Chapter 387:
The good days of being a guest at Baihu Temple have come to an end for Wrath of Evil, who was soon beaten to the point of dying.
The enemy did not respect martial ethics and turned from single combat into group fights.
"You are so despicable!"
Wrath Sha, unwilling to accept it, roared angrily.
Then the last bit of its energy was exhausted, and the soul returned to the earth again, waiting for the opportunity to make a comeback.
As long as there is strife in Pandaria, the Sha of Wrath will be able to absorb the anger, and it will soon take shape again.
There is no need for a large-scale war, just quarrels and small destruction are enough.
So this is inevitable.
The only thing people can do is to find these evil spirits as soon as possible.
They can be easily eliminated before they grow up.
Of course, the premise is that this cannot be played out.
Otherwise, the situation will reappear.
The developed demon will become difficult to deal with.
The negative energy they emit can affect the consciousness of living creatures.
When the evil demon reaches a certain level, those strong Pandaren with good strength will not be able to participate in the battle at all!
Even if they usually focus on cultivating their character, it won’t work.
At this time, the belated Pandaren warriors were lingering on the periphery where the evil spirit had not completely dissipated, and they did not dare to step into this dangerous place.
Venerable White Tiger proudly walked to the edge of the battlefield with his head held high and announced his victory to his younger brothers.
"With the help of that friend, I have eradicated this scourge!"
When he told the situation proudly, he deliberately highlighted how heroic he was and how much effort he had exerted.
This is all true and is not a lie.
However, Chunqiu's brushwork is very smooth.
Focus on highlighting your own contributions, and briefly mention others' contributions.
Doesn’t this raise your own image?
Venerable White Tiger has no other meaning, he is just a big tiger who likes to brag.
If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't defeat the Evil of Wrath before.
He had already brought a group of younger brothers to show off.
The wise and pushy Venerable White Tiger warmly invited Harad to visit the White Tiger Temple.
Baihu Temple is hundreds of kilometers away from here.
Herard didn't want these guys to run back in pain, so he agreed to pay a visit.
In this way, everyone can be teleported there at the same time.
After asking for directions symbolically, he teleported everyone to the foot of the mountain of Baihu Temple.
Looking at the familiar scenery around them and the ancient White Tiger Temple on the mountain, everyone was very moved.
"Is this the power of arcane magic? It's so amazing!" "
It is said that arcane magic is not a good thing. This kind of power will attract terrible demons!"
"Are demons really terrible? I heard that they are The number is terrifying."
The super-powerful Pandaren foresaw the dangers of arcane magic in ancient times.
Although they repeatedly dissuaded the night elves from playing with fire.
But the arrogant night elves refused to listen and eventually attracted the demons of the Burning Legion.
In fact, the Pandaren also participated in that battle.
But they were beaten back by the overwhelming demons.
The pandas were really scared at that time.
Watching the horrific scene where the warring parties fought until the continent collapsed.
Shaohao, the Pandaren Emperor, sacrificed himself to turn into mist and protect Pandaria.
The comfortable life makes them forget about the terror of the devil.
After all, it was just an ancient legend passed down from generation to generation.
Therefore, although they say that arcane magic is dangerous and will attract terrible demons.
But they actually have no concrete concept of the horror of demons. Venerable White Tiger has personally dealt with demons.
But in His eyes, demons have nothing but numbers.
After all, the powerful demons of the Burning Legion are all fighting against the coalition forces organized by the night elves at the Well of Eternity in the north.
Every time the little pandaren asked how powerful the demon was, Lord White Tiger had only one sentence.
"It's not that good, it's just that there are a little too many of them."
He said there were a little too many, but in fact it should be more than 100 million.
This sentence has been passed down from generation to generation of Pandaren brothers, and it has gradually changed its meaning as it is passed down.
Come to think of it, there are a lot of so-called demons, about the same as those mantid demons in the Mantis Plateau.
They would never have imagined that the number of demons would cover the entire continent of Kalimdor!
Everyone once again lamented how scary the devil was and how useful arcane magic was, and then nothing happened.
If the devil is said to be so scary, aren't everyone outside still alive?
And judging from the information Liu Lang obtained, people are living better than before.
Of course, without the food and wine of the Pandaren, the catering standards of the outside world will definitely plummet.
As the overlord of Azeroth's catering industry, the Pandaren are so confident!
that's the truth.
Although the high elves are trying to catch up in this regard, they have never been able to reach the level of pandaren cuisine.
Once your cooking skills have reached a certain level, it requires a special artistic conception to improve.
This is not a state that can be achieved by imitation.
Therefore, when a panda appears in the outside world occasionally, it will always arouse people's fanatical pursuit.
Outside the canteen of the White Tiger Temple, the enthusiastic pandas set up a long dining table and kept placing dishes on it, saying they were celebrating the fact that the Evil of Wrath had been killed by their side.
Watch them go to a banquet of Manchu and Han banquet level at every turn.
Herard suspected that their round bodies were the result of overeating.
Regardless of whether it is a big or small festival or a relatively big event, they all need to be celebrated with a big banquet.
However, Harad was still very fond of this banquet, which was highly close to the Chinese civilization.
As for the panda man eating himself into a big, chubby man, this has nothing to do with him.
Anyway, China's pandas are also fat and round.
Unlike pandas, which like to eat bamboo and other plants, they rarely eat meat.
Pandaren are truly omnivorous.
Most of the dishes on the table are chicken, duck, and fish, with a small amount of vegetarian food.
The name of Baihu Temple sounds like a temple.
In fact, it has nothing to do with the temple.
There is no Buddhist temple here, and there is no place to burn incense.
The pandas practicing in the temple are not even monks.
It is a normal scene to eat a lot of meat and drink a lot of wine.
The huge White Tiger Lord squatted on top of the head, picked up a bucket-sized cup with his paws, and toasted to Herad, who was sitting on the left.
"Respect the distinguished guests who have come from afar. Without the help of the distinguished guests, it would not be so easy to eradicate the evil of anger!"
As soon as Venerable White Tiger finished speaking, other powerful Pandaren picked up their wine glasses to follow.
"As it should be, it is the mission of us righteous men to slay demons!"
Herad said righteously, then he raised the glass and signaled that he would drink it all in one gulp.
"What the mage said is really good!"
"Well, the term "killing demons and slaying demons"
is a good one!" "There are too many demons out there, it's time to clean them up!"
Hearing everyone's praise, Herard felt deep in his heart A little embarrassed.
In fact, he came to Pandaria to search for obsidian.
The reason for killing the Sha of Wrath was purely because I was too busy at the time, so I just took care of the irritating guy.
(End of chapter)