Panda people are very hospitable.

Although Blake was a weird outsider who had tamed the hozen, they still bid farewell to these strange guys at the entrance of the village, especially the tavern chef of Podong Village, the old panda wearing a chef's hat who almost cried.

The reason why the relationship is so intense is probably because Blake paid three times the price for this meal...

This is definitely the best deal the veteran chef has made in many years.

Of course, the pirate's praise for the delicious food is also indispensable. He praised tonight's dinner as the best meal he has eaten in his more than 20 years of life.

For craftsmen, such praise is definitely something that makes people feel happy, proud and moved.

However, considering that Blake was reborn as a Kul Tiras, and Kul Tiras is a famous food desert in Azeroth, if the old panda chef knew anything about the outside world, he would not

You will be moved to tears.

This is what is said as long as the lower limit is low enough, any rise is a huge success.

"I always feel that you have an abnormal closeness to the pandas..."

When the drunken hozens were running towards the Dragon's Heart with their slide poles and roaring, Xal'atath said suspiciously in Blake's heart:

"When you met the panda old Chen and his niece Lili before, you were very proactive and enthusiastic. When you were talking to those strange pandas just now, you were also very frank and appropriate.

You didn't even try to seduce them with your words or deceive them into favor.

It's like a new person.

And now that we have come to Pandaria, it stands to reason that a person who suddenly comes to a strange environment will definitely become wary and anxious, but not only do you not hate this place, you even show a rare sense of comfort.

I feel like you'll be just as comfortable here as you were on the Nagfar.

But this is obviously your first time in Pandaria.

Can a person feel at home in a place he has never been to?"

"How do you want me to explain this to you?"

Black lay on the dangling monkey slide.

He held the skull wine flask with a corner melted in his hand, and while tasting the delicious Dongquan fire wine, he said in a lazy tone:

"Probably everyone has a place they yearn for. For example, Queen Azshara dreams of going back to Zin-Azshari ten thousand years ago and seeing the bustling night view of her former capital.

A bad guy like me also has desires. This quiet and peaceful misty continent is where I want to live my whole life.

Everyone here is full of enthusiasm for life. They face all troubles with an optimistic attitude. They have never had attachment or desire for foreign objects, let alone the unquenchable hatred of the outside world.

Humans and orcs, tauren and centaurs, elves and trolls, elves and elves, dragons and dragons... I have seen enough of the fighting and the ugliness brought about by the rotation of the wheel of hatred.

How could I not feel comfortable when I suddenly came to an environment where there was no need for intrigue?

Look how beautiful it is here!

The courtyards built by the panda people along the foothills of the mountain with wood and rocks are all so to my liking. If I hadn't had something to do, I really wouldn't have planned to leave here.

Who says that a villain who likes to cause chaos cannot repent for a moment and pursue inner peace?"

"What you said makes sense. If I didn't know what kind of guy you are, I would almost believe it, really."

Xal'atath snorted and said firmly:

"Don't mislead me with these deceptive sentimental words. I am a dark essence as cunning as you. When I say that I can sense your abnormal closeness to Pandaria and the Pandaren, I mean it's true.

I can even feel that you are more willing to regard these pandaren who are completely different from you as compatriots than the people of Kul Tiras!

You told Lao Chen that you were a 'spiritual panda man', and I thought you were lying to him.

It seems now that you actually told the truth in a rare case.

But why?"

"You are the only one who talks a lot! No matter how beautiful a woman is, she will be hated by others."

Blake snorted and ended the topic abruptly.

He glanced to the side, and under the falling night, on the edge of his sliding rod, the happy little fishman was sitting there bouncing up and down with the sliding rod.

There was also a panda stewed chicken leg in secret oil with a special sauce in its paws, and its mouth was full of oil.

It caught the pirate's gaze and handed over the half-eaten chicken leg in its paws, generously inviting the stinky pirate to taste it together.

Blake curled his lips and declined the kindness.

Of course, it's not that he dislikes the fishman's saliva covering the chicken legs, but that he is a patient now and needs to eat less greasy food!

Yes, that's it.

Encouraged by the good wine, the group of naughty hozens that the stinky pirates had just conquered performed a "miracle" of running in the dark. They took turns carrying the slide pole and spent most of the night carrying themselves very bad. The new boss crossed the Zhufin River from Potong Village and arrived near the most famous landscape of the Emerald Forest, the "Heart of the Dragon".

This is a very majestic sculpture.

According to visual inspection, it is at least three hundred yards high, and it is an extremely fine and beautiful green dragon sculpture.

The finest jade mined from the jade mines in the nearby mountains were brought to this busy construction site, and then carved into parts of the huge green dragon wrapped around the stone pillars by the ingenious Pandaren stonemasons.

According to what the hozens say, this huge green dragon sculpture has been carved for several years, and it will take at least twenty years to complete.

Even though what we see so far is only a semi-finished product, the majestic posture of the Jade Dragon Heavenly Lord coiled around the stone pillar like a giant snake has been clearly demonstrated.

"If I didn't know the truth, I would probably think that the Wisdom God is a vain supreme god. Look at the sculpture he asked the local pandas to build for him.

What a luxury!

This is a wonder on earth that can be built with almost all the manpower and material resources of the panda people in the Emerald Forest. Moreover, only Pandaria can produce such fine jade in the entire world.

It’s really a hugely expensive project, and only a peaceful place like Pandaria can spare the time to make such a work of art.”

Blake stood on the hill outside the Heart of the Dragon, looking at the huge sculpture in the night. The little murloc at his feet was already stunned.

The chicken legs in his hand fell to the ground and were stolen by the cunning Kenken.

The little fishman has never seen such luxurious sculptures anywhere else. The statue of the dwarf king in the Valley of the Kings is larger than this, but those two sculptures are carved directly on the mountain wall.

How can vulgar stones be as gorgeous and precious as the top-grade jade that sparkles in the night?

If you take such a priceless jade sculpture and sell it to the goblins, you can buy at least half of Booty Bay.

"This is no ordinary sculpture."

Xal'atath whispered in the pirate's ear:

"Even from such a distance, I can feel that there is some strange power entwining the jade-carved green dragon. It will definitely undergo some strange changes when it is completed.

It feels like a gestating elemental beast to me.

The panda people are not carving, they are constantly providing nutrients for the awakening of this giant beast...

Combined with what you said before that Yulong Tianzun is preparing for the 'reincarnation' ritual, I guess that the huge jade sculpture of the Dragon Heart is its body in the next life?"

"Cool, as expected of the cunning Void Essence. He guessed the truth right away."

The pirate laughed, looked back at the exhausted hozen servants behind him, shook his head, jumped down the hill and galloped towards the Heart of the Dragon.

As he advanced, he said:

"The reincarnation of Yulong Tianzun was forced. She died once in ancient times, and the pandas who imparted her wisdom to her saved her by chance with jade carvings.

After that, every thousand years, the Wisdom God will be reincarnated.

This is to ensure that she always has the power to protect this land. But her jade carvings in every life will be carved in the Heart of the Dragon, and this is not a place she chooses casually.

The Supreme Gods also have their own secrets.

They guard that terrible secret forever and prevent the ancient dark power from eroding the earth and living things. They are right in front, do you feel it?"

"Very weak!"

Xal'atath also became energetic.

As the pirate approached the jade stone carving in front of her, she did feel something. It was like the sound a puppy would make when it smelled. Xal'atas kept breathing deeply while saying to Blake:

"There is a gathering of darkness deep in the earth under the jade sculpture, accompanied by an extremely strong atmosphere of void. The jade sculpture and the surrounding shrines together form a strange seal, suppressing that power under the earth.

That is the breath of Y'Shaarj.

Yes, it must be it!

This special power that can ignore the obstruction of spirit and will and directly call out the deepest negative emotions of the soul is completely the power characteristic of Y'Shaarj, and it is also its 'privilege' as the strongest ancient god.

Its strange power can even affect us, who are also void creatures.

Legend has it that the Seven Evils have seven heads. They eat up hope and spit out despair. Every breath they take will spread the corruption of darkness over the world, and each of its heads carries different powers.

Each head represents the original darkness in the will of life.

The dark power that exists here is..."

"Doubt, what is sealed here is 'doubt', one of the seven fallen powers of Y'Shaarj. It will make life full of doubts, doubts about the world, doubts about others, and doubts about oneself.

It can control the will of the bravest warriors, destroy great ideals, cause brothers to kill each other, and kingdoms to fall apart.

Doubt is the most deadly weapon in the hands of a conspirator.

I long for it to be of use to me.
To be continued...