There are actually a lot of souls hidden in the mists of Pandaria.
The amount of information is a bit large.
Robbie touched his chin and carefully recalled the legend about the mist.
According to the history of the Pandaren, the last emperor of the Pandaren, Emperor Shaohao, after defeating the six demons, sacrificed himself in order to resist the invasion of the Burning Legion using the way of unity between man and nature, thus creating the Mists of Pandaria.
This legend is very unreliable.
You must know that the mist of Pandaria hides huge power. The legend of Emperor Shaohao defeating the inner demon cannot be copied by future generations, and even the principle behind it cannot be understood.
A Pandaren only needs to exorcise his inner demons to become even more powerful than Archimonde. If Emperor Shaohao had passed this technique on to his people, the Pandaren would have dominated the universe long ago. Even the Burning Legion and the Lord of the Void would have to conquer the universe.
Surrender to the claws of the pandaren.
There is no need for Emperor Shaohao to sacrifice, and the right way is to make the skills public.
According to the description of the murals in the Mogu Mountain Palace, Emperor Shaohao was originally the last emperor of the Mogu people. He became a pandaren due to the curse of flesh and blood due to severe injuries. In order to protect Pandaria, he entered an ancient palace and turned on a device that made Pandaria
Asia is shrouded in mist.
The legend of the mogu is relatively reliable, but the mysterious palace is unknown, and the source of the fog is even more confusing.
There are different opinions on history, often with unnecessary emotions and the bias of the compiler, making it impossible to be objective and fair, and it is difficult to restore the true face.
Robbie cannot draw a conclusion before finding sufficient evidence.
Mnozdo showed great interest and hurriedly asked Imessus about the form of the soul in the mist.
Imessus describes it in as much detail as possible:
"They are tall, with a pair of wings on their backs. Some have kind faces, and some have faces shrouded in fire. They are friendly to others. There are many creatures who were deceived like me. They live with us very friendly. The only thing that is difficult is
What I endure is endless loneliness.”
M'nozdo fell into thinking. Although he controlled the power of time and no one knew the history of Azeroth better than him, there were not many such creatures in his memory.
"Is this the image?"
Mnozdo used magic to outline the image of the Val'kyr. Imesus shook his head: "No, no, this image is too rough. It's hard for you to imagine. Their appearance and body are extremely delicate, and every detail is exquisite."
It’s perfect and you’ll never forget it once you see it.”
"It's getting more interesting."
Munozido said enthusiastically: "In order to defeat the moon god Elune, I originally wanted to pursue the way of unity between heaven and man, but I didn't expect that the secrets hidden in the mist were beyond my imagination. It seems that the direction of my efforts is in the right direction."
Yes, if we solve the mystery of the fog, we may be able to find a way to fight against Elune."
Orgrimmar.
Warchief Garrosh was leaning on the throne, his left elbow resting on the armrest, his broad palm holding the side of his face, listening to Chen Stormstout's report on the battle situation in Pandaria with a half-smile.
Chen. Dancing with storm liquor, spitting stars flying everywhere:
"While attacking the Shado-Trace Monastery, the heroic orcs were attacked by a strong man and nature. The wise General Nazgrin realized that something was wrong. The pandaren were just a bunch of incompetent waste. How could there be such strong men?
Changed the plan and ordered Lockhan to attack the Valley of Eternal Blossoms and destroy the Golden Lotus.
"In the Battle of the Vale of Eternal Blossoms, we suffered a disastrous defeat. The heroic General Malkorok successfully broke out of the siege and brought us important news. Five thousand Darkspear Trolls betrayed and took refuge with the Dark Prophet Zul.
Na'zul is just an unknown rat, and Nazgrim didn't believe he had such abilities, so he ordered me to attack the Stormstout Brewery to bring out the real Black Hand."
Garrosh narrowed his eyes and interrupted Chen Stormstout's vivid description:
"Is the Stormstout Brewery important?"
Chen Stormstout was stunned for a moment, and he instantly came up with an excuse:
"Dear Warchief, the Pandaren are happy without drinking. The Stormstout Brewery is the largest brewery in Pandaria, and its strategic position is extremely important. Whoever controls the Stormstout Brewery is tantamount to strangling the lifeblood of the Pandaren.
A battleground for military strategists."
Garrosh was slightly surprised and said with a smile: "Interesting, tell me about your experience at the Stormstout Brewery."
Chen Stormstout looked serious:
"Back to the warchief, I led five hundred brave orcs into the Stormstout Brewing Factory. All the panda staff escaped. Unexpectedly, the hozen and the rabbit demon achieved the unity of heaven and man, and also met the ally of the four gods, the Adventer.
Wrathion, there is sufficient evidence that Thrall is colluding with the Four Heavenly Gods to conspire to destroy Azeroth."
Garrosh stood up from his throne and laughed:
"Very good. Thrall conspired to destroy Azeroth. The evidence is sufficient. As the warchief of the tribe, I must lead by example. Chen Stormstout, go back and tell Nazgrin that this chief will lead an army of 100,000 orcs.
, personally conquer Pandaria, eradicate Thrall the World Destroyer, and save Azeroth from danger. "
Chen Stormstout was secretly happy, this meant that his mission had been completed, and he praised loudly:
"The warchief is wise and mighty, and his orc army is capable of conquering battles. He looks down upon all directions. Thrall, the World Destroyer, is just a nameless rat and will be chopped into pieces by the warchief."
Garrosh waved his hand and ordered Chen Stormstout to drink down the wine. He walked to the back tent alone and entered the meditation room.
A golden bell hangs on the beam of the meditation room. The body of the bell is a simple golden color, with countless obscure runes carved on the surface and countless magic gems inlaid inside.
Garrosh knelt on the ground piously and prayed in a low voice:
"That damn pandaren dared to deceive me. I had already sent many scouts to sneak into Pandaria. Now the four gods are imprisoned in the Eternal Island and are being tortured day and night."
The mysterious being responded: "Garrosh, what do you want to do?"
Garrosh smiled and said proudly: "Great being, according to your instructions, the Holy Bell has finally been completed, and I have mastered the power of the Sha of Pride. I don't have to be afraid of Wrathion. If I can save the four gods, they
He must hate Thrall with all his heart."
The mysterious voice warned coldly: "You are wrong, childish Garrosh. This is the difference between you and Thrall. When you save the poisonous snakes, they will bite you instead."
Garrosh scratched his bald head and smiled cruelly: "I understand, I should kill Thrall and keep the Four Gods in my hands. They can become Thrall's food, why can't they become my food?"
"This is the real great wisdom." The mysterious voice paused: "Of course, the Four Heavenly Gods are not unavailable. Order your scouts to reveal Wrathion's weaknesses to the Four Heavenly Gods."
Hearing that this was Wrathion's weakness, Garrosh quickly raised his ears.
The mysterious existence told about Wrathion's weakness. Garrosh recorded it verbatim and asked with some surprise:
"Although I know Wrathion's weakness well, why can't I take advantage of it?"
The mysterious existence sighed: "This requires profound magical knowledge, but unfortunately you don't have it. You are not the only one who is staring at Wrathion. As long as you tell the four gods about his weaknesses, it will attract the attention of some people. Wrathion