A vast number of souls are hidden within the mists of Pandaria.
There's a lot of information here.
Robbie stroked his chin, carefully recalling the Legendary about the mist.
According to Pandaren history, after defeating the six Sha, the last emperor of the Pandaren Emperor Shaohao, sacrificed himself using the path of Unity of Heaven and Humanity to resist the invasion of the Burning Legion, thus creating the mists of Pandaria.
This Legendary is highly unreliable.
It is important to know that the mists of Pandaria conceal immense power. The Legendary of Emperor Shaohao overcoming his inner demons has been impossible for later generations to replicate, and even the underlying principles remain incomprehensible.
A Pandaren only needs to exorcise their inner demons to become more powerful than Archimonde. If Emperor Shaohao had passed this technique on to his people, the Pandaren would have already unified the universe. The Burning Legion and the Void Lords would all have to submit to the Pandaren's claws.
Emperor Shaohao had no need to sacrifice himself; revealing the cultivation method was the right thing to do.
According to the murals inside the Mogu'shan Palace, Emperor Shaohao was the last emperor of the Mogu. He was severely injured and the Curse of Flesh flared up, turning him into Pandaren. In order to protect Pandaria, he entered an ancient palace and activated a device that caused Pandaria to be shrouded in mist.
The Legendary of the Mogu are relatively plausible, but the mysterious palace remains unknown, and the origin of the mist is shrouded in mystery.
History is subject to many conflicting accounts, often influenced by unnecessary emotions and the biases of its compilers, making it impossible to achieve objectivity and impartiality, and thus difficult to restore the true picture.
Robbie cannot draw conclusions until sufficient evidence is found.
Murozond showed great interest and hurriedly asked Immerseus about the form of the souls in the mist.
Immerseus can be described in as much detail as possible:
"They were tall, with a pair of wings on their backs. Some had kind faces, while others had their faces shrouded in flames. They were friendly to people, and there were many other creatures like me who had been deceived into coming here. They lived with us in a friendly manner, but the only unbearable thing was the endless loneliness."
Murozond fell into thought. Although he wielded the Power of Time and no one knew the history of Azeroth better than him, such creatures were few in his memory.
Is this the image?
Murozond used magic to sketch the image of the Val'kyr, Immerseus shook his head. "No, no, this image is too crude. You can hardly imagine how exquisite their features and bodies are, every detail is perfect, and you will never forget them once you see them."
"This is getting more and more interesting."
Murozond said enthusiastically, "In order to defeat the Elune, I originally wanted to pursue the path of Unity of Heaven and Humanity, but I never expected that the secrets hidden in the mist would be beyond my imagination. It seems that my efforts are on the right track. Solving the mystery of the mist may lead to a way to defeat Elune."
Orgrimmar.
Warchief Garrosh leaned back on his throne, his left elbow resting on the armrest, his broad hand supporting his cheek as he listened with a half-smile to Chen Stormstout's report on the war situation in Pandaria.
Chen Stormstout, danced wildly, spitting as he spoke:
"During the attack on Shado-Pan Monastery, the valiant Orcs were attacked by a powerful being who had achieved perfect Unity of Heaven and Humanity. The wise General Nazgrim realized something was wrong. He thought the Pandaren were a bunch of incompetent fools, so how could they have such a powerful being? He changed his plans and ordered Rokhan to attack the Vale of Eternal Blossoms and destroy the Golden Lotus."
"In the Battle of the Vale of Eternal Blossoms, we suffered a crushing defeat. The valiant General Malkorok successfully broke through the encirclement and brought us crucial news. Five thousand Darkspear Trolls have betrayed us and joined the Dark Prophet Zul. Zul is merely an insignificant nobody, Nazgrim doesn't believe he possesses such abilities. Therefore, he ordered me to attack Stormstout Brewery to draw out the true Blackhand."
Garrosh squinted, interrupting Chen Stormstout's vivid description:
Is the Stormstout Brewery important?
Chen Stormstout was stunned for a moment, then instantly came up with an excuse:
"Your Warchief, the Pandaren are inseparable from alcohol. Stormstout Brewery is the largest brewery in Pandaria, holding immense strategic importance. Whoever controls Stormstout Brewery holds the lifeline of the Pandaren in their hands; it is a place of vital importance to any military strategist."
Garrosh was slightly surprised and chuckled, "Interesting. Tell me about your experience at the Stormstout Brewery."
Chen Stormstout's expression was serious:
"Reporting to the Warchief, I led five hundred valiant Orcs into the Stormstout Brewery. The Pandaren employees all fled. Unexpectedly, the Hozen and Jinyu achieved Unity of Heaven and Humanity and encountered Wrathion Harbinger, an ally of the August Celestials. We now have ample evidence that Thrall is colluding with the August Celestials in a plot to destroy Azeroth."
Garrosh rose from his throne and laughed heartily:
"Excellent! Thrall's plot to destroy Azeroth is well-documented. As the Warchief of the Horde, I must lead by example and take the lead myself. Chen Stormstout, go back and tell Nazgrim that I, the Warchief, will personally lead an army of 100,000 Orcs to Pandaria, eliminate Thrall the Destroyer, and save Azeroth from peril."
Chen Stormstout, thought his mission was complete and exclaimed in praise:
"The Warchief is wise and mighty, his divine power unparalleled. The Orcs army is skilled in battle and invincible. Thrall, the Destroyer of Worlds, is but a nameless rat, destined to be shattered into pieces by the Warchief."
Garrosh waved his hand, ordering Chen Stormstout to leave, and then walked alone to the back tent, entering the meditation room.
A golden bell hangs from the rafters of the meditation room. Its surface is an antique gold, engraved with countless obscure Runes, and inlaid with numerous Magic Gems.
Garrosh knelt devoutly on the ground, praying softly:
"That damned Pandaren dared to deceive me! I sent several scouts to Pandaria long ago, and now the August Celestials are imprisoned on the Timeless Isle, suffering torture day and night."
The mysterious being responded, "Garrosh, what do you intend to do?"
Garrosh grinned, smugly saying, "Great being, as you commanded, the Sacred Bell is finally complete. With the power of the Sha of Pride in my grasp, I no longer need to fear Wrathion. If I can save the August Celestials, they will surely hate Thrall."
The mysterious voice coldly warned, "You're wrong, naive Garrosh. This is the difference between you and Thrall. When you save the snakes, they'll bite you instead."
Garrosh scratched his bald head and grinned cruelly, "I understand. I should kill Thrall and take control of the August Celestials. If they can be Thrall's food, why can't they be mine?"
"This is true wisdom." The mysterious voice paused. "Of course, the August Celestials are not entirely untouchable. Order your August Celestials to reveal Wrathion's weaknesses to them."
Upon hearing that it was Wrathion's weakness, Garrosh immediately perked up his ears.
The mysterious being revealed Wrathion's weaknesses, which Garrosh recorded verbatim. Somewhat surprised, he asked:
"Although I know Wrathion's weaknesses well, why can't I exploit them?"
The mysterious being sighed, "This requires profound magical knowledge, which you unfortunately lack. You're not the only one eyeing Wrathion. If we reveal his weakness to the August Celestials, it will attract the attention of certain individuals, and Wrathion's doom will be nigh."