Not far from Thrall, in an inn, the Infinite Dragonlord Murozond, in human form, was quietly drinking tea with Robbie.
Murozond used magic to eavesdrop on Thrall and Vol'jin's conversation and laughed, "Thrall is all alone. What can he do against Garrosh? The Savior of Azeroth, I think his time is up."
Robbie shook his head and said seriously, "Thrall holds a terrifying power in his hands."
Murozond anxious and waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "Impossible! I am the Infinite Dragonflight who controls time; nothing can be hidden from me."
Robbie looked intently at Murozond and said meaningfully, "You have control over time, but there are some places where time is beyond your control, such as Outland. Thrall's first thought when fleeing was Outland."
"Outland?"
Munozdor pondered for a long time before suddenly realizing, "Thrall was the mastermind behind the Alliance and Horde's attack on the Black Temple back then. Although the nominal leader of Outland is now A'dal the Naaru in Shattrath City, there are still quite a few fel orcs active in Hellfire Peninsula and Shadowmoon Valley."
Robbie nodded slightly and explained, "According to our intelligence, the Pit Lord Magtheridon was rescued by Thrall and has been secretly converting Fel Orcs. Of course, this is not because Magtheridon is grateful to Thrall, but because he is carrying out the Burning Legion's orders. In the Burning Legion's eyes, Thrall has value to them."
Murozond blinked. "Looks like Thrall is going to use his last trump card."
Robbie's gaze drifted towards the Terrace of Terrace of Endless Spring: "After merging with the Ra-den's Heart, Garrosh's fame soared, becoming renowned throughout Azeroth. All races feared his power and had no choice but to submit. If Thrall doesn't resist now, and King Varian leads the Alliance to pledge allegiance to Garrosh, everything will be beyond repair."
A Blood War is inevitable at Terrace of Endless Spring, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, neither Murozond nor Robbie intends to intervene.
Some Pandaren believe there are five seasons in a year.
Huoji's father had five children, named after the five seasons. Unfortunately, the parents and the other four siblings all became food for the Orcs.
When Huoji was young, he learned some martial arts. After the Pandaren became Orcs food, some Pandaren were unwilling to be eaten and became bandits.
Relying on his agility and martial arts prowess, Huoji united some Pandaren and became a powerful force in the Jade Forest, robbing and plundering passing merchants.
Huoji was quite righteous; he never robbed his own kind and would even lend a helping hand to those in need, earning him a reputation as a chivalrous hero.
Warchief Garrosh merged with Y'Shaarj's Heart of Darkness, although Huoji didn't believe the Peace Dove's boasts, such as Garrosh killing Void Lords with a single blow.
In Huoji's view, Garrosh's strength should far exceed that of the August Celestials, and he has done many great things, especially winning the hearts of the people by resisting the Mantid, so he has the intention to join them.
Huoji was somewhat confused at this moment, after all, his family had all cooked Orcs food and he had a deep-seated aversion to Orcs.
In the Jade Forest's Tian Monastery, a peaceful sanctuary in Azeroth, the highly respected Pandaren Zen Master Zhuang sits Zhuang Anjing in meditation beneath a tea tree.
Huoji made a special trip to Tian Monastery to request an audience with the Great Zen Master Zhuang.
Zhuang already knew of Huoji's reputation. Led by the acolyte, Huoji came to the tea tree and sat cross-legged in front of Zhuang.
"Zen Master, I have some doubts in my mind, please enlighten me." Huoji asked respectfully.
Zhuang slowly opened his eyes, his gaze reflecting a wise light:
"Young man, I see the doubt in your heart. You are unsure whether or not to pledge allegiance to Garrosh, and that is why you have come seeking clarification."
Huoji was truly astonished and said admiringly, "Everyone says that Zen Master Zhuang has the ability to Prophet, and seeing it today, I can see that his reputation is well-deserved."
Zhuang smiled and nodded, "The course of time is predetermined. Since the Orcs established Orgrimmar, the Pandaren have suffered many massacres. This is destiny, and the wise should follow it."
Huoji angrily questioned, "Are we Pandaren born to be food for Orcs?"
Zhuang said with a kind expression, "The Orcs are the Saviors of Azeroth. They have saved Azeroth many times, especially Warchief Garrosh. Do you know his true identity?"
Huoji shook his head in confusion, unwilling to accept it, and said, "He was just a lucky Orcs. If I had fused with the Heart of Darkness, I could have done better than him."
Zhuang smiled and said, "Only a few wise people can see the truth clearly. Many years ago, when I first heard the name Garrosh Hellscream, I knew that he was Azeroth itself."
"What?"
Huoji was stunned, as if struck by lightning.
"Zen Master, you're saying Warchief Garrosh is the World Soul of Azeroth? That's impossible. He's an Orcs from Nagrand in Outland, the son of Grom Hellscream."
Zhuang's expression was solemn:
"Destiny's arrangements are so ingenious. Azeroth gave birth to the physical body, while Draenor gave birth to the World Soul. The opening of the Dark Portal and the Orcs' invasion of Azeroth were all for the purpose of returning the World Soul to Azeroth and ultimately merging it with Azeroth. Thrall is Garrosh's nemesis; only by defeating Thrall can Garrosh merge with Azeroth."
Huoji listened attentively. Although he still had doubts, he thought that the Zen master's words could not be wrong, so he believed them.
"Master, thank you for your guidance. I have no more doubts. Since Garrosh is the World Soul of Azeroth, the hatred between my family Orcs is no longer a concern. I will immediately lead my brothers to join the Warchief."
Zhuang waved his hand and said, "Go, child, Destiny awaits you."
After Huoji left, a female acolyte appeared and said with a smile:
"Zen Master, I remember a few years ago when Taran Zhu Master Zhu sought answers to his questions, didn't you tell him that Thrall was the World Soul of Azeroth?"
At that time, Thrall was the Warchief of the Horde, while Garrosh was just an unknown nobody. Zhuang smiled and said, "That's dialectics. The same question can yield different answers depending on who seeks the answer."
The acolyte refused to give up. "Master, which one, Thrall or Garrosh, is the true Azeroth World Soul?"
Zen Master Zhuang said unhurriedly, "They are all, and they are not; perhaps one is, and the other is not."
An answer that leaves no room for error; truly a masterpiece of dialectics.
The female attendant rubbed her forehead, looking troubled. "Master, I'm satisfied with your answer. But I must tell you something: a group of Orcs with blood-red skin and red pupils have stormed into the Tian Monastery."
"What!"
Master Zhuang was greatly startled, his face turning pale with fright. He hurriedly said, "Stop them!"
The female disciple said curiously, "Master, you tell everyone that the Orcs are the Saviors of Azeroth. We shouldn't be ungrateful. The guards have already let the Orcs in; they should be here soon."
Having said that, the female disciple darted into the dense forest.
Zen Master Zhuang struggled to stand up, but because he had been meditating for too long, the muscles in his legs had already atrophied, and he fell to the ground after taking only a few steps.
A noisy commotion arose, and Master Zhuang reluctantly raised his head to see a group of ferocious-looking Orcs. Unlike the Orcs of Garrosh, these Orcs were even more savage.
One of the Fel Orcs glanced at Master Zhuang with suspicion, grabbed his shoulders, and bit off his neck. The other Fel Orcs also pounced over, tearing at Master Zhuang's flesh.