Warcraft novel series

A ray of dazzling sunshine woke up Chen from his deep sleep. He shook the bubbling wine gourd, moved his fat body, and poured it into his mouth. The golden liquid flowed from the corner of his mouth and over his chest covered with white down, and people realized that he was stronger than before. A little more, of course, more fat.

Chen Stormstout, a panda who likes to be called handsome, is a brewer. Brewing and drinking are his favorite things, and of course his lovely niece Xiaoli. The petite and cute little girl was standing in front of him now, looking at him impatiently, and kept muttering,"Uncle, move your fat ass quickly, it's almost noon."

At this moment. Chen obviously couldn't listen to Xiaoli's advice. A hangover is a process that a winemaker almost has to go through. Of course, how could a famous winemaker like Chen be without this process. He traveled across the continent of Azeroth and founded the Wine Festival in Orgrimmar and Stormwind City respectively. He is the only character welcomed by both camps, and is also the most popular character in that continent that loves wine. He still remembers the scene of drinking wine with their hero Gidwin Goldbeard in Ironforge, the capital of the dwarves.

It was a hearty drinking session, and the drinking was very enjoyable. This was all because he had a compatible opponent. As for Gidwin's friend, the blood elf named Voss, he had no impression of him. The soft and elegant blood elf had always been good at drinking, but a person could enter the Iron Age as a tribe member. He was not warned in Hearth, and it was obvious that he was definitely not an ordinary person.

Of course, Chen wouldn't think too much about these things. The moment the golden ale poured into his mouth and entered his body, all he could see was the quality of the wine. I have to say that Ironforge's collection of fine ales is indeed worth drinking. The rich taste gave him a rare feeling of nostalgia. But now he obviously doesn't have this time to miss it. Because he was being pulled out of his room by his niece, when a golden sunlight like a waterfall hit his face, the sleepy Chen Stormstout finally woke up from his stupor.

What caught his eyes was a piece of green grass, and beyond that was a piece of golden and attractive farmland. Farmers wearing bamboo hats were busy at work for the day. There is no winter on Mizong Island. The warmth of the four seasons prevents you from feeling the coolness brought by the sea breeze. Uniform rainfall makes this land the most suitable environment for growing crops. Lush green vegetables, fiery red peppers, tender radishes, and plump pumpkins are the main foods of the Pandaren.

Pandaren have been very good at cooking since ancient times. Even the nobles with the most sophisticated tastes in Azeroth will praise the delicacies they make. Perhaps it is the peaceful and comfortable life that gives the pandas the opportunity to constantly create. This unparalleled delicacy brings a sense of peace to the war-torn Azeroth.

Of course, the Xiongman people are not only good at cooking, their martial arts are also extensive and profound. Those martial arts that have been passed down for thousands of years are dazzling. They have the agility and speed of elf rangers, the bodies as strong as orcs and tauren, and the moves of humans. and routines, and of course their unique confusing steps and profound boxing skills. Chen Stormstout is one of their members. No one would have thought that a big fat man would be as agile as an elf. He is the proudest disciple of Master Shang Xi, the martial arts master on the Lost Island. Of course, he is also One of the members known as the Pandaren Monks. The reason why Xiaoli was so anxious to wake him up was because today was Master Shang Xi's 300th birthday. On top of the Wuchen Temple, the tallest temple on the Wandering Island, Shang Xi is receiving blessings from all the pandas.

"Xiaoli, your new clothes are so beautiful. Aunt Li’s must have made them for you."When she heard someone complimenting her on the beauty of her new clothes, Xiaoli quickly shook off Chen's thick palm and skipped to the side of the peasant woman who complimented him."Yes, it's made from this year's new cotton."This is when Chen Cai noticed that Xiaoli changed into a dark purple short coat with several delicate flowers embroidered on it. Paired with his red trousers, it was indeed suitable for attending Master Shang Xi's birthday ceremony. On the other hand, Chen looked sloppy. Many, a set of old monk leather armor, already a little dull and colorless, paired with a pair of black shorts, is really ordinary. After accepting the compliment from the farmer's aunt, Xiaoli got a bright red apple as a reward. As an orphan, Xiaoli grew up on Mizong Island. Now it is the eighth year. No one questions his origins. The simple Mizong Islanders welcome everyone with kind intentions. What's more, he is still Chen Congwai. It is said that he came from the Pandaria, the hometown of the Pandaria, which has been forgotten by the Pandaria of the Wandering Island. By a coincidence, Chen entered Pandaria and also interacted with the local pandas. Of course, it was a long time ago that people became friends. Even if I try to recall the memory, it is still vague.

But what does it matter? This does not prevent the cute and cute Xiaoli from growing up day by day and being influenced by the island. Welcomed by the residents. Compared to the residents of Chenmizong Island, who are not keen on going out, they would rather live on this island protected by a giant turtle called Shenzhenzi than set foot in the outside world. In the blink of an eye, it has been almost 500 years. It is said that the first-generation master of Wuchen Temple brought the displaced pandas to this island, let them recuperate, and set up a barrier to prevent outsiders from discovering the island.

During those long years, The Pandaren, who have grown so long that people have forgotten the outside world, live peacefully on this island, living and dying, generation after generation. It is this quiet life that makes their lifespan longer than that of the short-lived Orcs. It is common to reach 200 years old, but being able to live to 300 years old is still something worthy of celebration. No panda has ever lived such a long life. After accepting the gifts from her neighbors, Xiaoli could hardly take the gifts in her hands. He had to ask his uncle to help him get some. And Chen seemed to be willing to do this. With these gifts, at least he would not feel too embarrassed coming to see his teacher. Of course, he believed that the teacher would not care about these things.

"Uncle, you haven't been back for a long time. Master Shang Xi will definitely welcome you warmly."When he said this, a sly smile appeared on Xiaoli's lips. Chen Storm Spirits obviously recalled the meaning of this niece who was thinking of bad ideas. At this time, he couldn't help but recall that he was raped when he returned from traveling overseas three years ago. Senior Brother Baimei taught him a lesson.

Of course, it can't be called a reprimand, but there is a rule in Wuchen Temple that all monks who travel and return here must go through a martial arts training. This is a way to prove that they have not wasted their skills. No one could refuse this kind of test for any reason. Chen, who had just finished his dusty tour of Azeroth, had no time to tell his fellow disciples about the wonderful stories outside, when he was ordered by Master Shang Xi to have a test with his senior brother. Wu Xun.

At that time, he was still no match for his senior brother. After half an hour of fierce fighting, Chen was finally defeated. His senior brother said that he had not improved in kung fu, and was ridiculed by his classmates. He was also imprisoned for a month by Master Shang Xi. It was a small punishment. Thinking about it, it was enough. Chen obviously didn't want to mention those embarrassing things anymore, so he coughed calmly to interrupt Xiaoli's fantasy.

"Xiaoli, Master Shang Xi hasn’t seen you for a long time. Don’t make Master Shang Xi angry by mentioning these irrelevant things. I promise, I’ll take you with me when I travel next time."Children can't resist the temptation of the outside world. Obviously, this cute little girl has been moved by Chen's promise. If she hadn't been holding a bunch of gifts, she would have jumped up with joy."Okay, if you can't speak Arithmetic is a big stupid pig""OK, it's a deal."Chen, who finally managed to deal with Xiaoli, believed that Xiaoli would not cause any trouble to him after meeting Master Shang Xi. The painted red building is full of oriental colors. Wuchen Temple is a five-story tall building, and each floor represents With the supreme honor for the monks, those who have been able to advance to the fifth floor of Wuchen Temple so far have all become the masters of this building. There are four candidates for the next master of Wuchen Temple, all of them are young. Ji Huoquan, who is light but extremely talented, has a set of fierce boxing skills that are already quite popular. Aisha Yunge, who has a calm personality and likes to use softness to overcome strength, has reached the peak of her soft skills. As the oldest senior brother, Bai Mei followed. Master Shang Xi has been in the realm of enlightenment for more than 100 years, no matter what kind of skills he has, but at the same time his mind has become calmer and more indifferent, and he does not like to be competitive. The last person to be able to climb here is Chen Storm Spirits, who went out again three years ago Some time ago, Chen finally realized the true meaning of martial arts, Zen Tao, after retreating. He defeated all the disciples on the third level and was promoted to the fourth level. At that time, there was only Baimei on the fourth level, so Chen was regarded as a disciple of Wuchen Temple. He has attracted much attention as a candidate for the title of master.

But Chen doesn't like this title in his heart. He likes freedom by nature and is full of boredom for being locked up on this small and lost island all his life. He longs for the free sky all the time. , and of course those beautiful girls from foreign races. When he came back this time, he already knew deeply that Master Shang Xi’s 300th birthday would also be the time to elect the next master of Wuchen Temple.

With some complicated feelings, it was time to face The moment finally came. The first floor of Wuchen Temple was cleared. Except for the statue of Elder Changmei, the founder of Wuchen Temple, all debris was cleared away. The place was decorated with colorful flowers and gifts. The place was decorated into a sea of ​​joy. Several elderly female Pandaren were busy preparing sumptuous meals, and the Pandaren monks who usually performed martial arts were here to welcome the guests. The arrival of Chen and Xiaoli was obviously welcomed. The most solemn welcome.

The first person to greet Chen was his best friend Li Fei in the martial arts field. Thinking about the ten years on the third floor of Wuchen Temple, how could it be easily forgotten."Chen, you are finally back, Master Shang Xi always said that I may never see you again in this life, and I feel sorry for you.""How is it possible, this is my home, where else can I go if I don't come back."The two sturdy pandas hugged each other and beat each other on the back to celebrate this reunion. Xiaoli, on the other hand, had been called away by other children who came to play in Wuchen Temple, and she didn't know where she went.

Of course, these are all It was not what Chen cared about the most. He asked with some urgency,"Is Master Li Fei Shangxi okay? I wanted to see him when I first came back, but unfortunately the master was in retreat, so I postponed it until today."""Li Fei obviously disagreed with Chen Stormstout's remarks. When he saw him, he accompanied Chen upstairs and said with a bad smile,"Not necessarily. I remember you came back three years ago." At that time, I was beaten to pieces by Brother Baimei. At that time, you were the most resistant to coming back. Why did you change your temper today?"

Chen, who had his thoughts exposed, responded with an embarrassed look on his face,"It's not for my own good, master, otherwise. How can I be promoted to the fourth level? If the person at that time had been you, you would have benefited a lot." Li Fei shook his head and sighed,"I still know my talent myself. The third level This is already my limit. I knew it when I saw the young Ji Fire Fist and Aisha Yunge defeat me and reach the fourth level. The gap between you and me is such that I will never be able to catch up in my entire life."."

Looking at Li Fei who was a little disappointed, Chen didn't know what to say to comfort him, but after all, he had been classmates for ten years, and this little loss would not knock Li Fei down. Chen thought so. After a brief silence between the two, the fifth floor, the highest level of Wuchen Temple, finally arrived. The withered and thin Master Shang Xi was still leaning on the old wooden staff, standing at the corner of the bed and looking at the endless scenery in the distance.

"Hundreds of boats are vying with each other and thousands of sails are sailing forward, riding the wind and waves and sailing away."You must have experienced a deeper realm after returning from the voyage, Chen." Facing the teacher's question, Chen bowed deeply and said,"Coming back from the journey has allowed me to experience It is not only the loftiness of martial arts, but also the fickleness of human nature.""What is fickleness?" Master Shang Xi asked directly without looking at Chen. Chen stood up straight and said loudly,"I saw the orcs who advocate blood and glory, the tauren who love peace, the elves who are close to nature, and the people who are in the conspiracy. Struggling but extremely resilient humans and dwarves who are enthusiastic and good at forging. Those people living in Azeroth told me about the kindness of human nature and also told me about the changes that power brought to them."

Chen paused for a moment and continued,"I saw the Elf Prince Kael'thas who lost himself in order to liberate his race from the thirst for magic, and I saw the Prince Arthas who was blinded and degenerated into the Lich King. , also saw Fandral Staghelm degenerate into a servant of the fire after experiencing the pain of losing his son. This makes me know that power is not omnipotent and I need to have a kind heart at all times so as not to be blinded by the darkness and become the enemy of Azeroth."