After the news spread, the generals of the Warsong Clan fled first, and the generals of other Clans also secretly fled upon seeing this.
Only the ordinary soldiers were confused. Without their commanders, they were at a loss in the camp. The junior officers were unable to control the soldiers, and military discipline gradually deteriorated.
The tens of thousands of Pandaren following behind the army were puzzled, wondering why the Orcs army had stopped advancing. An Orcs officer, nibbling on Pandaren's arm, explained:
"We Orcs are merciful, and we hope that the Shado-Pan Monastery will surrender willingly."
As a result, the tens of thousands of Orcs cursed the Shado-Pan Monastery over its food, and many Pandaren even gathered at the entrance of the Shado-Pan Monastery to protest.
When the news reached the Townlong Steppes, Nazgrim, who was chatting and laughing with his subordinates, calmly said:
"I've heard that the people of Halfhill in Valley of the Four Winds are simple and honest, and the food stalls at their market are famous. I've long wanted to go there, but unfortunately, I've been too busy with military affairs and haven't had the chance."
A quick-witted subordinate immediately said:
"The Great General has rendered meritorious service, devoting himself to saving Azeroth. Grand Empress Shek'zeer, intimidated by the General's reputation, retreated without a fight. The General should also learn to share joy with the people and reward himself, so that the soldiers who care about him can rest assured."
Another subordinate advised, "I've heard that the Stormstout from the Valley of the Four Winds are famous throughout Azeroth. Why don't you take a sip while you're on your way?"
Nazgrim nodded with satisfaction:
"Alright, immediately inform all the generals to meet at the Halfhill Market to enjoy delicious food and wine together. As for the minor matter at Shado-Pan Monastery, leave it to the Peace Dove to handle."
Under the heavy pressure from the Orcs, the Peace Dove had no choice but to shoulder this responsibility.
On the rugged mountain path, a strong Orcs ran, panting heavily. His armor was already torn, and his clothes were soaked with blood mixed with sweat. He was exhausted, hungry, and utterly worn out after a day and a night of fleeing.
The Orcs heard the howling of wolves behind them and knew it was the wolf riders following behind.
Hunger and exhaustion tormented the Orcs; his strength was about to be completely depleted, and darkness was creeping before his eyes. He could faint at any moment, and he bit his tongue hard to keep from falling asleep on the road.
Just when they were about to succumb to despair, the Orcs discovered a cursed herb.
As a member of the Frostwolf Clan, he knew that Worg had a very sensitive nose. Fortunately, the scent of the tainted herbs could interfere with the Worg's sense of smell.
The Orcs crushed the herbs and smeared them all over his body before hiding in the bushes nearby.
Several wolf riders whizzed past him, Orcs breathed a sigh of relief, finally escaping their pursuit. He watched the wolf riders' retreating figures with a smug sneer.
Whoosh!
With a sharp gust of wind, three Pandaren dressed in black leaped out—two men and one woman—and surrounded the Orcs with agile movements.
"Get out of here, you filthy Pandaren, you're nothing but food."
The Orcs gripped his Battle Axe, threatening him, and gritted his teeth to stay upright.
The Pandaren woman proclaimed loudly, "Guter Durotan, who claims to be Durotan's bastard son, was once valued by the savior Thrall and held an important position, but now he has become a humiliating deserter, bringing shame upon the Durotan family."
Guteer coldly replied, "That's just a clumsy lie. I don't even know who my biological father is. Thrall is a complete idiot. Look at me, I'm just a lowly Orcs soldier."
"You have no choice, Guteer. Go back and become the commander of the Orcs." A Pandaren said in a deep voice, "The Peace Dove has laid a tight net; your safety is guaranteed."
Guteer retorted viciously, "Bah! Don't think I don't know your plan. You're using me as bait. Let me tell you, I'd rather die than submit. Don't come any closer, or I'll kill myself."
The three Pandaren pressed closer and closer. Guteer's hand, gripping the Battle Axe, trembled uncontrollably, and sweat poured down his face. Finally, he lost the courage to commit suicide and knelt down on the ground with a thud, bursting into tears.
Guteer was escorted back to the camp. He was originally a high-ranking general, and now he was the highest-ranking officer in the Orcs army, so he naturally became the commander-in-chief.
Unsurprisingly, Guteer's name appeared on the death list at the entrance of the Shado-Pan Monastery.
Ravenholdt Manor dispatched professional assassins who strung dozens of thin steel wires crisscrossing inside the commander's tent. Anyone who accidentally wandered in would be cut into pieces by the wires.
The Peace Dove also sent several experts. More than a dozen Pandaren worked together to create a Black Ox statue. Using the Black Ox statue as the core of the formation, a formation covered the general's tent.
With such a tight arrangement, it's unlikely that even a mosquito could get in.
A young girl from the Peace Dove, who once studied in Stormwind City, is a skilled Priest. She sits cross-legged outside the tent, constantly monitoring Guteer's vital signs.
Night fell, all was quiet, and time passed slowly.
The Pandaren girl suddenly opened her eyes and shouted, "Enemy attack!"
Guteer collapsed softly to the ground inside the tent. Almost simultaneously, the array activated, and a hazy, pale green aura enveloped the entire tent. A figure within the array gradually became clear.
It was an unusually obese Pandaren, tall and imposing, with flowing robes and a straw hat on his head. He stood smiling beside the Black Ox statue, casually waving his sleeves.
The Pandaren showed no sign of leaving, and said smugly:
"No one can stop me from killing whoever I want. Come on, come and arrest me!"
Whoosh!
An assassin from the Ravenholdt Manor fired a poisoned dart; a green beam pierced through the obese Pandaren's body and embedded itself in Guteer's corpse.
The obese Pandaren seemed oblivious, moving back and forth inside the tent like a ghost, his body passing through a thin array of steel wires, leaving behind eerie afterimages as he swayed.
"The Dao Follows Nature follows nature; my movements are as swift as the wind and as fast as Lightning. You cannot harm me in the slightest."
A mage cast Fireball spell. The fireball, like the dart, passed through the Pandaren's body, and the smell of burning filled the air as it ignited Guteer's corpse.
The fat Pandaren danced merrily beside the burning corpse, proudly announcing, "My kung fu has reached the pinnacle of Unity of Heaven and Humanity; no magic can harm me."
The Pandaren girl whispered, "This Pandaren looks familiar."
A man beside him replied, "I recognize him. He is Master Gu Chuanyun of the Cloud-Piercing Dojo of the Shado-Pan Monastery Zen Temple, who claims to control the mysterious Azure Cloud Serpent."
"Could this be the power of the Azure Cloud Serpent?" the Pandaren girl asked in confusion.
The Pandaren shook his head and said:
"Although the Azure Cloud Serpent is mysterious, it is not invincible. Perhaps it truly is the Legendary state of oneness with Unity of Heaven and Humanity, and only by summoning the August Celestials can it be defeated."
Gu Chuanyun's expression turned serious for the first time:
"Not bad, you actually recognized me. I recognize you too: Monk Lu Ke Shizhi, Rogue He Ruanzu, Priest Sun Rouxin, and the three prized disciples of Master Lao, leader of the Pandaria Peace Dove. Hehe, calling you the Golden Lotus would be more appropriate."
Sun Rouxin asked in a low voice, "Master Gu, do you think you can protect Shado-Pan Monastery by yourself?"
Gu Chuanyun smiled slightly and said, "I can kill Nazgrim whenever I want. Alright, I'm sleepy. That's enough for today."
As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Chuanyun vanished without a trace, as if he had never been there at all.