Chapter 953: Twelve years away
The vast grassland, the vast expanse.
It is now the end of summer and the beginning of autumn. On September 3, the grassland is green and green, and it is completely impossible to see that there will be a huge natural disaster.
But Panda knows, and anyone who knows the inside story, knows that the Great White Disaster is a sure thing, and there is absolutely no way to avoid it.
This is not only the result of divination by shamans of various grasslands, but also the common result of divination by spellcasters from all over the world. Especially in the Principality of Layton, the Mage Corps led by the Dragon Lord personally held a ceremony for five days, and finally confirmed the same result.
Starting in late autumn this year, there will be an extremely large-scale cold wave. The blizzard brought by the cold wave will cover most of the grassland.
As for what kind of results such a disaster will bring, you can know without divination-in the past years, similar things have happened many times, and each time the results are similar. It's like different actors remake a classic old movie over and over again in different eras.
Panda hopes to have a different plot and a different outcome this time. Even an old bottle should be filled with new wine.
That's why he came to this vast prairie to try to convince his fellow clan who were known for being stubborn and aggressive.
"Although the female chief (Ivyin) swears that I have a lot of face among the bears, I really don't think so." Walking alone in the grass enough to make a child's headless, the panda checked the system map to determine Not going in the wrong direction, he couldn't help but mutter to himself, "The last time I came to the grassland was more than ten years ago! From the spring of 777 to the summer of 789, it has been more than twelve years! Twelve years! Can an old relative who hasn't seen each other in years have such a big face?"
Completely different from Ivyin, he has no confidence in himself at all.
Although the pandaren are a legendary race, when facing the bearman, they will not have the bloodline suppression when the dragonman faces the lizardmen. Yuneruo can pull the lizardmen from several villages to abandon their homes without hesitation by simply saying "follow me", and follow him to the Sea Dragon Islands to open up a new home. He really has no such ability as a panda.
"Hey! If only the lizardmen needed to be persuaded!" he couldn't help but muttered again, "It's definitely fine to ask Yuneruo to come forward like that."
However, there are no lizardmen tribes in the savannah.
It is said that long, long ago, the lizardmen also lived in the grasslands, but they were unable to defeat the huge variety of orcs, and finally retreated to the southern part of the mainland. At present, they mainly live in the Everglades and the South China Sea Islands in the southeast of the mainland.
That's fine, after all, the lizardmen are really not well adapted to the cold climate - perhaps the main reason why they left the grasslands back then wasn't because they couldn't beat the orcs, but because they couldn't endure the unbearable cold wave like a creditor coming to the door, right?
As the panda muttered, wading through the excessively high weeds.
Although these wild grasses hinder walking, he can be sure that he is indeed in the right place.
On the grasslands, races such as centaurs, half-goat people, and pig-headed people generally have low grass around their living areas. Because they eat grass themselves, they are very keen to harvest the surrounding weeds, whether it is to dry it and bury it in the cellar, or chop it into a grass paste and put it in a big pot, in short, they will never Letting the grass grow too high near the tribe is a complete waste.
Grazing plus their own harvesting, in the vicinity of tribes of these races, the grass generally does not exceed the height of the boots.
But races such as tigers, lions, and bears are different. They mainly eat meat, occasionally mixed with some tender grass or grass sauce, which is considered a balanced diet for health. Although they also graze, but relying solely on the herd, their food is relatively limited, and their ability to limit the growth of weeds is greatly reduced. In particular, some grass species that livestock do not like to eat can often grow to the height of one person.
What the panda sees now is this kind of grass.
There is no doubt that if there are orc tribes nearby, it must be those fierce and powerful meat-eating types.
Probably... the bearman "Grey Palm" tribe he was looking for.
The panda trekked in the grass for almost half an hour, and finally found what he was looking for.
A grey totem pole carved from a giant tree trunk rare in the grasslands, with a bear's paw at the top.
Although Panda couldn't see what the tribe in the distance was from the tents that all looked the same, but if he didn't understand when he saw this totem pole, he was mentally retarded.
Of course, Panda is not mentally retarded. His IQ is very high, more than 80% of people.
However, when he came to the Grey Giant Claw Tribe and saw those bearmen with gray or black hair who were about half a head shorter than him, he began to doubt his IQ a little.
According to his thinking, he is an outsider, and he doesn't even know anyone here. No matter how hospitable and hospitable the people of the Grey Giant Palm Tribe are, they can at most allow themselves to stay overnight and supply themselves with a bowl of hot soup and rice. It is definitely not an easy task to start from this tribe and gradually convince the various bearmen tribes.
It turned out that he was wrong.
When the first bearman saw him, his eyes looked puzzled at first (the panda guessed that it might be because of his special coat color), but after only a few seconds, the stupid bearman appeared. With an expression of sudden realization, he ran over in a hurry.
Because of his eager expression, Panda misjudged his intentions at first - he mistakenly thought that this buddy was here to follow the tradition of the grasslands and use his fist to verify whether he was eligible for the night.
Just as he was about to meet the challenge, the bear man asked loudly, "Is your name Panda?"
Panda froze for a moment, nodded subconsciously, and asked, "Huh? I've never been here before..."
The bear man became more and more excited, turned around again, and ran towards the tribe.
Then there was jubilation in the tribe, at least thirty or fifty people left their work, and all men, women and children came to welcome him.
Only then did Panda understand what was going on, and he immediately realized that he seemed to be...at least in this tribe, he was very valued and popular.
This is completely contrary to his conjecture, but exactly the same as what Ivyin said.
(Sure enough, she was right! It seems that I have been away from the grassland for too long, and I have been cut off from the news here for too long, and I have no understanding of the situation on the grassland...)
While Panda secretly sighed, he also had a little more confidence in his goal of this trip.