Normally, Pandaren are a typical neutral race. They will choose to join the Horde or the Alliance according to their own will. Historically, Chen*Stormstout was slightly closer to the Horde in performance. He helped Thrall establish Orgri.
Ma, and helped Wo'jin, and thus formed a deep friendship.
In this life, Lao Chen met his ‘nemesis’ player.
The neutral camp is different from the die-hard hostile camp. Neutral means that it is easy to fight for. As long as the Alliance does something that can scratch the itch of the neutral camp races and do something that shocks their hearts, it will basically be done.
As a Pandaren who grew up on the Wandering Island (Shenzhenzi's Turtle), Lao Chen has developed a lot of skills. If he saw the tribe's General Nazgorin first crashing the plane and hitting Shenzhenzi, then how could he
The boat saved Shen Zhenzi, but maybe Lao Chen's butt would be crooked.
Good to die, a few days ago, when Old Chen and Lili went on an adventure, well, they actually went shopping in Stormwind City. They took a new steel cargo ship, which was actually a free ship that was eliminated for private business and returned to the Wandering Island.
On the way, the navigation was really crooked.
Don't ask, asking is the source of the Mists of Pandaria.
It's definitely not that the elite operators misread the compass or got the latitude and longitude wrong.
As soon as Lao Chen returned to Pandaria, he happened to 'miss a flight' to the Emerald Forest in the northeast, and happened to encounter the Manlu Village incident by 'coincidence'.
"Help...Help!" On the coast, the panda-like [Big Flower Xiang] met Lao Chen, screamed, and fell down on the spot.
"Brother, what's wrong with you!?" Lao Chen and Lili were shocked.
The compatriot in front of him was so miserable. His left arm was completely chopped off, and there were multiple ax wounds on his back. At the first glance, Old Chen felt that these injuries were inexplicably familiar.
"Some green-skinned monsters attacked us, save us..."
With his pure Chinese and his appearance, Lao Chen had no doubts about him and immediately believed him. He raised his hand and used [Revival Mist] to increase health and stabilize this compatriot's injuries.
Instructing Lili to take care of this compatriot, Lao Chen took the guy and strode towards the direction pointed by the injured compatriot.
The situation in front of him shocked Chen* Stormstout. Along the way, he unexpectedly encountered several pandaren from Ganlu Village who were fleeing in panic, and he also got more information.
He was extremely sure at this moment that it was the orcs who attacked his compatriots.
As an old friend of Thrall and Vol'jin, Lao Chen emotionally did not want to believe that the orcs would do such a despicable thing. The warmth of the past still lingered in Lao Chen's heart. At this time, instead of being anxious to save his compatriots,
It's better to say that he longed for an answer.
The corpses of Pandaren scattered in the woods are the best road signs.
Lao Chen's pace suddenly quickened. He pricked up his ears and easily heard a war cry that shook the entire forest.
"Asshole! I found you!"
The hot blood seemed to be burning in Lao Chen's body. Lao Chen, who was known for his good temper, had never been so angry before.
Sure enough, as the trees on both sides flew past the corner of his eyes, he finally found the culprit, a very burly orc holding a blood-stained battle axe.
On the ground next to him, there were several recently killed Pandaren.
"You damn bastard! What have you done?" Lao Chen roared in smooth orcish.
Malkorok was a little disapproving of the sudden appearance of the Panda Brewmaster: "Oh? You cowardly black and white bears, have you finally stopped running away? Do you understand our language? That's even better! Obey at the feet of the great tribal chief!
Become a glorious tribal warrior, or die!"
At the end of his words, his tone became more harsh.
Old Chen's expression changed drastically.
There was a huge gap between this orc and the kind-hearted orc in his memory. The orc warrior in his memory was brave and brave, at least not so unreasonable.
At first, he doubted whether Malkorok was controlled by the evil [Demon Blood] Thrall said, but after careful sensing, he found that although this orc showed cruelty and madness, there was no demonic aura about him.
This means that this bastard massacred the Pandaren villagers in Ganlu Village entirely out of his own will.
Lao Chen angrily scolded: "You beast! Don't slander the chief! Sal is definitely not such a person."
"Thall! Are you talking about that coward Thrall? He has gone back to his hometown in Nagrand to knit an apron for his grandma!" Malkorok laughed loudly: "The one who leads the tribe now is the greatest in history. Warchief Garrosh Hellscream! Now, in the name of Warchief, I command you to surrender! The Black and White Bears!"
Male orcs rarely do knitting work. In the eyes of orcs, it is undoubtedly the greatest insult to say that a man does work.
There was a brief blank in Lao Chen's mind, and soon he realized that the tribe had changed, becoming strange and cruel. The new guy who came to power was definitely not a good guy.
"I refuse! Pandaren are free!" Old Chen said righteously.
"Then go to hell"
If you can't bear it anymore, there is no need to bear it anymore.
Facing Markorok, who was charging forward with his battle ax raised high, Lao Chen clamped the seemingly ordinary demon-suppressing stick in his hand on his right waist and swung his arm rapidly.
This orc boss's [Charge] is very fast, and Lao Chen's Demon Subduing Stick is even faster.
The green thick stick seemed to be simply swept, but it actually gave a feeling of pouring down from the Tianhe Waterfall. The ten meters or so between the stick and Malkorok seemed both alienated and close at the same time. At this moment, the thick stick It had already reached Markorok's ankle.
This is a disguised [sweeping kick].
Malkorok didn't have to lower his head to understand how dangerous this stick was. Not to mention that it was just his ankle, even his body, was hit by such a stick as if thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were shattering above his head, and thunder was rolling down. , he would be disabled on the spot even if he didn't die.
"Roar!" He roared, quickly switched, and stepped on [Thunder Blow].
Before the light of thunder and lightning arrived, the ground exploded and cracked, and its momentum alone was already overwhelming.
If the foot is stepped firmly, not to mention the stick will be stepped on, there is a high probability that even Lao Chen will be forcibly slowed down and pulled into the rhythm of the orc warrior.
Unexpectedly, his reaction was not slow, but Lao Chen's reaction was faster.
The Demon-Conquering Stick was suddenly withdrawn with a heavy-handedness, and was replaced by a sweep, with the head of the stick piercing Malkorok's belly.
In the eyes of others, this was simply Markorok's center of gravity sinking, exposing his belly and being poked by Lao Chen.
This time, Malkorok really had no choice.
As soon as Lao Chen used his stick, he had a feeling of insignificance and inescapability.
At this time, Malkorok was finally unable to resist, and took a hard blow. The powerful and heavy blow sent him flying back more than ten meters, and flew upside down into the woods behind him, cracking and breaking many pieces. tree.
His men who happened to be rushed over saw this scene...
