The Jade Forest is the coastal area in the southeast of Pandaria, and it is also the center of Pandaren civilization from its establishment to the present.
This lush hilly area is dotted with Pandaren towns, villages and large building complexes. There are also buildings such as Tianchanyuan and Qinglong Temple that occupy an important position in the history of the Pandaren. If this civilization needs a capital, then
It must be the Emerald Forest.
Pandas like pine trees and bamboo very much. They believe that these two plants have the power to make people stronger. Therefore, pine trees and bamboos can be seen growing everywhere between the cliffs and woodlands of the Emerald Forest, and pandas
Compared with other civilizations in Azeroth, people's architectural art looks very strange.
They will decorate the buildings made of white stone with graceful bricks and cornices, and also like to use stone arch bridges across the cliffs to connect each independent building so that they can be glued together into a whole. And those ingenious pandas
The craftsmen used outrageous and excellent techniques to give those buildings a very imaginative appearance. If you can look down from the sky, you will find that almost all the palaces and temples in the entire Emerald Forest are
Connected by these gorgeous stone bridges like lines.
This makes the scale of the building complex quite large, so much so that Queen Jaina, who visited the Tianchan Monastery under the guidance of a traveler, would sigh with emotion, and the Pandaren Emperor's manor that used mountains and lakes as its back garden.
In comparison, the so-called mansions that the nobles of the entire human empire are proud of are almost like country people's stables.
But there is one place that has been closed to these outsiders recently... Even with Queen Jaina's noble status, she cannot enter and visit it.
That is the Qinglong Stone Pillar located in the center of the Emerald Forest. It is an absolutely magnificent spectacle. The 40-yard-high white jade pillar is just the base of this wonder.
The most skilled jade craftsmen in the Pandaren civilization, recruited from various regions of Pandaria, use a small hammer and tens of thousands of tons to select the best jade from the jade mines in the Emerald Forest.
Then the purest sapphire was used as the supreme god's jade dragon to carve a lifelike green dragon sculpture based on it and wrapped around the white feather pillar.
According to the progress of the project, which has now completed 90%, this sapphire dragon, which can be called a work of art, will reach an astonishing 55 yards in height after it is completely carved.
Such a sculpture, let alone placed in Pandaria, or sent to any civilization in Azeroth, can be regarded as a national treasure. After all, the price of even those sapphires has already reached an astonishing level.
situation.
But this sculpture does not appear just because of the panda people's worship of the Supreme God. In fact, this sapphire sculpture has a more important use for the Supreme God Yulong.
"These craftsmen have spent nearly five years making this sculpture... I saw them carving it into shape bit by bit with my own eyes. This is the fourth time I have seen such a grand scene."
Yulong still followed Tyrion in the posture of a little panda. Like a little adult, she told Tyrion the story about the blue dragon carving:
"Every 3000 years, I have to undergo reincarnation, remove my soul from my ancient body, and then integrate my soul into the green dragon jade sculpture in front of me, and reappear younger. Frankly speaking, no matter how fun the game is, it is too much to play.
After 4 times, you will feel quite bored, but there is nothing you can do about it, tradition is tradition..."
"Oh? Why?"
Tyrion asked curiously:
"You are a demigod of the wilderness, and you have also integrated the power of the water element. Logically speaking, you should be immortal. No one in this world can really kill you, not even me... So, this kind of reincarnation
, it’s actually a symbolic meaning, right?”
The red panda transformed by Yulong glanced at Tyrion with cute eyes, and she explained softly:
"Yes, a symbol... I am different from the other three gods. In addition to being the supreme god, I am also the ancestor of all the flying dragons in Pandaria. My species is very long-lived, and every flying dragon can
After living for a thousand years, when the Xianglong feels that it is about to die, they will return to Linfeng Island and leave this world peacefully in the Xianglong Cemetery."
"I am their leader, and I must follow this reincarnation. Although it is just a ritual, it is very important to the Xianglong race. I also look forward to the day when I can see my children.
To truly become an independent civilization, it will take a long, long time. They have not been able to give birth to real wisdom yet, so I must maintain this ritual to let them understand the meaning of inheritance and then give birth to the light of wisdom."
Yulong explained his tradition in detail, but Tyrion was thinking about another thing.
"Oh? So, Xianglong, like the giant dragon, has its own cemetery?"
The great lord narrowed his eyes. What he was thinking could hardly be hidden from Yulong. The Supreme God chuckled lightly and said to Tyrion:
"Don't be fooled, King of the Undead, I know you control the undead, but Xianglong... With all due respect, you may not be able to awaken any dead Xianglong. My race is special, believe me,
We are different from those bloated dragons..."
"Okay, I'm just talking."
The great lord waved his hand casually:
"We are friends. Friends shouldn't do things that hurt their friends' feelings. I won't do that... Speaking of which, I haven't asked you yet, are we friends?"
Faced with this seemingly childish question from the great lord, Yulong, as a wise deity, remained silent.
Obviously, she knew the heavy meaning behind Tyrion's question. Although Tyrion still seems to have good intentions towards Pandaria, as more and more information comes from the outside world, Tyrion has been in the past.
In the past 10 years, any of the things that have been done to this world will make the four gods feel extremely depressed.
Obviously, under this friendly man's smile, there is another dangerous personality hidden. No one knows what he wants to do, and no one knows what he will do.
As the four holy beasts guarding Pandaria, it is difficult for them to tie themselves to the Dark Blade on this issue so easily... No wise leader would do this.
Seeing Yulong's silence, Tyrion shrugged with regret:
"Well, it seems we are not friends yet, which is a pity... Tell me, where is the Evil of Doubt sealed?"
"Right here!"
Yulong pointed at the green dragon jade sculpture in front of him and said to the great lord:
"This was once the manor of Emperor Shaohao. It was later transformed into a shrine to hide the seal of the Evil of Doubt. Shado-Pan monks come every 10 years to strengthen the seal. At present, it seems that the Evil of Doubt is still there.
It is sealed, but the evil riot in the sea outside the Emerald Forest means that the seal has been broken."
Qinglong said helplessly:
"Even the demon-sealing array left by Emperor Shaohao is not omnipotent. During these ten thousand years, poor infected people will occasionally appear in the places where the six evil demons were sealed. Panda people think that the evil demon will not affect them.
Life, we also tell them this, this is necessary. Only by maintaining a high spirit and an optimistic attitude towards life can we avoid being eroded by evil spirits..."
"But the really cruel truth is that these weird existences have never been eradicated."
"Is that so?"
The high lord took out a strange-looking bottle from the storage ring. It was made of the purest Apexis crystal, and several runes for sealing were engraved on it by the archlich and Syndra's mages.
The important thing is that there is a layer of pure death power covering the outside of the bottle. This power can completely isolate the power of the void and ensure that as long as the bottle is not broken, the sealed objects inside cannot affect the outside world.
But to be honest, no one knows whether this thing can have an effect on the weird Sha Demon. After all, although Tyrion has dealt with the ancient gods, it is similar to the weird Sha Demon, which uses emotions as the basis of its existence.
This is the first time he has seen the shape.
"I'm getting more and more curious."
As he spoke, the great lord closed his eyes and sensed the seal barrier hidden hundreds of meters deep under the green dragon jade sculpture. After determining the location, a crack in the death realm opened outside the underground seal, and looked at
The body of the great lord was swallowed up by the power of death, and Yulong shouted loudly:
"Do we need to let the Shado-Pan break the seal? If you go directly into it, I'm afraid you will face the body of the Sha of Doubt that has been sealed for 10,000 years. Frankly speaking, that is very dangerous!"
"Danger?"
Tyrion's last voice sounded in Yulong's ears:
"It doesn't exist!"
"Evil demons exist based on emotions. That is the basis for them to infect life. Unfortunately... I am an undead soul without emotions. How can they influence me?"
The great lord disappeared into the space under the green dragon jade sculpture. On the ground behind, Yulong looked at the disappeared great lord with a suspicious face:
"A moody guy like you has no feelings?"
"Go ahead and lie to the devil!"
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The Dragon Spine is one of the greatest wonders in Pandaria.
Tyrion always likes to call it the "Great Wall", but in fact, the Dragon Ridge across Pandaria is not as long as Ten Thousand Miles, but it starts from the foothills of Kun-Lai Summit in the north, across the Valley of the Four Winds, and ends at the sea of Krasarang Jungle in the south.
, this fortress-level war defense line built by slaves driven by the Mogu Empire thousands of years ago, still looks so shocking even after 10,000 years.
The Mogu Empire, which has disappeared from history, after paying the blood and tears of countless slaves, successfully divided the continent of Pandaria into the east and west sides with the Panlong Spine as the center. On one side is the world of civilized existence, and on the other side is the cruel and cunning Mantis.
The demon-infested land is like a thick city wall, forever isolating war and disaster from the life of the Pandaren.
The city wall of Panlong Backbone is made of the strongest bluestone. From the bottom of the city wall to the city wall, it is nearly 30 yards high. This is a war art that is completely impossible to climb with bare hands. The Mantid has been doing this for tens of thousands of years.
In the terrible reincarnation that happens once every hundred years, 99.9% will be blocked from the Panlong Spine. Only less than 0.1% of the enemies can rely on their strong wings to fly past the barrier of the Panlong Spine, but they
They will also be quickly eliminated by the Shado-Pan monks deployed near Panlong's Spine.
It can be said that it is precisely because of the existence of this city wall that the Pandaren can continue to this day. Although under this city wall, there are piles of blood and bones of the Pandaren ancestors who were slaves of the Mogu Empire.
"If we had had such a wall at the border of the empire..."
Tanred, who was wearing rough leather armor, touched the cold rocks on the Panlongji city wall with some emotion. He made no secret of his love for this war art. He said to Major General Taylor who was also a prisoner of the Great Wall next to him:
"Those orcs don't even think about attacking. We can even stop the undead. This thing is simply a miracle!"
Major General Taylor did not speak. He raised his head and looked at the Great Wall in the distance, which stretched along the mountains to the end of his sight. It was like a flying dragon sitting on the earth. No wonder these pandas called this wall the dragon's spine.
, indeed very appropriate.
But faced with the unbridled fantasies of his own parents, Taylor couldn't help but complain:
"With the empire's manpower and material resources, we simply cannot build such a wall, Tanred, those pandaren said that their ancestors worked as slaves to build the wall, and it took decades to build it... This thing is indeed majestic.
I admit that it is also very useful, but if you want to build such a wall, the empire's finances will be completely exhausted in less than 5 years..."
"It's possible for the Federation."
Major General Taylor glanced at the silent figure on the other side behind him, and he said rather sinisterly:
"After all, the Federation can drive the undead. The undead don't need to eat or rest. As long as there are enough people, maybe it can be built in a year..."
"Shut up! Taylor!"
The vampire general Valentine cursed disdainfully:
"We federal people don't need a wall to protect us. Only cowards hide behind walls. We prefer..."
"Dang Dang Dang"
Before Valentin finished speaking, a piercing alarm bell sounded on the city wall of Panlongji. This group of rookies who had just been assigned had not realized what had happened, and then they saw the man who was originally resting on the city tower.
Those capable Pandaren warriors rushed out quickly. A Pandaren monk thrust his weapons into the hands of several prisoners of war who were still stunned. He said with a serious face:
"The Mantids are here! I'm sorry you're here, but... if you survive, I'll buy you a drink next time!"
"Now, hold on to your weapon. If you want to survive... drive those insects back!"
Tanred subconsciously took the Pandaren's halberd. He turned around and looked in the direction where the Pandaren were looking. In the dusk light, a layer of floating black halo appeared in the sky, accompanied by
The whole sky was filled with the strange sound of flapping wings.
That was the ferocious-looking Mantid Vanguard... It was another start of a century-old cycle of bloody battles... It was the cloud of destruction that enveloped the entire continent of Pandaria.