in the sky, and a pure black cloud dragon flying up and down in the fog was vaguely visible.

"Liu Lang is a friend of Lord Goddess, so God Mako trusts you and shows his whereabouts."

"Lost Island ..."

"Yes, that high tower is the Wuchen Temple, which houses the statue of Master Liu Lang."

Sighed again, Hu Feng lowered his head and continued to read Liu Lang's letter.

Back then, after returning to Pandaria, Liu Lang conveyed Titan Sarodal ’s suggestions to the Supreme Four Gods, and successfully received the attention of the Four Gods.

The pandaren avoiding the world does more harm than good. Only by reintegrating into the world can we continue to develop and prosper.

But if you want to disperse the mist that covers Pandaria mainland, you still need to find a specific method.

Mist is the manifestation of Shao Hao ’s will and spirit. The belief of this last emperor for the people is extremely strong, so it is extremely difficult to disperse the mist.

But the Supreme Four Gods are also looking for ways at this moment, they also want to reawaken Shaohao.

Since the end of the dynasty era, the pandaren have been in a state of scattered sand, and even the Great Wall area is temporarily defended by the Shado-Pan.

The people are losing their enterprising spirit and fighting belief. A new dynasty must stand up and continue to lead the pandaren.

The last emperor Shaohao was the best choice.

Wake up Shaohao, disperse the mist, and return to the world. This is Liu Lang ’s plan to the Four Heavenly Gods in conjunction with Titan Sarodhar ’s proposal.

"White Tiger Xueran greeted Titan Sarrod, hoping to meet one day."

Carefully put away the letter, boss Hu's mood was very heavy.

The leisurely death of an old friend is always sad.

"After you go back, let me worship Master Liu Lang for me."

Shang Xi was stunned for a while, "Aren't you going to go to Lost Island?"

Hu Feng slowly shook his head,

"I won't go anymore, the Sri Lankan people have gone, only the tragic sadness."

Shang Xi sighed softly, leaned over the Titan incarnate and arched his hand.

"Then, I will say goodbye now, and God Mako will continue to embark on the journey of Yunyou."

Hu Feng raised his hand, the golden divine power condensed in his hands, and finally turned into a divine crystal.

"Buried this crystal in the land of Mizuo Island, the location ... Just right under the Wuchen Temple, the divine power will nourish God Mako and let him get rid of the pain caused by old age.

Shang Xi nodded heavily and took the Divine Power Crystal with both hands without saying any words of gratitude.

Mounted on his own turtle mount, the pandaren wanderer returned to the lost island on the distant sea.

A very familiar but strange strange erhu sounded.

Panda Fei forgets his home and goes back to dreams at night. Whoever returns by night, the shimmer is slightly drunk and wandering. . .

Si Wei is an ancient inscription, her husband dreams of breaking the town, away from the rich, go with the wind, forget home. . .

Reminiscences of the wind and my memory, sparsely remembered under the cliff. Wandering all over the place is ideal, ideal. . .

That is the song of Liu Lang.

This Shang Xi, this one should also be the day when there is no meeting again.

"Why is the flame of war burning, why is autumn leaves falling, the nature is invincible, and my generation is also confused ..."

"Who holds the fist of fists, protects the country and the state to punish the evil, and the Dafa naturally removes the demon, the battle is endless and the disaster is endless, how can my generation fight ..."

If the Supreme Four Gods can be implemented according to the opinions put forward by Liu Lang and himself, then when the mist of Pandaria mainland dissipates, a new Shaohao dynasty will return.

On the surface of the sea, the dense fog began to rise slowly again.

The four huge turtle fins of Shen Mako forced the sea surface ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ instantly set off a huge wave, and then gradually disappeared into the thick fog in the distance.

Pandaria mainland, Valley of the Four Winds.

In the Storm Spirits Distillery, a young pandaren is playing with a stick in his hand on a wooden platform. A small wooden barrel is tied to each end of the stick.

"Chen, if you want to be selected by Bai Huxue in anger, go to the Shadow Track Temple to become a qualified monk who takes the wind.

The young pandaren whispered, and then began to work hard to calm the mind.

Kunlai Snow Mountain, Yingzhang Temple.

The sky-wide snowflakes never seem to stop, and the thick sound of the big bell in the shadow temple spreads throughout the mountains.

A team of wind-walking monks wearing thin singles, uniformly boxing their feet and practicing martial arts on the square platform of Yingzong Temple.

On the eaves of the central temple, a large white tiger squatted on it, watching the monks who practiced underneath with dignity.

The dynasty wants to revive, and force is essential.

Bai Hu Xue Nu doesn't agree with Qinglong Yulong's attitude of avoiding war, and thinks that she is too gentle, which can be seen from the woven fog monk she and Zhu He Chijing jointly taught.

The gentle wind of healing can't repel the mantis demon outside the Great Wall. As long as the monks who step on the wind maintain a stable mind, the evil spirit will still not appear.

And the white tiger Xueran was very interested in the Titan who ruled the night elves in Kalimdor.

He pursues the same thinking strategy as himself, knowing that force is not an end, but a means.

So for the advice he brought Liu Lang, Bai Hu chose to support it first.

Awakened Shaohao, dispelled the mist, and the pandaren could no longer escape.