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Chapter 603 Old Chen's Empty Wine Barrel

At the end of the garden's sacred path steps, where a waterfall converges, Lorraine could vaguely see a cylindrical sculpted tree at the edge of the pool...

I vaguely felt the sculpture move slightly, which was a bit eerie.

Upon closer inspection, the lifelike sculpture actually resembles a human figure...

This was a creature Lorraine had never seen before. If his teacher were still awake, he would be excited and moved... This creature was clearly out of place in the barren grasslands and deserts and the tribal style of the Barren Lands, yet it appeared strangely at the foot of the sacred staircase in the mysterious base...

Here lies a cool lotus pond, a plant rarely seen throughout Kalimdor... Lotuses don't belong to this world; they grow in the spirit pools that converge beneath the waterfall. The buildings here are carved from massive stones. In a daze, Lorraine noticed the special features of the pool.

Besides the unusual round lotus flowers and leaves... several small red fish dart among the leaves. Turning around, you'll discover that the long, thin object extending from the sculpture is actually a fishing rod—a simple fishing rod made of bamboo, quite unusual...

The sinking is naturally due to the fishing line...

Are there anglers fishing on the edge of an ancient and mysterious forbidden pool?

Is it a sculpture...?

An animated sculpture is obviously not right; it's alive. A living person is squatting on a stone platform, wearing an old-fashioned straw hat and a raincoat, with a round and plump figure... Water flows in a loop along the steps of the sacred path, and the splashing water hits this strangely dressed fisherman. He trembles slightly from the cool water, revealing his true form.

Lorraine carefully turned to face the fisherman and examined his condition closely.

This creature appears to be humanoid, plump and round, covered up completely by a raincoat and a bamboo hat.

Lorraine couldn't tell whether he was friend or foe...

The other person seemed completely absorbed in fishing, oblivious to everything around them. While Lorraine was puzzled, she noticed her flesh-and-blood compass had calmed down; 'Little Beauty' was pointing in one direction and no longer swaying wildly. It just seemed to be chattering away...

The ugly little shadow demon 'Little Beauty' seemed to be saying something, and Lorraine quickly looked at his Blood Demon Knight, Godos... The other nodded in response: "Master, Miss Lilith's position has stopped moving. The little thing said she's not moving anymore."

Lilith's position no longer moving may be a good thing, or it may be a bad thing.

Not moving at all, maybe it's dead...

It could be that he was injured and unconscious, or that he was captured by someone.

Lorraine was worried and, ignoring the strange fisherman, cautiously led his underlings away from the sacred path to reunite with the others. Just as they were about to leave backwards, the chubby fisherman reacted.

The stout statue in the straw raincoat and hat suddenly looked up, and Lorraine saw a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar. It seemed to resemble a cat, yet also a bear, with expressive features, a blend of heroic spirit and playfulness in its brows...

With a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth and sharp little tiger teeth, he exudes a wild, mysterious...yet approachable charm.

The man with the sharp, beast-like eyes gleamed, but his straw hat concealed most of his murderous aura.

"Stranger, where do you come from? Where are you going?"

After the statue asked its question, the fishing rod was raised high, and a fat fish flew up, splashing water everywhere... The fishing rod was suddenly placed in front of Lorraine, seemingly to prevent him from leaving.

Lorraine could barely understand the orc language the other person was speaking...

Seeing that Lorraine didn't respond, her minions immediately surrounded her, glaring menacingly, baring their teeth and claws, ready to pounce at any moment. The statue looked around, slightly shifting its short, thick neck, and repeated its question three times, in both troll and common human language...

"Dead soul, where do you come from, and where are you going..."

“Master, why do you desecrate this place...bringing evil here?”

This guy was carrying a fishing rod, was fat and strange, and didn't seem like much of a threat... He didn't speak like a local, and didn't attack proactively, but rather seemed like a mysterious guardian.

The last guy I remembered saying something strange to me was Vincent, the undead sentinel who suddenly disappeared and reappeared in Shadowfang Keep... Then there was the murloc elder, the guy who suddenly stole the Eye of Shadow and was imprisoned in the Dalaran Well, and most recently, the Tauren Chieftain...

The Beastmaster Rexxar (whose authenticity is unknown), the Shadow Assassin Garona, the Forgotten Saintess Irene, Master Merlin, and the Grand Apothecary all said things that Lorraine didn't quite understand.

"I come from hell, and I'm going to the place where the gods fell... And who are you? And why are you fluent in the common languages ​​of orcs, trolls, and humans?"

"Gods can fall? Aren't gods immortal? The place where the Pig God fell is right beneath our feet... The entire Barren Land's mountains were its spine, the thorns its bristles, the rocks and earth its bones and teeth, its blood turned into swamps and pools of blood, its mournful cries echoed through the valleys. The sacrifice of a divine beast always breaks our hearts..."

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"In my hometown, it should be a supreme deity, but here it's been plagued by curses and resentment for a thousand years. Oh, by the way! My name is Old Chen, a brewer who travels far and wide to collect the most flavorful spirits... I've come a long way, and this place seems like a nice retreat for quiet contemplation. My tavern is nearby; stranger, why don't you have a drink with me..."

"Old Chen from the tavern? Oh, hello Old Chen, my name is Lorraine, a warrior from the tribe... I've wandered in by mistake, I want to leave. Forget about the drinks, I have urgent business..."

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"In our Pandaren culture, you're not a friend if you don't drink. Lord Lorraine, would you like to spar with me, Old Chen?"

Old Chen, the Panda Wine Immortal, a species so rare that no one had ever heard of him, suddenly stood up from the stone platform. With his chubby body, he threw away his straw hat and raincoat, revealing his entire body: a panda man... He spread his white crane wings, and his fishing rod had actually shrunk into a wooden stick, which became his fulcrum.

Strange movements, incomprehensible greetings.

Does "tavern" mean "inn"?

Is Old Chen a hotel owner, a place where sailors gather to have fun?

Why would he hold up a stick to stop a complete stranger like himself?

How dare this fat guy when he clearly has the numbers and strength?

Lorraine racked his brains but still couldn't figure out what race this was, or where they came from. The other party was about to fight him with a long, unidentified wooden stick, and he felt a pang of pity...

Old Chen seemed to see his doubt and contempt. "The tribe respects the strong. I know you don't understand what it means to be polite before resorting to force and to make friends through martial arts. Come on, you tribal soldiers who like to fight, let me see what you're capable of, to be able to come down from the ancestral altar... and pass through the elemental barrier and the path of faith."

Old Chen's hands were itching... Time to get moving, time to get moving, time to have fun, time to have fun...

After saying that, the fat panda charged towards Lorraine, his chubby body moving very fast.

Before Lorraine could react, his henchmen struck first. The bamboo pole, though clearly an ordinary fishing rod made of bamboo, swung like a spinning millstone in the hands of the Pandaren Chen... Its power was immense. Yegosh and Godos attacked first, their burning black longswords slashing and their blood-red bone claws thrusting. Meanwhile, the sixth brother, Azaran, launched a sneak attack from behind with Shadow Bolts...

The other skeletons that could shoot arrows fired bone arrows, while those that couldn't threw bone spears. More minions pounced to bite them; these skeletons were actually covered in fire, poison, and thorns.

They are immortal and indestructible, and their numbers are numerous.

The panda-man, Fatty Chen, wasn't afraid at all. He spun around in place like a spinning top...

The three death knights attacked from close range, unleashing magical arrows at a distance, while their minions harassed them with a rain of fire.

The spinning tops performed a Thomas spin in place, and Godos and Yegosh were surprised to find that their deadly combos either missed, deviated, or inexplicably collided with each other, almost injuring their allies.

It was clearly a siege, a sneak attack, but they used each other's strength against each other...

Godos, being tall and imposing, was kicked and dislocated his jaw... Yegosh's flaming longsword always seemed to be just a bit short, constantly missing its mark, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.

Azaran's Shadow Bolt spell was indiscriminate, but the fat bear-man turned around, pulled out a wooden barrel, and gulped it down. He then sprayed a cloud of tavern mist onto Azaran and the skeletons behind him. Azaran instantly lost his vision, and in his blurred state, a wall of fire suddenly erupted in front of him, causing him to scream in agony...

Fortunately, none of these three were particularly afraid of fire; otherwise, with just that one powerful breath attack, Lorraine's underlings would likely have been wiped out in droves...

"So that's it, your evil puppet is immune to fire! No wonder it could pass through the fire barrier..."

Old Chen, the Pandaren, seemed to understand something. Surprised, he pulled out two curved blades from who-knows-where and, like a gust of wind, flashed directly in front of Lorraine, his blade flashing brilliantly and dangerously...

Lorraine was caught off guard and exclaimed, "A nimble fatso!"

A flash of light.

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