"Yes, Grandpa."
Jiyun Tafeng's young face inevitably showed some nervousness. Among the younger generation of the Jiyun Clan, his strength was at the bottom. If it weren't for the support of his highly respected grandfather, he probably would have given up the path of Monk long ago and become a happy Chef.
Grandpa waved his hand, Jiyun Tafeng, walked into the ruins of Vermilion Bird Temple.
The ruins are filled with vengeful spirits; if Pandaren's soul is tainted by the power of the Sha, it will remain in this world for a long time.
Jiyun Tafeng didn't care about the wronged spirits; in the secluded places of the Jiyun clan, there were such wronged spirits almost everywhere.
Jiyun Tafeng's biggest fear is encountering living people, especially ferocious Orcs, who are his nightmares.
When the Pandaren cry and misbehave, the elders only need to say "The Orcs are coming" to stop their crying.
After walking back and forth through the ruins of Vermilion Bird Temple, Jiyun Tafeng prepared to return. This was just a coming-of-age ceremony and wasn't particularly difficult.
With a thud.
Something fell to the ground. Jiyun Tafeng saw a wriggling figure, its body enormous and its muscles grotesque.
It was an Orcs.
Jiyun Tafeng was terrified and instinctively wanted to run away, but then he became suspicious. How could an Orcs appear out of nowhere?
The Orcs looked as if it had fallen from the sky; looking up, all it could see was a dark sky, with no cliffs or anything like that.
"Could this be a test from Grandpa?"
Jiyun Tafeng muttered to himself, feeling less afraid with his grandfather watching over him, and cautiously approached the Orcs.
Garrosh got up and saw only ruins. He broke out in a cold sweat. Fortunately, he didn't see a large group of refugees, only a young Pandaren carrying a torch.
"Where is this place?" Garrosh asked.
Jiyun Tafeng thought to himself: It really is Grandpa's test. It was probably sent in a bag, otherwise how could he not know where he is?
"This is Vermilion Bird Temple, I'm not afraid of you." Jiyun Tafeng emboldened himself.
Garrosh nodded, feeling hungry, and called out, "Come here, young Pandaren, you are my dinner tonight, it's your honor."
"Who will be whose dinner is still uncertain." Jiyun Tafeng assumed a fighting stance, ready for battle.
Garrosh laughed heartily, "A mere Pandaren dares to challenge the great Horde of the Warchief?"
Jiyun Tafeng shook his head and said, "You are not the Warchief. Garrosh, the Warchief of the Horde, is 14,000 meters tall and could destroy Pandaria with a single finger."
What is all this nonsense?!
The media in Azeroth loved to describe Garrosh in exaggerated ways, and the young Pandaren believed it to be true.
Garrosh didn't bother to explain, and opened his palm to grab at Jiyun Tafeng.
Jiyun Tafeng nimbly dodged, then kicked Garrosh in the back of the knee.
Facing the Orcs for the first time, Jiyun Tafeng was very nervous. Fortunately, his first attack hit, and Garrosh's right leg bent, causing him to kneel on one knee, which gave Jiyun Tafeng confidence.
Jiyun Tafeng was secretly delighted and punched Garrosh in the head.
Garrosh raised his arm to parry, the impact causing Jiyun Tafeng's arm to go slightly numb, and he thought to himself that this Orcs was incredibly strong.
"Pandaren, you have enraged me." Garrosh entered a berserk state, his eyes bloodshot, and pounced on Jiyun Tafeng.
For a fleeting moment, Jiyun Tafeng was intimidated by Garrosh's ferocious appearance, his mind filled with fear. But he quickly recovered and hurriedly Cloud Serpent Kick, leaping far away in an instant.
Jiyun Tafeng was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat and just wanted to run away without looking back. He could hear the footsteps behind him, which seemed to be getting farther and farther away.
Mustering his courage, he looked back. Although Garrosh was baring his teeth and showing his ferocious nature, he wasn't moving very fast.
The ruins of Vermilion Bird Temple were filled with collapsed houses, broken walls, and uneven roads. Garrosh was not Monk and did not know any light-footed skills, so he could only stumble and fall behind.
Jiyun Tafeng felt a little relieved and used his lightness skill to circle around Garrosh.
Before long, Garrosh's berserk state subsided, and he was exhausted, panting heavily.
Seeing an opportunity, Jiyun Tafeng kicked out, and Garrosh raised his arms to parry.
Having just gone through a berserk state, Garrosh's strength and reflexes were insufficient. Jiyun Tafeng, punched Garrosh in the chin.
Garrosh dodged, but it was just a feint. Jiyun Tafeng changed his fist into a palm and slapped Garrosh hard across the face.
"You little Pandaren, how dare you slap me in the face?"
Garrosh was furious and reached out to grab Jiyun Tafeng's wrist.
Jiyun Tafeng withdrew his wrist nimbly, took a deep breath, and unleashed Fists of Fury, his fists raining down like a storm on Garrosh's face.
Garrosh was powerless to resist and was quickly beaten until his face was swollen shut, his eyes so swollen that he could no longer see.
Jiyun Tafeng grew stronger with each battle, unleashing Tiger Fist, Blackout Kick, Sweeping Leg, Rising Sun Kick, leaving Garrosh unable to defend himself, covered in wounds, as if his body had fallen apart.
Garrosh was secretly alarmed. How could he have encountered such a young master? If he was seriously injured, he would probably be teleported back to the Throne Room.
In truth, there are many skilled martial artists among the Pandaren, but they are initially hesitant when facing Orcs. They fear injuring Orcs and being blamed by their own people, so they become timid and lose some of their fighting spirit. They can't even muster a fraction of their strength, so how can they not be defeated?
Jiyun Tafeng, a newcomer to the world of martial arts, was pure of heart and had few worries.
"Stop hitting me! Spare me! I surrender!"
Garrosh knelt down and begged for mercy without the slightest psychological pressure. Those who can achieve great things must be able to bend and stretch, possessing extraordinary resilience.
Jiyun Tafeng Feng pondered to himself: He had long heard that Orcs were exceptionally brave and would never surrender. This Orcs was such a coward, and he was even more certain that his grandfather had sent him to test him. If he couldn't even kill this weak Orcs, how could he face his grandfather?
With that thought in mind, Jiyun Tafeng made up his mind and said, "Tonight, you are my prey."
Having said that, Jiyun Tafeng threw a punch at Garrosh.
In the Throne Room, Thrall was barely managing to fend off Vol'jin's attacks, his heart filled with bitterness.
In front of everyone, Thrall cannot win, but he cannot lose either.
Bang!
Garrosh fell from the sky again, Thrall cried out, "Vol'jin, stop! It's Garrosh!"
Vol'jin stopped attacking as expected, Thrall saw another opportunity. This time, he didn't want to miss it, so he quickly walked towards Garrosh, carrying the Doomhammer.
"Garrosh, you have not disappointed me. Go and meet your lowly father!"
Having said that, Thrall raised the Doomhammer, ready to end Garrosh's life.
At this moment, Robbie, Vanessa, and the Infinite Dragonlord Murozond secretly watched from the sidelines, witnessing this important historical moment.
According to the original history, it should have been King Varian who stepped forward to stop Thrall from killing Garrosh.
However, because Varian's fleet was trapped at sea by Robbie for many days, preventing Varian from becoming Garrosh's prisoner, there was no behind-the-scenes deal between the two.
As Varian weighed the gains and losses, he suddenly realized that this war, like before, had brought the Kingdom of Stormwind no gains whatsoever. Instead, they had lost soldiers, troops, and provisions—it was far too unprofitable, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of regret.
Varian wouldn't care if Thrall killed Garrosh.
Bang!
The Doomhammer fell, but struck a dazzling golden Holy Light.