"We should have met before," the mysterious man said confidently. "I recognize the aura about you."
Robbie smiled without saying a word, offering no explanation. Perhaps it was because he had come into contact with the remnant soul of Y'Shaarj that the mysterious man felt a sense of familiarity.
The mysterious man said apologetically:
"We live by absorbing the negative emotions of the Pandaren, so we only teach them the path of cultivation and do not concern ourselves with their character. Please forgive us if we have offended anyone."
Vanessa chimed in, "I didn't expect the Sha of Madness to be so polite; it's quite different from your real name."
The mysterious man was slightly taken aback, and first explained:
"Although I absorb violent emotions, it doesn't affect my temperament. Strange, we Seven Sha are almost identical, how did you tell us apart?"
Vanessa made a face and laughed, "Just a guess."
The Sha of Madness did not press further, but said solemnly, "You two have come to my Shado-Pan Monastery, presumably because of Wrathion the Harbinger. I suspect he must have some designs on Pandaria."
Robbie nodded. The purpose of his trip was to remind the Shado-Pan Monastery that Wrathion Harbinger intended to attack the Sha of Pandaria.
Robbie first asked, "I've heard the Legendary of Shaohao, but I've always had some questions."
Sha of Madness waved his hand and said:
"Legendary are just Legendary. Pandaren always like to fill in the blanks with their imaginations and treat them as real history to deceive themselves. This makes them feel great, satisfied, and increasingly proud."
It seems that this was indeed the case; most of the Legendary about Emperor Shaohao are fictional.
Robbie personally experienced the Sundering ten thousand years ago. Y'Shaarj briefly returned from the dead, merging with the Sha's power to block Aman'Thul's attack.
Where was Shaohao, the Pandaren Emperor Shaohao, at that time?
Ten thousand years is far too long. With generations of emperors rewriting history according to their own likes and dislikes, the true history would probably be unrecognizable.
Robbie stated, "What Shaohao couldn't accomplish, Wrathion really wants to do. As far as I know, Thrall has already written a letter to Taran Zhu, which includes a sealing formation for you."
Sha of Madness said without any surprise:
"I watched Taran Zhu grow up. He has both ability and ambition, so I helped him ascend to the position of sect leader. I guess being sect leader is no longer enough for him. But Taran Zhu can't succeed. Too many Pandaren have been eaten by the Orcs, and their anger is gathering. My companion Sha of Anger, has swelled to an extreme degree, greatly increasing his strength. It's very difficult to seal him away. Thank you for your reminder. I will act carefully."
Robbie took out a sealing scroll and handed it to Sha of Madness: "If you encounter any problems you can't solve, I hope this scroll can help you."
Sha of Madness stared at the scroll in his hand and asked suspiciously, "What reward do you want?"
Robbie said gravely, "I don't want Thrall and Garrosh to obtain Y'Shaarj's power. If you can't defeat them, I will take matters into my own hands."
"We will be careful," said the Sha of Madness.
"Do you know the origins of the four Pandaria August Celestials?" Robbie asked.
Sha of Madness remained silent for a long while before answering:
"They are creations of the Titans, created to fight against us, the Seven Sha. We have been battling each other for countless years, but neither of us can defeat the other."
A large ship is sailing on the sea.
In the mist-shrouded Pandaria, only the Pandaren, who are familiar with the routes, can hope to land Pandaria by sheer luck and through countless near-death experiences.
Thrall, having anticipated this, smiled obsequiously:
"Honorable Harbinger, let me introduce you to an old friend, the Pandaren hero from Pandaria, Chen Stormstout. We Orcs are where we are today thanks to Old Chen for luring so many Pandaren here and for contributing several giant sea turtles."
A young Pandaren with a serious expression walked into the cabin. Without even raising his eyelids, Wrathion said with slight displeasure, "I don't like fakes."
Thrall scratched his head sheepishly and said, "I've already eaten the real Chen Stormstout. Anyway, all Pandaren look the same, so no one can tell the difference."
Wrathion waved his hand, ordering Chen Stormstout.
Finding the right course was a piece of cake for Wrathion; he simply took out a compass-like object and handed it to Thrall.
"We don't need Pandaren. With this, we can reach Pandaria smoothly."
Thrall took the compass and asked in a low voice, "Honorable Harbinger, can the Magic Circle you gave to Taran Zhu really trap a Sha?"
"Are you doubting my abilities?" Wrathion asked, displeased.
Thrall shook his head repeatedly. "I wouldn't dare, it's just a pity. Anduin is merely a lowly human; to give him Sha power for nothing is truly a waste."
Wrathion smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, I have my plans."
The ship sailed into the fog, where it was almost impossible to see one's hand in front of one's face on the sea, and the ship relied entirely on Wrathion's compass for navigation.
As Wrathion closed his eyes to rest in the cabin, he suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart, an overwhelming sense of unease, and a burning anger within him that he desperately wanted to vent.
Oh no, that's bad.
Wrathion quickly calmed himself down, and under the influence of the mysterious magic, his agitation lessened considerably.
The hatch was kicked open, revealing Thrall holding a short axe, his eyes bloodshot, roaring, "Damn you, Harbinger! How dare you order the great Savior around like that? I've had enough of you! Die, you Imp, you useless piece of trash!"
"Roll!"
With a soft shout from Wrathion, Thrall immediately lost his strength and collapsed to the ground unconscious.
"The power of the Sha... it seems they already know I'm coming."
Wrathion strode out of the cabin. The deck was filled with bloodthirsty sailors, many of whom lay dead in pools of blood. Wrathion watched coldly, making no attempt to stop them.
He never paid any attention to these lowly creatures.
Jaina's hair was disheveled, and beneath her meticulously tailored robes, dozens of snake-like creatures writhed—uncontrolled Spellstealer Wyrm.
Just as Jaina was about to lose control, a dragon scale on her chest emitted a blue light, which calmed her down slightly.
Taking advantage of this brief moment of clarity, Jaina quickly gathered her mana and cast a teleportation spell.
"Even Jaina couldn't resist the corruption of the Sha." Wrathion with some disappointment.
Bang!
A bright ball of light struck Wrathion in the back, the smell of burning filling the air and causing him pain. Wrathion turned around angrily and saw Prince Anduin standing on end in fury.
"You're lying to me, aren't you? You've been lying to me all along." Anduin's eyes were bloodshot, yet tears of grievance streamed down his face as he glared angrily at Wrathion.
"Anduin is also out of control; this terrible Holy Light..."
Wrathion was taken aback. The Holy Light had no effect on the Orcs, but Holy Light clearly did not recognize Wrathion and granted Anduin great power.
"Anduin, please listen to me." Wrathion wanted to explain something.
"How dare you deceive me! Die! Die, all of you!" Anduin conjured a greatsword of Holy Light in his hand and viciously slashed at Wrathion.
Wrathion hurriedly dodged, but his greatsword struck the deck, shattering the ship into pieces. A piece of wreckage carried Wrathion into the sky.
Wrathion shook his head and reluctantly used his unique teleportation spell.