"Share the burden? What do you mean?" Nazgrim asked, puzzled.
Rokhan, with a cunning look on his face, said mysteriously:
"The Warchief cherishes his reputation and is unwilling to betray his promise. This is where the Great General needs to step forward and find a pretext to destroy the Golden Lotus. The Warchief will appear furious and punish them severely, but in reality, he will be delighted. If this is accomplished, the Great General's future will be limitless."
Nazgrim then understood why Garrosh had sent Rokhan; there was a hidden meaning behind it. Nazgrim, understanding the implication, said slyly:
"I will never let the Warchief down. The Golden Lotus has over 100,000 followers, which will be perfect as provisions for the Orcs' army."
Nazgrim and Rokhan whispered amongst themselves for a long time, and together they devised a wicked plan.
Sun Rouxin and her two senior brothers stood at the entrance of Vale of Eternal Blossoms, gazing at the Orcs camp stretching for miles in the distance, all three of them lost in thought.
The Horde has sent new reinforcements, led by a Darkspear Trolls named Rokhan, who claims to have found a way to counter the Unity of Heaven and Humanity.
Sun Rouxin, her face stubborn and unconvinced, said, "The Unity of Heaven and Humanity and man is the highest realm of Pandaren martial arts, and it can never be broken by any other race except us Pandaren."
He Ruanzu's gaze darted around, and she said suspiciously, "I've heard that the Darkspear Tribe has a mysterious lineage of Witch Doctor healing and is protected by the Loa. Their strength and resources are not to be underestimated."
Sun Rouxin looked resentful. "In short, I don't believe it. No one can compare to our great Pandaren."
Lu Ke Shizhi said honestly, "Our master ordered us to assist the Orcs in destroying the Shado-Pan Monastery. We'll just have to obey orders and see the mystery of the Darkspear Tribe."
Behind the three were hundreds of Pandaren dressed in black. These were the core members of the Golden Lotus, each brimming with powerful energy and capable of standing alone as a formidable expert.
As the group continued on their way, they suddenly saw a large pot in the middle of the road, with a fire burning brightly underneath, emitting an incredibly tempting aroma of meat.
This giant cauldron is over three meters in diameter and floats silently in the air without any support. Below it is a large bow, its string taut and its back as thick as an adult's thigh.
A man stood beside the large cauldron, wearing a straw hat and his face covered with a black cloth.
Sensing something was amiss, Sun Rouxin mustered her courage and asked, "Excuse me, what kind of meat is stewing in this pot? It smells so good!"
The person beside the pot chuckled:
"My beloved dog is stewing in the pot. No prey can escape its pursuit. It has been with me for many years. I used my best bow as firewood, just enough to stew a pot of dog meat."
A feeling of compassion welled up in Sun Rouxin, and she couldn't bear to ask, "Why eat the dog that has been with you for so many years, and burn your best bow? Isn't that a terrible waste of time?"
The man by the pot laughed and said, "The cunning rabbit is dead. What use is the hunting dog to me? To avoid being hurt by it, I might as well kill it and eat it. All the birds that fly high have been shot down, so this fine bow is useless. It's better to use it for chopping firewood."
Sun Rouxin, looking puzzled, and asked, "Please enlighten me, sir?"
The person beside the pot slightly raised their hand, and the large pot slowly tilted, revealing the contents being steamed inside. Sun Rouxin and the other two were shocked; they saw themselves in the pot.
"You all helped the Orcs slaughter the Pandaren, and it is your own fault that you were eaten by the Orcs. But the more than 100,000 people of the Golden Lotus are innocent. Why don't you quickly realize your mistakes and stop your actions before the end of the world, or the calamity of the cult's destruction is about to befall you?"
Sun Rouxin was furious upon hearing this and jumped up, saying:
"The Orcs Consecration everything to save Azeroth. The Pandaren being eaten by the Orcs was simply the will of Heaven, the Dao Follows Nature. The people are all proud and honored. Do not slander the Pandaren."
The many skilled followers echoed, "That's right, being eaten by the Orcs is an honor for the Pandaren."
"Warchief Garrosh is Azeroth's only hope. He uses the blood and flesh of the Pandaren to reward the great Orcs; this is the way of harmony Unity of Heaven and Humanity."
"Why do wars rage? Why do autumn leaves fall? The Pandaren were born to be food for the Orcs; their death was worthy, a noble one."
The man beside the pot said coldly, "Well said. As the saying goes, you reap what you sow. The Orcs Camp has prepared dozens of monstrous beasts, waiting to boil your flesh and blood. You'd better watch yourselves."
After saying that, the large pot simmering with delicious food and the burning giant bow all disappeared, as if they had experienced an illusion.
But that final reminder was etched in everyone's minds, and many Pandaren experts hesitated. Although they agreed to feed the Pandaren to the Orcs, they instinctively refused when it came to themselves.
Sun Rouxin said solemnly, "It must be the work of insidious Sha. We Pandaren value cultivation above all else; we must not waver in our Dao Heart, lest we ruin our foundation and all our years of cultivation go to waste."
He Ruanzu chimed in, "This must be our inner demons. The Dao Follows Nature eliminates inner demons; we must remain steadfast in our Dao Heart resolve to be impervious to all evil."
Filled with deep skepticism, the group continued on their way.
Lu Ke Shizhi hesitated several times before finally making up his mind. "I think that man's warning was right. The Orcs might really be planning to eat us. We have to be careful."
Sun Rouxin's gaze sharpened, and she shook her head in disappointment. "Lu Ke Shizhi, I thought you had the most steadfast Dao Heart, but I didn't expect you to waver. Orcs are so kind and benevolent."
"But the Orcs really do eat us Pandaren," Lu Ke Shizhi argued.
"Your understanding is flawed; what a great honor this is!" Sun Rouxin said righteously.
Hypocrisy easily alienates friends, Lu Ke Shizhi couldn't refute it, muttering softly, "If we really encounter danger, I'll cover your escape."
Sun Rouxin said coldly, "No need. I'm more than willing to become food for the Orcs."
Of the several hundred experts of the Golden Lotus, a small portion were terrified and secretly fled. Sun Rouxin was so angry that she stomped her feet and cursed:
"A bunch of weaklings with unstable Dao Hearts, I swear I will hunt them down to the ends of the earth."
Finally arriving at the Orcs camp, surrounded by a large group of Kor'kron elites, Rokhan greeted them with a smile and said to Sun Rouxin and the other two:
"Master Lao's three beloved disciples are warmly welcomed. Let us discuss the grand plan to destroy Shado-Pan Monastery."
The Trolls had hideous faces and were considered extremely ugly by the Pandaren. Sun Rouxin followed behind Rokhan with a fake smile, smelling the stench emanating from him.
As Rokhan walked, he said, "We Trolls have a long history. Ten thousand years ago, we were the masters of Azeroth. At that time, we raised a kind of fat creature for food, and some of them escaped and settled in Pandaria."
Sun Rouxin was very unhappy, but she tried her best to maintain a smile, "May I ask what kind of creature the general is referring to?"
Rokhan chuckled and said, "It is you Pandaren. Pandaren have a long history as food for the Horde, and I am a Troll who follows tradition, hoping to preserve this excellent heritage."
Sun Rouxin smiled awkwardly, "It's an honor for the Pandaren."
Rokhan chuckled and led the group to the center of the camp, where dozens of large pots were set up in an open space, with water boiling in the pots.
Upon seeing this Sun Rouxin's expression changed drastically, and she hurriedly asked, "General, what do you mean by this?"
Rokhan's face twisted in a grimace. "Having grown accustomed to lying, you'll ultimately only deceive yourself, young Pandaren. Do you wish to be eaten by the Orcs? If so, I'll grant your wish."