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   It’s nothing more than the Alliance and the Horde setting up their own territory in the outer domain. If the Horde wants to go to Nagrand, the Alliance will inevitably hold back.

   These have little to do with the ancient oath, as long as the two sides can find out the motive of the Burning Legion in the end.

"ha!"

  Splitting five layers of thick bricks with bare hands, Charlemagne clasped his fists and bowed to the applause of the surrounding pandaren monk apprentices.

After several months of practice, he has gradually got rid of his status as a monk. According to the tradition of the Pandaren, he could choose to work in the Temple of the Four Heavenly Gods and become a temple protector, or join the Shado-Pan to defend Pandaria, or even set foot on the Travel the Journey Become a Lorewalker.

   But Charlemagne was not a real pandaren born and raised after all. In the past few months, he spent most of his time studying the magic net besides studying the monk's homework.

  Occasionally, in spare time, I would ask the monks and elders about some ancient stories and legends of Pandaria.

   These monk elders mentioned the most is undoubtedly Kang, the first monk who led the Pandaren against the brutal rule of the mogu, and Shaohao, the last emperor who turned into mist to protect Pandaria from the Sha demon ten thousand years ago.

  Of course, it is inevitable to mention the chaos during the mogu rule. The name Leishen is a household name among pandaren. Because it is often used by parents to scare children, Leishen has almost become the nightmare in the hearts of all red pandas...

   In July 26, Charlemagne returned to his room to analyze the magic net after finishing the morning class.

   "Hoo..."

  After completing the finishing work, Duke Theron breathed out a sigh of relief, "The long analysis is finally completed. Sure enough, it is very troublesome to understand the magic net structure of an area from the beginning..."

  Although before he left, the three Windrunner sisters said they would go back in a year at most, but he didn't expect it would take so much time.

   It has been half a year since departing from Quel'Thalas in January. Fortunately, the final analysis of the magic net was finally completed today.

   In the past six months, Charlemagne has rarely lived a very peaceful life. There are no state affairs to disturb him, and no one urges him with responsibilities. With a clear mind, he has made rapid progress in the practice of monkhood.

  Thanks to his original vision and combat experience, even without power, he can defeat most of the monks and instructors in Sunny Peak, and even the elders can fight back and forth.

   Regarding his progress and achievements, the master Xuanniu who has been sitting in the Qingri Peak all year round-Peng Shu, who is known as the indestructible King Kong, is also somewhat moved.

"Since I came to Qingri Peak as an instructor, there has never been a monk like you who has completed the practice that others need years or even decades in just a few months. Completely out of school.

  The identity of this master is not ordinary. He is the head of the Black Bull Sect, the most devout believer of Niuzao, and he is in charge of almost all Niuzao believers. If he is not a good teacher, he should have been seated in the Niuzao Temple on the Mantis Plateau.

  Charlemagne clasped his fists in a respectful salute, and said a few words of humility, but he thought in his heart, "It is because you, the black bull master who is not doing business properly, are not here, that Niuzao Temple will be besieged by the mantid demon in the future..."

The martial monk graduated from school, and the analysis of the magic net was also completed. Charlemagne's stay at Qingri Peak is no longer meaningful. The monk's practice is about being led by the master, and the practice is personal. He simply packed his luggage and prepared to go to the Valley of the Four Winds that day. Find out the magic net, and then teleport back directly to Quel'Thalas.

   "Meow~"

  Before leaving, Mr. Bigworth, who poked his head out from Charlemagne's chest, looked at the clean courtyard in front of him with some reluctance.

  Since Charlemagne travels around most of the time throughout the year, and it is rare for Mr. Bigworth to have a few months of clean life, he will naturally miss this hut where he spent several months peacefully.

  Charlemagne smiled and rubbed the kitten's head, "Don't be sad, if you like this place, we can come back again in the future, but I'm afraid it won't be so peaceful next time."

  The next time I come back, I will probably bring my family with me... I hope the monks practicing in Qingri Peak will not shout FFF.

  Because the emerald dragon gifted by Yulong a few months ago had already been released by him to the Qinglong Temple, this trip to Banshan Town in the Valley of the Four Winds he took...a kite specially provided by Qingri Peak.

   This unscientific and non-magical product was still at a loss when Charlemagne landed in Banshan Town. He couldn't figure out what principle this thing used to fly in midair for a long time.

   You must know that this is not a simple journey from the peak of Kun-Lai Mountains to the Valley of the Four Winds, separated by the Impassable Valley of Splendid Blossoms.

Charlemagne came here on this black-tech kite passing through the veiled plank road. He also met Candle Dragon again by coincidence. The pandaren who flew on Xianglong along the way seemed to be accustomed to this magical kite, and they were very friendly with him. greet.

  Rubbing his temples with a headache, Charlemagne simply stopped thinking about it, and just assumed that this thing was infused with true energy by the master to fly.

  The Valley of the Four Winds is the most important food production area after the Pandaren sealed the Eternal Blossoms Valley. Farms and pastures are scattered all over this land.

  It was midsummer in July, and the grain in the Valley of the Four Winds had entered the final stage of maturity. What you saw from the sky was the golden rice fields, and it seemed that the harvest time was approaching.

Banshan Town is located in the center of the Valley of the Four Winds, surrounded by well-developed waterways. To the north is the golden fan lake with green leaves and the vast Cattail Lake. In the Yanzi River in the south.

  With a suitable climate and abundant water sources, it is no wonder that the Valley of the Four Winds will become the core residential area of ​​the pandaren.

  According to Charlemagne's observations along the way, the number of residents here is probably several times more than that of the Jade Forest and Kun-Lai Mountains combined.

   When Charlemagne entered the Mid-Levels Bazaar to visit, he unexpectedly found a group of pandaren surrounded here, and there seemed to be a familiar voice in the crowd talking loudly.

   "I'm telling you! The beer I brew is definitely better than that of the Stormstouts. I will make that stubborn old man admit his failure!"

   "That's right! Uncle Chen's wine is definitely better than Uncle Gao's!"

"Forehead…"

  The corner of Charlemagne's mouth twitched. This familiar bragging rhythm made him immediately understand who the person was inside. He even basically figured out what kind of treatment Old Chen's nephew had received in the Storm Spirits Brewery.

   But this is the family affairs of the Storm Spirits family, and it is not easy for him as an outsider to intervene, so he simply let Lao Chen and Lili continue to brag and complain, and he decided to get down to business first.

  In an inaccessible and abandoned farmland in the west of Banshan Market, Charlemagne finally found a suitable magic net node.

  Charlemagne finally rubbed Mr. Bigworth's cat ears, and said with a chuckle, "Okay, let's go home. This peaceful continent of Pandaria will also usher in changes."

   "Meow~"