"Cooperation?" Anduin pondered seriously, sensing a hint of sincerity, and the two drew slightly closer.
"Yes, the Alliance and the Horde working together."
Thrall said in a loud voice:
"Neither the Jinyu nor the Hozen are qualified Warriors, but their reproductive rate is astonishing. We can instigate a war between them. You capture the Hozen and make them into Tough Jerky, and I capture the Jinyu and dry them into fish jerky. It's a win-win situation."
"I don't understand the purpose of doing this," Anduin, puzzled.
Thrall's face contorted in a ferocious grimace as he snarled:
"Only Orcs are the best soldiers in Azeroth. The Caverns of Time can provide me with a large number of Orcs soldiers at any time, but unfortunately I don't have enough military rations to feed them. The only purpose of the Hozen and Jinyu is to provide food for the Orcs."
Thrall grew increasingly excited as he spoke, waving his arms and declaring, "With enough Orcs soldiers, the weak Garrosh is no match for me! I will return to Orgrimmar, become the Warchief of the Horde, and vow to tear Garrosh to pieces and devour him!"
Anduin and said, "I refuse. It won't do me any good."
Thrall smiled and said in a seductive tone, "Anduin, once I become Horde of the Warchief again, I will definitely send troops to help you conquer Stormwind City, overthrow that detestable Varian from the throne, and leave him to your disposal. And you will become the King of Stormwind City, the leader of the Alliance."
Anduin frowned, pondering this possibility; he hesitated.
"What are you still hesitating for, Prince Highness?"
Thrall patiently advised, "King Varian is in his prime. How long will it be before he dies? Twenty years? Fifty years? Are you willing to wait until you are old and frail before inheriting the throne?"
Anduin was persuaded, his gaze slightly unsteady.
Thrall chuckled and said:
"The rift between father and son has already appeared. Your father dislikes you very much. If he marries a queen and has a new Prince in the future, you will get nothing."
Anduin asked uncertainly, "Thrall, how confident are you?"
Thrall said solemnly, "Opportunity waits for no one; it requires repeated attempts. Come, Prince Anduin, let us cooperate closely."
As Thrall raised his right hand to give a high five, Anduin also raised his right hand. Just as their palms were about to touch, the ground suddenly cracked open and a large amount of water gushed out.
Four Jinyu jumped out. The leader was none other than Sage Mari. The other three Jinyu were also well-known Waterspeaker, the three elders who guarded Terrace of Endless Spring: Guardian Kaolan, Elder Regail, and Elder Asani.
"As expected, the prophecy of Flowing Water has come true. Outsiders, Pandaria does not welcome you." Sage Mari conjured a long spear in his hand. "Submit before Flowing Water!"
Thrall and Anduin shocked. They had already confirmed that no one was eavesdropping, but they never expected that the Jinyu would hide underground.
The spear formed from Flowing Water shot towards Anduin. Anduin instinctively tried to gather Holy Light to defend himself, but he was too close to Thrall, and the Holy Light did not respond to his call.
Bang!
The spear struck its target, piercing Anduin's chest, and blood stained the water.
Sage Mari was slightly surprised. He had thought Anduin strong, which was why he had invited the three Guardians of Terrace of Endless Spring to fight together. He hadn't expected Anduin so weak.
"The Flowing Water will punish your Evil."
Seeing that Anduin severely injured and unable to fight, the three Guardians targeted Thrall their spells. The composed Thrall, knowing he was outmatched, immediately knelt on the ground, raised his hands, and said:
"I surrender, please don't kill me."
Thrall's actions startled the three Guardians, causing them to halt their spellcasting. Sage Mari, however, had no intention of letting Thrall off the hook and shouted:
"I know you. You're Orcs. Foolish Pandaren were eaten by Orcs. You are Pandaria's mortal enemy, absolutely unforgivable."
Upon hearing this, the three Guardians rekindled their murderous intent, and four Flowing Water spears shot towards Thrall.
Thrall was startled, thinking to himself that his life was over.
Shadows enveloped the earth, and large swaths of Flame fell, evaporating the Flowing Water spear. The wounded Anduin enveloped in a ball of life-giving flames, and the terrible wound on his chest quickly healed.
The Sage Mari hurriedly looked up and saw a large, fiery red bird slowly descending.
Chi-Ji, one of the August Celestials.
In the hearts of the Jinyu, the Chi-Ji is sacred and incomparably a great deity.
But the Sage Mari did not think so. He believed that the August Celestials were merely more powerful beings, not invincible. For example, the White Tiger had once been defeated by the Lei Shen.
"Chi-Ji, why are you stopping me from killing them?" the Sage Mari asked rudely.
The Chi-Ji spoke in a clear voice, "The Flowing Water has been corrupted, clouding your minds. It is all the fault of the Sha Corruption the waters. Your prophecies are wrong. Before you stands the great Savior Thrall, who led the Orcs to save Azeroth time and time again."
Sage Mari showed a surprised expression:
"So he's the Thrall who devoured countless Pandaren and Tauren. They say Thrall is 1,800 meters tall and can shatter Pandaria with a single punch, but it seems he's not all that impressive after all."
Chi-Ji roared angrily, "Shut up! Don't believe the rumors! Some people are spreading lies and slandering the great Savior with ulterior motives!"
The Sage Mari, said coldly, "I don't believe rumors, but I believe my own eyes and ears."
Chi-Ji shook her head and said regretfully:
"The corruption of the Sha has robbed you of your reason, driving you into madness. Your ears and eyes have deceived you. The Orcs led by Thrall, the Savior, are so merciful and kind. Go back to the Terrace of Endless Spring and repent for your sins."
With Chi-Ji, one of the August Celestials, present, the Sage Mari knew it was unlikely to succeed. He glared fiercely at Thrall and Anduin, then left with three Guardians.
Chi-Ji respectfully said, "The Black Prince Wrathion, is waiting for you at the Mistveil Trestle."
Mistveil Trestle, a warm inn.
Amidst swirling mist and a fragrant aroma, Wrathion sipped his tea when an elegant Pandaren woman approached, followed by her two children.
Although the Pandaren lady was of advanced age, she was well-dressed, elegant in demeanor, and possessed an extraordinary air; she was clearly a noblewoman from a wealthy family.
Wrathion had been waiting for this woman for a long time and said politely:
"It is truly an honor for me that Madam Goya has come in person."
Madam Goya waved her hand dismissively and said in a serious tone:
"Pandaren uphold traditional female virtues: obeying their fathers at home, their husbands after marriage, and their sons in old age. Guo is my husband's surname; you may simply call me Madam Ya."
Wrathion was somewhat surprised and asked curiously, "May I ask who your husband is?"
Madam Goya said in a boastful tone:
"In Pandaria, there are five unparalleled masters, known as the Five Absolutes: Ordos the Fire-God in the Nalak the Storm Lord; Oondasta, the Isle of Giants in the North; Taran Zhu, the leader of the Shado-Pan Sect in the Center; and my husband is the Southern Great, whose martial arts are on par with Taran Zhu's, neither being equal in skill."
At this point, Madam Goya jokingly said, "My wife, true to her name, excels at winning people over with virtue. She is upright and incorruptible. You might as well guess my husband's name."
Wrathion stood up, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said, "So you are the great hero Guo Yiwei. I have long admired you."
Madam Goya's lips trembled slightly, and she was speechless for a long time.