The next morning, the Jinyu brought breakfast: a plate of cheese and fruit, plus a golden-brown roasted marinated yellow croaker. For ordinary people, this would be a decent meal, but for the high and Warchief, it was a blatant insult.
Garrosh was enraged. He grabbed the Jinyu brought him breakfast, bit off his neck, and tore flesh apart.
The Jinyu were thrown into chaos, and someone reported Garrosh's evil deeds to Elder Jinxiu.
Elder Jinxiu trembled with fear. Although Garrosh had been defeated in the Vale of Eternal Blossoms, Pandaria still had 500,000 Orcs. Jinxiu dared not do anything to Garrosh, and muttered a complaint in a low voice:
"Didn't I instruct you to treat the Horde's Warchief with the highest honors? Now that this has happened, what can I do?"
The subordinate was terrified and complained:
"Elder, when did you ever say that? Besides, the food we provide for the Warchief is already of the highest standard. When the Grand Empress Shek'zeer visited, she ate the same food."
Elder Jinxiu glared coldly. "Can Shek'zeer compare to Warchief Garrosh? One is an ant on the ground, the other is the Savior of Azeroth, a lofty Cloud Serpent. Go and ask the Warchief what he wants. We must satisfy him no matter what, and our attitude must be respectful."
The subordinate accepted the order and left. Not long after, another subordinate reported to the Grand Elder, saying nervously:
"Our men have had their throats bitten off by Garrosh again. The Warchief has ordered that he must eat four Tauren in one meal. This is the Warchief 'Horde rule, and it must not be broken. We don't have Tauren, so we've made an exception and are using Jinyu instead. One will be steamed, one braised, one stewed in oil, and the last one will be made into soup. They must be young, strong, and have tender, delicious Jinyu."
Elder Jinxiu gritted her teeth, hesitated for a long time, and then waved her hand, saying, "Fine, for the sake of Azeroth, for the sake of Pandaria, for the future of the Jinyu, let's grant the Warchief's request."
Garrosh nodded in satisfaction; most of the four Jinyu remained on the table.
Compared to the Tauren, the Jinyu is less chewy, but its meat is tender and delicious, making it softer to eat.
As expected, like other races in Azeroth, the Jinyu were a bunch of cowardly bullies who preyed on the weak. They couldn't stand Garrosh getting angry even slightly.
Soon, something happened that displeased Garrosh. Before he could take any action, he learned that Thrall had also received an invitation from Elder Jinxiu.
Garrosh was so anxious his eyes turned red. If Thrall got the Heart of Darkness, Garrosh's time as Warchief would be over, and he'd better go back to Nagrand to farm as soon as possible.
Garrosh hastily grabbed Gorehowl and, ignoring the Jinyu to stop him, charged toward the central hall of the Qionghua Palace.
Unfortunately, Garrosh arrived too late. Elder Jinxiu had summoned a nine-headed monster to Guards the central hall. Thrall was talking with Elder Jinxiu, with Vol'jin following behind.
Jinxiu's attitude was extremely respectful, as if Thrall were a destined person, which filled Garrosh with rage.
Upon seeing Garrosh, Thrall grinned an ugly smile, "Garrosh, so you're here. What's this? As the Warchief of the Horde, you've been defeated by a bunch of useless Pandaren? I remember Pandaren are just food. Defeated by food? If I were you, I'd just kill myself."
Garrosh snorted coldly and brandished Gorehowl:
"Thrall, if you're not satisfied, let's fight according to Orcs rules until one of us is dead, and see who the true warrior is."
Thrall smiled smugly, "Not only will I fight you, but I will also devour you piece by piece, and finally twist off your head to make a chamber pot. But not now. After I merge with Y'Shaarj's Heart of Darkness, killing you will be as easy as crushing an ant."
The attempt to provoke Thrall failed. Thrall was not easily fooled. Garrosh was in a panic and could only watch helplessly as Thrall walked towards the seal of the Heart of Darkness.
Thrall, with an expression of absolute certainty, strode towards the Heart of Darkness.
Just as he approached the seal, he felt a surge of blood energy engulf him, Thrall mind buzzed, filled only with a yearning for power.
In a daze, he sat on his high throne, looking down at the world with an air of arrogance and dominance, while Garrosh knelt prostrate before him, licking his toes.
"Garrosh, you are a piece of trash just like your father. You want to beg for my forgiveness? Sorry, I've already sentenced you to death. I will extract your soul and turn it into a weak Forsaken, to remain forever in the Undercity."
Thrall roared and gesticulated wildly, as if he had gone mad, his eyes unfocused, unable to move forward any further.
Elder Jinxiu rubbed her eyes, confirming that Thrall couldn't move an inch further. She seemed to have lost her soul, muttering, "This is impossible. The Flowing Water won't lie to me."
Garrosh wasn't the chosen one, nor was Thrall the Savior, so what Orcs was qualified to inherit that position?
The elder clutched his head, tearing at the fins on his head with all his might. "This isn't real, this absolutely isn't real, something must have gone wrong."
Seeing that Thrall was also in such a sorry state, Garrosh breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes darting around.
"Elder, wake up! Thrall is dying!" A Jinyu grabbed the Elder and shook him violently.
Grand Elder Jinxiu finally came to her senses. At this moment, Thrall was gradually losing himself and sinking into depravity, drooling from the corner of his mouth and letting out a silly chuckle.
Thrall, renowned as the Savior of Azeroth, could not die in the Qionghua Palace. The Grand Elder once again used the power of Flowing Water to pull Thrall back.
After a long while, Thrall finally regained his senses, jumped up, and exclaimed, "I've already merged with the Heart of Darkness?"
Vol'jin shook his head, and Elder Jinxiu said regretfully, "I'm sorry, Savior, you have failed."
"What?! How could I possibly fail?" Thrall grabbed Jinxiu's collar, opened his blood-red maw, and shouted, "Apart from the noble Orcs, Azeroth is a bunch of useless trash! How could the great Savior not be the chosen one? Who else is qualified? Step forward!"
Before Thrall could finish speaking, a Pandaren charged out, followed by a large group of Jinyu guards, all shouting, "Stop him!"
This Pandaren was none other than Taran Zhu, the leader of the Shado-Pan Sect.
It turned out that after Garrosh entered Qionghua Palace, the less than five hundred surviving Kor'kron elites also became honored guests of the Qionghua Palace. Only Taran Zhu, the Orcs prisoner, was imprisoned in the Qionghua Palace's dungeon.
The next day, Taran Zhu awoke from his coma, unaware of his surroundings. The Jinyu bound Taran Zhu's limbs with animal sinews, but unfortunately, they were completely unaware of the Shado-Pan leader's strength.
Taran Zhu used the Collarbone-Locking Technique to easily break free of his restraints. The Jinyu had probably forgotten about him and easily escaped from the prison.
Unfortunately, this was Qionghua Palace, located deep within Qionghua Lake. Taran Zhu searched everywhere but couldn't find an exit to the shore. Hungry, she had no choice but to sneak into the kitchen to find something to eat.
After eating a few pieces of cheese and a grilled fish, Taran Zhu, indulging in wine, went to find more to drink. Inadvertently, she encountered a Jinyu, disturbing the guards of the Qionghua Palace.
Taran Zhu panicked and rushed straight into the seal, avoiding the terrifying nine-headed monster.