The powerful Power of the Holy Light gave Anduin confidence. He was no longer the frail Stormwind City Prince; Anduin extremely confident that the endless Holy Light would help him easily defeat Thrall and Garrosh.
Just Anduin was feeling quite pleased with himself, Thrall actually appeared before him.
Thrall, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace, sharp fangs gleaming, eyed Anduin with ill intent, as if he were a delicious meal. He roared, "Human Prince, do you think Exodar is safe? Remember, humans are merely food for the Orcs. This is our destiny."
As Anduin awoke from his initial panic, he gradually calmed down and was no longer afraid. Behind him stood the powerful Naruvolos, the source of Exodar's energy, and moreover, he himself had mastered the powerful Holy Light.
"Thrall, I'm not afraid of you anymore. Come on, you damned beast, let's see who's the prey."
Anduin threw a punch, convinced that with the blessing of the Holy Light, even Thrall, who was as strong as a Dragon, would fall to the ground and not get up.
But to Anduin's surprise, the Holy Light left Anduin.
A weak, feeble fist slammed into Thrall's chest. Thrall lowered his head and grinned maliciously, "Is this your strength? Weak Prince, tremble before true power."
"Why, why is this happening?"
Anduin was pale. No matter how he called out, even though Naruvolos was right in front of him, the Holy Light did not respond to his call.
Thrall grabbed Anduin's shoulders and lifted him up. The difference in physique between humans and Orcs was too great, Anduin struggled helplessly.
"Before the great Orcs, the Holy Light is nothing but useless trash. That's why the Orcs can so easily slaughter the Draenei. Little Prince, I will tear you apart piece by piece, and I will ensure you remain alive until I devour your last piece of flesh."
Thrall opened his jaws wide and bit into Anduin's right hand. With a powerful pull, Anduin's right hand was severed from his body and disappeared into Thrall's gaping maw.
"No, no, spare me! I'm willing to surrender!"
Anduin Thrall chewed on Anduin's right hand with a contemptuous smile, and began to look for the next place to bite.
The Black Prince Wrathion, strode over and shouted, "Stop, you damned beast!"
Bang!
Thrall's body flew up, his back slamming heavily into Naruvolos's body, before he slowly slid down, leaving a bloody mark, and fell unconscious.
"Prince Anduin, you have suffered."
Wrathion extended his right hand, and a soft light enveloped Anduin's severed hand. Flesh and blood grew rapidly, and it was soon restored to its original state.
Anduin no fool; he knew exactly what this little trick was all about. While flexing his right hand, he cautiously asked:
"Who are you?"
Wrathion's smile was very eerie, carrying a sinister air.
"I am Wrathion the Harbinger. Thrall once planned to use your body as Vessel, but thankfully it didn't work out, otherwise I would have regretted it."
It's you!
Anduin resentment. His current tragedy, which had almost led to a break with King Varian and made him afraid to return to Stormwind City, was all because of this mysterious man before him.
Wrathion smiled politely and said, "I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused you. Today I come with the intention of reconciliation and hope to make up for my previous mistakes."
Anduin would never be swayed by false lies, and scoffed, "Tell me, what do you want? What can I get in return?"
"Happy."
Wrathion stated bluntly, "The Holy Light is weak and powerless before the Orcs. I can help you gain true power, not this false Holy Light, and all you need to do is help me defeat a few enemies."
"What enemy?"
"Four Elemental Lords, five Old Gods," Wrathion said enigmatically. "I despise the power of mortals; only the power of Elemental Lords and Old Gods can stir my heart."
Anduin highly skeptical of Wrathion's sincerity; perhaps he had other motives. Unfortunately, he had no choice. After a long pause, he asked:
How can I gain true power?
Wrathion pointed at the radiant O'ros and proclaimed loudly:
"The more powerful the Holy Light, the emptier the soul. To maintain balance, the Naaru devour the souls of mortals as a bargaining chip. Mortals don't possess this ability, but humans excel at learning, and their usual method is to fill it with darkness—that is, to learn the Shadow power."
Anduin was baffled. Although he knew that the Priests of the Cathedral of Light were almost all secretly learning Shadow Magic, he didn't know why.
Wrathion patiently explained:
"Right now you're like a beggar in Stormwind City Harbor, Naaru are like wealthy nobles. They can give you money to squander as you please, or they can leave you penniless at any time. But once you master powerful Shadow power, you'll have the ability to protect your money, and you can even steal it."
Anduin vaguely felt that there was some truth to it, but unfortunately learning Shadow Magic was not easy. Just like receiving a reward from a nobleman doesn't require much effort, but earning it yourself is extremely difficult.
This requires talent, as well as hard work and effort. The powerful and experienced Priests of Stormwind Cathedral are almost all gray-bearded.
A noble Prince, of course, would not want to go through hardship and would definitely try to find a shortcut.
Wrathion tempted, "The Old Gods are natural users of Shadow Magic. By consuming a piece of Old Gods's flesh, you can gain Shadow power. However, a living Old Gods will only drive you mad. Fortunately, one Old Gods is already dead."
"You mean Y'Shaarj?" Anduin asked curiously.
Wrathion nodded. "The Sha of Pandaria are merely incomplete life forms created from the breath Y'Shaarj exhaled at the moment of his death. As long as you find a Sha, erase its will, and merge it with you, even a large number of Orcs will be reduced to ashes before you."
Disappointed with the Holy Light, Anduin was intrigued and quickly said, "Alright, I look forward to this collaboration."
Wrathion grinned with satisfaction and kicked Thrall: "You damned beast, wake up and write a letter to Zhu Taran Zhu of the Shado-Pan Monastery."
Shado-Pan Monastery.
Taran Zhu received the letter from the Savior Thrall and couldn't help but sigh.
Thrall ordered Taran Zhu to imprison the Sha of Madness at Shado-Pan Monastery and provided the corresponding Magic Circle.
This is tantamount to severing the very foundation of Shado-Pan Monastery.
Back then, Thrall used Chen Stormstout's influence in Pandaria to establish the Peace Dove branch, luring the Pandaren into Orgrimmar, ostensibly to fight for Azeroth, but in reality to become food for the Orcs.
Taran Zhu had strongly opposed it, but the Peace Dove was already deeply entrenched, Shado-Pan Monastery was besieged by a large number of Pandaren and almost destroyed. Taran Zhu had no choice but to compromise.
The Pandaren lost nearly a million lives. As they gradually came to realize the truth, they were no longer able to resist. Pandaren fled to the deep mountains to live in seclusion, while others resigned themselves to being food for the Orcs.
Taran Zhu closed his eyes, heartbroken at the Pandaren's foolishness.
The foundation of Pandaren martial arts is Chi.
What exactly is Chi? Scholars of the Pandaren have offered various opinions on this matter.
Some say it comes from the power of the physical body, while others say it comes from the primordial energy of heaven and earth.
The secrets of Chi are known only to a few martial arts masters like Taran Zhu, but they cannot be revealed.
Chi originates from Sha.