The last emperor Shaohao, whom the pandaren admired, turned out to be a mogu in the mural, the last mogu emperor of the Dark Iron Age.
Emperor Shaohao fought with a tall Eredar demon, much like Archimonde. Although he won and drove away the enemy, he was seriously injured and the curse of flesh and blood in his body was out of control.
The mogu emperor didn't have time to enter the petrified state and turned into a pandaren.
At the same time, the Mogu people finally withdrew from the stage of history due to the curse of flesh and blood. The Pandaren led by Emperor Shaohao took over the banner of the Mogu people and became the masters of this land.
Emperor Shaohao was the last emperor of the mogu people and the first emperor of the pandaren.
At the end of Emperor Shaohao's reign, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. In the great disaster ten thousand years ago, Pandaria separated from other continents and became a separate continent.
In order to prevent the Burning Legion from invading again, Emperor Shaohao entered an ancient palace and turned on a strange device, shrouding the entire Pandaria in mist.
After completing all this, Emperor Shaohao passed away quietly in this palace with a smile on his face.
How can the proud panda people accept this kind of history and continue to protest loudly.
One of the clever Pandaren approached the mural and took a closer look.
"No, the paint on this has just dried, and the mural was newly painted. Who forged the mural? Who lied to us?"
This discovery gave the panda people ample evidence for their pride.
"It turns out this mural is fake."
"The murals in Mogu'shan Palace are all fake."
"Why deceive our kind Pandaren."
The pandaren talked a lot, speculating on the mastermind behind the scenes. Unfortunately, not long after, the world began to spin, and all the pandaren fell to the ground, sleeping soundly.
A Zandalari troll wearing a high crown appeared on top of the cauldron, followed by several followers.
"Look what I saw, hundreds of thousands of delicious military rations, or being a slave would be good too."
A follower behind him said excitedly: "Lord Zul, these pandaren will definitely sell for a good price."
The high-crowned Zandalari troll is none other than the famous dark prophet Zul. Zul touched his fangs and whispered: "I foresaw the disaster of the Zandalar Empire and also foresaw this harvest."
A lizardman appeared behind Zul and said arrogantly: "Guest, these pandaren do not belong to you. King Xion has prepared a gift for you, five thousand trolls."
Zul didn't care and said with a smile: "Yes, this is all in my prophecy."
Many of the pandaren who were soundly asleep shouted in their sleep that the mogu were liars.
Zul said meaningfully: "Pandaren stubbornly stick to their history, so why don't I? Resurrecting Emperor Achilles from ten thousand years ago can really save the Zandalar Empire?"
Being moved by the scene, Zuer suddenly felt a little shaken.
Passing through the strange space passage, Lao Xianglong felt dazed for a while. When everything calmed down, Lao Xianglong opened his eyes and found that he was in a huge cave.
On the walls of the cave, magic gems the size of a human head shine brightly, like stars.
In the center of the cave, there lay a humanoid creature that looked like a hill. Even King Theon, who was more than ten meters tall, looked like a dwarf compared to this creature.
Lao Xianglong guessed that this must be the Titan Guardian Raiden. Raiden's hands and feet were tied with thick chains, and the other end was nailed to the wall.
But even Lao Xianglong could feel that these chains were just ordinary items, without any magic power, and could never bind a Titan Guardian.
It's more like self-exile than imprisonment.
Xion first warned in a low voice:
"Pandaren, you must remember that you cannot deceive a Titan Guardian. Lies are meaningless in front of a great being who can see through the heart. If you deceive him, I can't protect you."
Lao Xianglong nodded timidly. It could be heard that Leiden was definitely not kind, or in his opinion, the insignificant Pandaren were like insects.
Xion raised his voice and said loudly: "Titan Guardian Leiden, the guardian of the Mogu tribe, in compliance with the ancient agreement, Xion came to ask for advice."
Raiden opened his eyes, glanced lazily at Xion, yawned and said:
"Has another hundred years passed? Time flies so fast. What interesting things happened while I was sleeping? Oh, a Pandaren, I smelled a strange smell on his body,
A creature not of this world."
Leiden suddenly became interested and lost all sleep. He sat up and looked down at Lao Xianglong.
Being stared at by this terrifying gaze, Lao Xianglong was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground. There was only boundless fear in his heart and he could not say a word.
Theon whispered: "That's the smell of orcs. Orcs came from the world of Draenor and entered Azeroth through the Dark Portal, bringing endless disasters."
"Delanor." Raiden asked enthusiastically: "Tell me, what kind of world is that? How does it compare to Azeroth?"
Theon spread his hands and said: "Delanor is a beautiful world, but I'm very sorry. Not long ago, that world was in a semi-destroyed state and was slowly dying."
Leiden shook his head in disappointment and muttered to himself: "What a pity. I thought I could escape from this cold cage. If you have anything to do, ask me quickly. I might be sleepy again."
Xion asked respectfully: "It is said that the orcs are related to the moon god Elune. I want to know whether the flesh of the orcs can prevent the curse of flesh and blood? Are there any traps in it?"
"You think a cure has been found, right?"
Leiden stretched out two fingers, held Lao Xianglong to his nose, smelled carefully, and nodded:
"There are two familiar smells on the orcs. One is the evil energy of the Burning Legion, and the other is the natural power of the moon god Elune. It can indeed prevent the curse of flesh and blood. Well, Xion, I can tell you whether there is a hidden moon.
God’s conspiracy, but what do you give in exchange?”
Theon was secretly surprised. Leiden wakes up once every hundred years. Under normal circumstances, after learning about major events happening in the outside world, he always answers all questions and rarely offers exchange conditions.
Unless it's a very important secret.
What Leiden cares about most is intelligence. The major events that have happened in recent years flashed through Xion's mind one by one, and he asked tentatively:
"The current situation of the five Aspect Dragons, the rise of the Scourge representing the power of death, the destruction of Nordrassil, the World Tree, the battle of Sunwell Plateau..."
Leiden smiled and shook his head, indicating that he was not interested in this.
Lao Xianglong didn't know where the courage came from, and he bravely said to himself: "It's really strange, why do some people want to enter Azeroth, while others dream of leaving?"
Xion shook his head in disappointment, thinking that Lao Xianglong was dead.
Raiden looked at this bold Pandaren in surprise, but in the end he did not kill him. He snorted coldly and said: "Apart from the Burning Legion, the only void creatures who entered Azeroth are. I really want to escape from this cage.
But I don’t want to join the Void Force.”
Lao Xianglong realized that he had said the wrong thing and was so frightened that he was speechless.
Leiden looked at Lao Xianglong's expression and said in a thunderous voice: "Pandaren, what do you seem to know?"
Xion on the side warned: "If you don't want to die, explain it quickly."
Lao Xianglong plucked up his courage and whispered: "I heard that there is a mysterious man named Wrathion. They say he comes from a mysterious world."