"We should have met before." The mysterious man said with certainty: "You have an aura that I am familiar with."
Robbie smiled and said nothing, and did not explain. It was probably because he had come into contact with the remnant soul of Y'Shaarj that the mysterious man felt familiar.
The mysterious man said apologetically:
"We make a living by absorbing the negative emotions of Pandaren, so we only teach them the way to practice, regardless of their moral character. If there is any offense, please forgive me."
Vanessa on the side interjected: "I didn't expect Kuang Zhi Sha to be so polite, but it is different from your real name."
The mysterious man was slightly startled, and then explained:
"Although I absorb violent emotions, it does not affect my temperament. It's strange that we Seven Evils are almost exactly the same. How can you tell them apart?"
Vanessa deliberately made a face and said with a smile, "I guessed it."
Kuangzhisha did not ask further questions, but said seriously: "The two of you who came to our Shado Temple must be related to the descendant Wrathion. I guess he must have some plot against Pandaria."
Robbie nodded. This trip was to remind the Shado Temple that Wrathion the Adventer wanted to take action against the evil demon in Pandaria.
Robbie first asked: "I have heard about the legend of Shaohao, and I have always had some questions."
Kuangzhisha waved his hand and said:
"Legends are legends. Pandaren always like to make up their minds and deceive themselves as real history. This will make them feel good, feel satisfied, and become more and more proud."
It seems that this is indeed the case. Most of the so-called legends about Emperor Shaohao are fictional.
Robbie personally experienced the catastrophe of 10,000 years ago. Y'Shaarj briefly returned from death, merged with the power of the Seven Evils, and blocked Aman'Thul's attack.
Where was Emperor Shaohao of the Pandaren at that time?
After all, ten thousand years is too long. After generations of emperors have modified history according to their own likes and dislikes, the real history may have been changed beyond recognition.
Robbie said frankly: "Wrathion wants to complete what Shaohao failed to accomplish. As far as I know, Thrall has written a letter to Zhu Talan, which contains the formation to seal you."
Kuangzhisha said without any surprise:
"I watched Zhu Talan grow up. He was capable and ambitious, so I helped him ascend to the position of leader. I guess the leader could no longer satisfy him. But Zhu Talan couldn't succeed because there were too many
The pandaren were eaten by the orcs, and their anger gathered. My companion, the Sha of Wrath, was extremely swollen and his strength was greatly increased. It is difficult to seal it. Thank you for your reminder, I will proceed with caution."
Robbie took out a sealing scroll and handed it to Kuangzhisha: "If you encounter something that cannot be solved, I hope this scroll can help you."
Kuangzhisha stared at the scroll in his hand and asked doubtfully: "What do you want in return?"
Robbie said solemnly: "I don't want Thrall and Garrosh to gain the power of Y'Shaarj. If you can't defeat them, I will use my own method to solve it."
Kuang Zhisha said: "We will be careful."
"Do you know the origins of the four gods of Pandaria?" Robbie asked.
Kuangzhisha was silent for a while before replying:
"They are the creations of the Titans, used to deal with us Seven Demons. We have been fighting each other for countless years, but we can't do anything to each other."
A large ship is sailing on the sea.
Pandaria is shrouded in mist. Except for the pandaren who are familiar with the waterways, outsiders can only land in Pandaria through luck and a narrow escape.
Sal was already prepared for this and said with a flattering smile:
"Dear Adventer, I would like to introduce you to an old friend, the great pandaren hero from Pandaria, Chen Stormstout. We orcs are where we are today thanks to Chen coaxing a large number of pandaren and contributing a few.
Big sea turtle.”
A young pandaren with a serious face walked into the cabin. Wrathion didn't even raise his eyelids and said slightly unhappily: "I don't like fakes."
Thrall scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "I have already eaten the real Chen Stormstout. Anyway, the pandaren all look the same, so no one can tell them apart."
Wrathion waved his hand and ordered Chen Stormstout to drink.
Finding the right channel was easy for Wrathion, so he took out a compass-like hand and handed it to Thrall.
"We don't need Pandaren. With this, we can reach Pandaria smoothly."
Thrall took the compass and lowered his voice and asked: "Dear Adventer, can the magic circle you gave Zhu Taran really trap an evil spirit?"
Wrathion asked displeasedly: "Are you doubting my ability?"
Thrall shook his head repeatedly: "I don't dare, I just feel it's a pity. Anduin is just a humble human being. Giving him the power of evil in vain is really a waste of resources."
Wrathion smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, I have my own arrangements."
The ship sailed into the fog, and it was almost impossible to see any fingers on the sea, relying entirely on Wrathion's compass to guide the direction.
Wrathion closed his eyes and meditated in the cabin. Suddenly he felt a throbbing in his heart, and he was extremely irritable. There was a ball of anger in his heart, and he was eager to vent it.
Oops, not good.
Wrathion hurriedly calmed down his inner emotions, and under the influence of mysterious magic, his irritability was significantly reduced.
The cabin door was kicked open, and Sal was seen holding a hatchet in his hand, his eyes were blood red, and he yelled: "Damn Adventer, you dare to call the great savior, I have had enough of you.
Come on, go to hell, you coward, useless trash."
"roll!"
Wrathion scolded, and Thrall immediately lost his strength and fell to the ground unconscious.
"The power of evil spirits, it seems they already know my arrival."
Wrathion quickly walked out of the cabin. The deck was full of sailors with red eyes, and many sailors had fallen into a pool of blood. Wrathion looked on with cold eyes and had no intention of stopping them.
He never cared about these low-level beings.
Jaina's hair was disheveled. Under her carefully tailored robe, dozens of snake-like creatures were squirming. They were uncontrollable magic-stealing dragons.
Seeing that Jaina was about to lose control, a dragon scale on her chest burst into blue light, stabilizing her mood a little.
Taking advantage of this brief moment of clarity, Jaina quickly gathered her magic power and cast a teleportation spell.
"Even Jaina can't resist the evil evil." Wrathion was a little disappointed.
Bang!
A bright ball of light hit Wrathion's back, and the burning smell came, making him feel the pain. Wrathion turned around angrily and saw the furious Prince Anduin.
"You're lying to me, right? You've been lying to me all this time." Anduin's eyes were blood red, but tears of grievance were streaming down his face, and he looked at Wrathion angrily.
"Anduin is also out of control, this terrifying holy light."
Wrathion was shocked. In front of the orcs, the Holy Light was useless, but the Holy Light obviously did not recognize Wrathion and gave Anduin powerful power.
"Anduin, please listen to me." Wrathion wanted to argue.
"How dare you deceive me, go to hell, go to hell." A giant sword of holy light condensed in Anduin's hand, and he slashed at Wrathion viciously.
Wrathion hurriedly dodged, and the giant sword slashed on the deck. The ship was immediately torn apart, and a piece of debris rushed into the sky with Wrathion.
Wrathion shook his head and reluctantly used a unique teleportation spell.