Among the various races of Pandaria, the Pandaren are undoubtedly one of the proudest.
Faced with threats from Lao Xianglong, the leader of the Golden Lotus, hundreds of thousands of followers felt that the dignity of the Pandaren had been lost and were greatly disappointed, leading to a series of protests.
"We will never yield, we would rather die than beg the Mogu."
"Master Lao, you have disappointed us greatly. Pandaren are inherently noble and would rather die than submit."
"Death is inevitable for Pandaren, but some deaths are heavier than those of Kun-Lai Summit, while others are lighter than the feathers of the Chi-Ji. We are willing to die for dignity, to die a worthy death."
Lao Xianglong stood on golden lotus feet, suspended in mid-air, listening to the protests of the believers, smiling without saying a word.
Before long, flames soared into the sky behind them. Orcs and Trolls were burning down the Golden Lotus's houses. Countless plumes of smoke billowed, mixed with the howls of wolf riders and the curses of Orcs. The allied forces of Orcs and Trolls were marching towards the Mogu'shan Palace.
Lao Xianglong gently raised his hand, and a faint light flashed. The mist covering the Mogu'shan Palace dissipated slightly, revealing a dark passage leading to the depths of the Mogu'shan Palace.
The protests gradually subsided, and hundreds of thousands of believers gazed at the wide passageway, their eyes filled with anticipation.
An elderly man dressed in colorful robes stepped forward. This man was highly respected within the Golden Lotus and was a learned scholar. He shook his head and said:
"The Dao Follows Nature, Unity of Heaven and Humanity. I have no Mogu in my eyes, nor in my heart. I can do as I please without overstepping Mogu bounds. The world is vast, and I can roam freely."
The old man swaggered into the dark passageway.
Dozens more elders stepped forward, led by an elderly Pandaren, a renowned senior member of the Golden Lotus, who stroked his white beard and said:
"If I do not Mogu'shan Palace? Let us bear all these sins in place of all beings. All beings suffer, so let us atone for their sins."
These dozens of highly respected elders, their faces filled with compassion and a fearless spirit, stepped into the passageway.
Next, the officials of the Golden Lotus filed out. Unlike the Elites who died in the Orcs Camp, they were not particularly skilled in martial arts, but they held important positions in the Golden Lotus.
An official with flowing sleeves and a scholarly air proclaimed in a clear voice:
"Everything in this world has its cause and effect. We will not attain enlightenment until the Mogu'shan Palace is empty. Let us bear this boundless suffering on behalf of all beings."
The Golden Lotus officials, each defiant to the death, stubbornly stepped into the dark passage.
Hundreds more young Pandaren dressed in fine clothes emerged. Their elders were all high-ranking members of the Golden Lotus, and these young people were all wealthy and powerful.
One of the young Pandaren declared Justice:
"We are willing to sacrifice our lives for righteousness, even at the cost of ten thousand deaths. We must follow the banner of our forefathers. Let us risk our lives to enter this terrible abyss. It is our duty and our obligation, for Azeroth."
The Golden Lotus's protectors formed neat squares, and the highest-ranking officer addressed the assembly. "We are the valiant protectors of the faith. Whenever the Golden Lotus faces a crisis, we are always the first to stand up. An Evil force lurks within the Mogu'shan Palace. Brothers and sisters, let us fight for the Golden Lotus, for Pandaria!"
The Guardians shouted slogans as they lined up to enter Mogu'shan Palace.
The remaining followers watched, countless eyes fixed on the dark passage. The Horde army behind them was getting closer and closer, but pride prevented them from moving.
Suddenly, chaos erupted as thousands of idle thugs pushed through the crowd and frantically ran towards the passageway.
In the Golden Lotus, learning martial arts is the right path. These scoundrels are idle and do nothing, spending their days stealing chickens and dogs, and are the most despicable.
One of the thugs shouted as he ran, "The righteous are often dog thieves, and those who practice martial arts are all treacherous. Let us show you what true brotherhood is!"
Even the rogue had entered the passage, and the followers finally lost their composure. One of the Pandaren shouted, "What are you waiting for? The Orcs are coming! Run for your lives!"
The Pandaren led the way into the passage, and the followers finally woke up from their daze, howling and crying as they ran towards the passage. The entrance to the Mogu'shan Palace was wide, but unfortunately there were just too many Pandaren, and it quickly became a crowded mess.
The tribal army is getting closer and closer, and one can already see the ferocious faces.
Lao Xianglong unleashed dozens of beams of ghostly light, causing the mist to dissipate further and revealing dozens of dark passages. This relieved the pressure on the crowd, and the followers rushed into the passages without hesitation.
Even so, thousands of Pandaren were unable to escape in time. The combined forces of Orcs and Trolls arrived, slaughtered them on the spot, skinned and Eviscerate, and made them into Tough Jerky.
Lao Xianglong smiled as he looked down at the Horde army, his gaze passing over Sun Rouxin and her three traitors before landing on Rokhan. He said loudly:
"General, this Mogu'shan Palace is the most mysterious place in Pandaria, where countless Mogu slumber, and it harbors countless dangers. Does the General have the courage to venture in?"
Rokhan said nonchalantly:
"Our Horde has achieved what it has today through fearless courage. I have even conquered the Antorus, the Burning Throne, the most dangerous place in the universe, so what is there to fear from this small Mogu'shan Palace?"
Lao Xianglong smiled slightly and said, "I see. I have felt your courage, General. If I have the opportunity to enter Orgrimmar in the future, I hope to meet you."
After saying that, golden lotus flowers appeared out of thin air, leading to the depths of the entrance to the Mogu'shan Palace. Lao Xianglong stepped on the lotus flowers and disappeared into the dark cave.
Rokhan summoned his lieutenant, a brave Kor'kron Orcs, and solemnly instructed him, "General Nazgrim has ordered that the Golden Lotus be exterminated without exception; not a single one should be spared."
The lieutenant, with a ferocious face, said in a muffled voice, "Don't worry, I love eating Pandaren the most."
Rokhan nodded and waved, saying, "Go, I await your victorious return."
The lieutenant led five thousand Darkspear Tribe and five thousand Kor'kron Orcs into the Mogu'shan Palace through dozens of passages.
Rokhan led a small number of his personal guards and retreated continuously, as if fleeing for his life, until he stopped outside the Vale of Eternal Blossoms.
Sun Rouxin asked sarcastically, "General, is this your fearless courage?"
Rokhan, without blushing or skipping a beat, chuckled and said, "Young lady, you still have much to learn and observe. What you see may not always be true."
Deep within the Mogu'shan Palace, the Lao Xianglong, standing on lotus flowers, slowly descended. Golden lotus flowers gathered together, revealing their true form: a disc-shaped object.
The Disc of the Red Flying Cloud, a wondrous creation from the Mogu'shan Palace.
The Golden Lotus's hundreds of thousands of followers entered the Mogu'shan Palace, and the Horde followed suit. Lao Xianglong secretly breathed a sigh of relief; success was just one step away.
Upon entering Mogu'shan Palace, the first thing the Pandaren saw was a row of towering stone lions, each five or six meters tall, painted in vibrant colors, lifelike and just like the real thing.
The terrified Pandaren weaved among the stone lions, and a young Pandaren whispered:
"Mom, the stone lion is looking at me."
"Child, don't talk nonsense." The Pandaren mother quickly covered her child's mouth.
The interior of the Mogu'shan Palace is extremely spacious, as if the mountain itself had been hollowed out. The walls are adorned with exquisite murals whose colors have remained unchanged over countless years, making them breathtakingly beautiful.