Horde Warchief personally led Garrosh army of 100,000 men on a massive invasion of Pandaria.
In fact, Garrosh's army was already prepared, just waiting to forge the Sacred Bell.
When the news reached the Timeless Isle, Thrall turned pale with fright and hurriedly sought advice from Wrathion.
Through the strong liquor of Chen Feng, Rásio Bizar received the news earlier. He sat calmly in his chair with a smile and asked slowly:
"Thrall, as a wise man, you must first learn to remain calm. The most desperate moment has not yet arrived. Use your intelligence; perhaps you can find a solution."
Thrall pleaded in a low voice:
"My lord, Garrosh is just an Orcs, a good-for-nothing like his father, with very average strength. If you were to personally take action, killing him would be a piece of cake."
Wrathion smiled and shook his head:
"Don't even mention Garrosh; I could wipe out his entire army of 100,000 in an instant. But that would take away the fun, Thrall. You need to learn to rely on yourself."
Thrall, with a pained expression, pondered for a long time, then suddenly his eyes lit up:
"I heard that the Alliance has already landed in the Krasarang Wilds and established a base."
Wrathion remained unfazed and calmly encouraged Thrall, "Continue."
Thrall's brows were furrowed, which made his face look even more ferocious.
"Varian is clearly here for Prince Anduin and won't clash with Garrosh. If we can instigate a war between Varian and Garrosh, our crisis will be resolved. Perhaps I can discuss this with Jaina. By the way, Prince Anduin."
Wrathion raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "What do you intend to do with our poor Prince?"
Thrall said slyly, "Anduin threatened Varian's rule, which is why the Alliance has invaded Pandaria. If I can reach a private deal with King Varian and agree to hand Prince Anduin over to him, then there is a possibility of reconciliation between us."
Wrathion clapped his hands and praised, "Excellent, you've found the key to the problem."
Thrall continued, "All we need now is for Jaina to mediate. Varian, unless he's stupid, will cooperate with us, unless he wants to be swallowed up by Garrosh."
Wrathion picked up his teacup, waved his hand, and said, "A flawless plan, why don't we get moving?"
After arriving on the Timeless Isle, Anduin built a hut by the sea, far from the Orcs camp.
Anduin to avoid encountering Orcs; the Power of the Holy Light can protect him.
That afternoon, Anduin was fishing by the lake, sensing the Power of the Holy Light.
Suddenly, the Holy Light within him melted away like ice and snow. Anduin frowned and quickly turned around, only to see Thrall walking towards him with two Orcs.
Thrall grinned maliciously and said coldly:
"Anduin, it seems you're living a very leisurely life. Do you know that Garrosh is leading an army of 100,000 to attack Pandaria? Azeroth is in imminent danger."
Sensing Thrall's hostility, Anduin asked warily, "Thrall, what do you want?"
Thrall chuckled and suddenly struck, delivering a powerful punch to Anduin's face, sending him flying and crashing heavily onto the beach.
Thrall, stepping on Anduin's head, said viciously:
"Prince Highness, in order to reconcile with King Varian, we have no choice but to lend you this opportunity. All of this is for the sake of saving Azeroth, and you should feel extremely honored."
They bound Anduin tightly and ordered dozens of Orcs to guard him day and night.
Thrall felt a headache coming on at the thought of having to negotiate with Jaina. He could only approach Wrathion again and plead, "My lord, Jaina, relying on the support of the two Guardians, has become increasingly arrogant and domineering, looking down on everyone. I'm very worried that she will side with Garrosh."
Wrathion smiled faintly, "Alright, Thrall, I'll help you this once and go to Theramore with you."
After Wrathion and Thrall left, the soldiers stopped torturing the August Celestials because the Orcs had plenty of food. Madam Goya happened to be passing by the Coliseum when she overheard Chi-Ji whispering:
"Madam Goya, would you mind coming for a chat?"
Seeing that no one was around, Madam Goya stopped and said sarcastically, "What, do the noble August Celestials have anything to teach me? Should I kneel on the ground and listen to the teachings of the gods?"
After being subjected to this grueling torture day and night, the August Celestials were on the verge of death. Although they had reached the state of oneness with the Unity of Heaven and Humanity, this torment could cause them to suffer a mental breakdown at any moment.
The Chi-Ji said listlessly, "Madam, for the sake of Pandaria, we beg for your help."
Madam Goya chuckled coldly:
"Honorable August Celestials, where were you when the Pandaren were devoured by the Orcs? When the five great martial arts holy lands joined forces in rebellion, who was supporting the Golden Lotus behind the scenes? Now it's your turn to be food for the Orcs, why not enjoy this great glory for Azeroth?"
Chi-Ji sighed helplessly, "Perhaps our choice is wrong. In our view, the Pandaren have a strong reproductive ability, and once we overcome the current difficulties, they can once again cover the land. Our lifespan is almost infinite, and we cannot afford to lose anything, so we can only compromise for now."
Madam Goya laughed sarcastically, "Yes, in the eyes of the noble gods, we are nothing but lowly food."
Chi-Ji Spirit said weakly, "We were wrong before. We just wanted to remind you to be wary of Wrathion. If he succeeds, no living being in Pandaria will survive."
Madam Goya shrugged and said, "It doesn't matter. I've wanted to leave this land for a long time. Where you are, there's a stench."
Chi-Ji forced a smile and said, "Madam, you are a wise woman. This argument is pointless. I want to tell you about Wrathion's weakness, which I'm sure you've already noticed. He's not particularly strong; his only strength lies in his incredibly mysterious teleportation magic, allowing him to come and go as he pleases."
Madam Goya narrowed her eyes and said, "You're trying to sow discord? What a pointless trick."
Chi-Ji smiled bitterly:
"We've learned of Wrathion's weakness, but we don't know who to tell. Let me tell you: Wrathion's teleportation spell isn't mysterious; it's just Shaman's Astral Recall."
Astral teleportation is a spell invented by Draenei shamans that uses the power of warped space to teleport. It once helped the Draenei escape the Burning Legion's pursuit and was later taught to the orcs.
Madam Goya laughed out loud:
"Although I know nothing about magic, I do know that Astral Recall is just ordinary magic and can be easily interfered with. Even Jaina couldn't do anything about Wrathion's teleportation spell."
Chi-Ji shook his head and said, "Wrathion only used a small trick, keeping a few passages in reserve at any time. The completed magic cannot be interfered with, but as long as all the spatial passages are blocked, Wrathion will not be able to escape."
Just like magic, some truths are immediately clear, and Madam Goya suddenly understood:
"So that's how it is. The August Celestials, you're really cunning. You're trying to drag me down with you. If Wrathion finds out, I'm afraid my life will be in danger."
Chi-Ji paused for a moment, then said with a wronged expression:
"No, madam, we didn't mean that. You are just a woman, Wrathion's magic that imprisoned us is very sophisticated; you can't help us."
Madam Goya, with an indifferent attitude, looked up at the sky and said:
"Even if you tell Wrathion, so what? I've long since become indifferent to life and death. The August Celestials, you've at least done one right thing."