strictlysupreme Chapter 605 Storm Tavern
Chapter 605 Storm Tavern
Old Chen, the panda, has a round, chubby body, yet his movements are as swift as the wind...
Carrying a fishing rod and beaming with pride as he carried a bamboo basket full of fish, Old Chen, the panda, swayed and walked ahead... Lorraine followed obediently behind, with his three loyal servants keeping a close watch, always on guard.
More than three hundred menacing fire skeleton servants walked with a limp and awkward gait, like a large group of Wu Lao Ers queuing up... obediently forming a long, straight line, harmless and adorable.
To be honest, they were like a group of backup dancers in a trembling music video.
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The advantage of following the fisherman along the hidden path to Stormwind Tavern is that there is no danger along the way, and you can also see the magical and beautiful scenery all around.
Within the rift valley, each level has its own climate and style, resembling both a grand secret realm and a demon-slaying tower...
They all guard an ancient storm altar, a mysterious entity said to be able to communicate with the sky and the earth and summon heroes from other worlds.
Storm Altar
"The souls of heroes live on forever, the call of justice, and the blood of heroes can awaken the souls of our ancestors. The Path of Faith, the Eye of the Demon Realm, the Tower of Blades, and the angels and demons in the Hearthstone Tavern await the call of the chosen one."
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Old Chen claims that few people know the history of the Storm Altar, but the altar has existed for as long as the sky and the land of Azeroth.
Following the cataclysmic explosion of the Well of Eternity, the Altar of Stormwind sank into the earth along with the Cataclysm, only to slowly rise again from the fissures beneath the Barrens after countless ages and the relentless forces of geological shifts...
Deep within the earth, there must be a force supporting the ancient storm altar.
After listening to Old Chen's account, Lorraine learned that the mysterious altar ruins where he and Lilith appeared were called the "Storm Altar".
A mysterious forbidden land of all races, a sacred ruin, said to be able to awaken the legendary heroes and ancestors of each race and otherworldly creatures... Of course, no one can answer where this legend originated.
At least, during the long years that the Pandaren Brewmaster was responsible for guarding this place, he never saw any heroes or gods emerge from the Storm Altar.
The first person to step down from the altar was actually a necromancer, the very thing who should least be on the altar...
"The Storm Altar is dead, and the world has forgotten its heroes. The world doesn't need heroes either; ordinary people are their own heroes. Old Chen is guarding a desolate grave... May the world be at peace, without war... But without war, is there a better way to deal with enemies? If you lose a game of rock-paper-scissors, will you accept the loss?"
"The locals all say that the altar is connected to the abyss of hell... Our ancestors have all gone to fight. I thought the ancient legends must not be unfounded. I, Old Chen, am willing to live in seclusion here... It's all because those lost friends deceived me that they would definitely come. I've been waiting, waiting for them to come back, but decades have passed... and not a single one has returned."
"Day after day, year after year... not a single one."
"Look how beautiful it is here... Why don't they come back... Have they forgotten about Old Chen?"
Old Chen would mutter a few words to himself and then secretly drink two sips of some kind of strong liquor with a pungent, intoxicating aroma.
As he walked and drank, when he encountered obstacles, he would wave his hand and the plants in front of him would automatically move aside, as if they were alive. A path would appear where there was no path. Lorraine was astonished as a curious child, wondering what kind of magic this was, since she couldn't feel any magic power at all.
besides...
Old Chen's mouth is too big; he always spills a little bit of wine...
Even Lorraine, who had long lost her nose, could still smell an intoxicating fragrance. This mellow aroma, a blend of alcohol and an unknown scent, was so enchanting that even the undead bodies of the Forgotten felt a kind of soul-stirring intoxication.
Alcohol's numbing effect has long been considered harmful to the human body.
Lorraine had long since lost his keen senses. Seeing Old Chen, the pandaren, so engrossed in his drink, he too longed to taste the true creation of the legendary master brewer who had traveled the world to create fine wines...
Move your mouth and feel your tongue, which has long lost its elasticity and is like a zombie...
I wonder if this body will ever be able to taste the flavors of human food and wine again.
The defining characteristic of a living person is the presence of insensitivity. What exactly is insensitivity? Who knows... Anyway, living a fulfilling and carefree life, full of righteousness and integrity are the hallmarks of Old Chen, the Panda Wine Immortal.
Lorraine found it amusing to suddenly encounter this fat man; upon closer inspection, the panda-man was covered in fur...
I really wanted to touch his round belly and tug at his ears. Old Chen looked quite old. Lorraine didn't know how long Pandaren lived. He hadn't even heard of the legends of Pandaren.
The so-called beautiful scenery is that the sky outside is already dotted with stars, and in the distance, you can see the mirage of the sea in the crevice of the earth, and feel a salty, moist sea breeze... faint and indistinct.
An underground valley tears the continent apart.
Uneven, decreasing in height...
The Rift World possesses different elemental barriers, which affect the surrounding environment.
Layers of lava seep out, and on the other side is a green ocean waterfall. Further on, it feels like returning to the edge of an oasis in a tropical desert, and further down, it feels like the edge of a tropical rainforest. Turning around, you feel a chilling wind and a freezing hell.
Around the bend, there's another sea of flowers...
This place truly offers a picturesque view at every turn, a paradise in every corner.
The so-called tavern finally came into view after a ten-minute walk.
A thatched hut, made of bamboo, with a windmill and a waterwheel, stands alone on a prominent rocky peak. Above the tavern, there is always a dark cloud with flashes of lightning.
That seems to be the strange cloud that shot down Lilith, and it appears that the thunderclouds guarding this forbidden area are also the work of the Pandaren Brewmaster.
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“Someone disturbed my herb garden. To be honest, I rarely tend to my vegetable garden... The path there is difficult to walk, and it's close to the altar. Frankly, the boar people say that you can't wander around their ancestral altar until the rainy season. I only go there to collect herbs once in a long while, as the herbs for brewing wine are quite difficult to cultivate.”
Hearing Old Chen's mutterings, Lorraine's expression immediately turned awkward.
"A medicinal herb garden?"
"Yes, I've already caught the thief. You're saying that was your friend?"
"Um...we're friends..."
"girlfriend?"
"What's a girlfriend? Are you talking about a maid or a subordinate? I don't have a girlfriend... I have many male friends. Well, to be precise, I know friends of many races: tauren, orcs, trolls, undead... oh yeah. And humans too!"
Lorraine didn't understand what Old Chen meant...
He started talking strange things to himself.
Finally, she weakly said, "Lilith is my comrade, and I apologize on her behalf..."
The chubby panda-man, Old Chen, narrowed his big eyes, staring at Lorraine with a strange expression, scrutinizing her from head to toe, especially her crotch... "I've heard that the undead can't reproduce... In my hometown, that's called 'father-in-law'..."
"Father-in-law?"
"They are the unyielding Unsullied, the warriors of pure love, the Tauren..."
Lorraine shook her head, indicating she didn't understand...
Old Chen looked surprised. "Young man, you're even more old-fashioned than I am... Alright, come in, come to my house and rest... Your strange little friends should stay away from my yard..."
Amidst the jokes, Lorraine arrived at Old Chen's tavern, a small bamboo building with an oriental charm. Inside the so-called tavern, there were indeed round tables and quite a few strange jars.
In the Storm Tavern perched on the cliff, only Old Chen remained...
“This place used to be quite lively, and my tavern was never short of customers. The people here loved adventure, and they loved to fight, but ever since I took over this place, it has become quiet.”
Old Chen poured Lorraine a glass of water. Lorraine felt it was hot water, and there were some kind of leaves in it. It seemed to be tea from the legendary Far East.
"Ever since the Alliance and the Horde started fighting each other up there, my tavern has become increasingly deserted. My former drinking buddies have all become enemies... quilboars, tauren, orcs, or later the naga, trolls, and human pirates, they've all left."
"You want to go out? Why not stay a few more days and talk to me? I have so many stories to tell..."
Old Chen stared intently at Lorraine with wide, sincere eyes. Lorraine hesitated for a moment, then swallowed hard, taking a sip of the so-called "Eastern tea"... After tasting its sweetness, he nodded firmly, "I'm sorry, Old Chen. I need to get out... I need to save people, save my teacher and myself..."
"Alright, Lorraine. Try my cooking; it's a farewell gift..."
Old Chen, the panda, smiled happily, put down his bamboo basket, and rushed to his kitchen to get busy.
Before long, Old Chen carried his secret-recipe wine jar and placed it on the table.
While Luo Lin was still gazing blankly at the magnificent scenery outside the bamboo window canyon, he turned his head and found a large table of delicious food on the table, and Old Chen had also poured himself some fine wine.
"Come on, come on. My Wind Serpent Wine is an aphrodisiac... The Thunder Lizard's secret recipe, it's absolutely potent..."
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