Jaina's forehead was covered in sweat as she cast Divine Shield to protect herself and activated Hearthstone.
A strange thing happened: Divine Shield quickly went out, and the Hearthstone turned into a colorful venomous snake. Jaina screamed and hurriedly threw it away.
"What kind of terrifying magic is this?"
Jaina's heart pounded with fear. The mist from the center of the cave slowly drifted over, and a force invaded her body, causing a tearing sensation.
"Tell me, why do you smell like Pandaren? What did you do to them?" the hoarse voice demanded.
Despite the excruciating pain, Jaina's mind raced, and she said ingratiatingly:
"I don't know which senior you are. Please forgive me if I have offended you. I know several Pandaren heroes, so I have their signature style."
"Your will is incredibly strong. Not only did you not lose your way in the excruciating pain, but you can also utter lies without batting an eye." The hoarse voice said coldly, "Unfortunately, you can't fool me. I smell the endless stench of blood, I see countless mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Your hands are stained with the blood of countless people. Terrible woman, tell me, what have you done to the Pandaren?"
Jaina's thoughts began to wander, and she asked, "No, you've misunderstood me. I'm very good friends with the Pandaren?"
The voice was filled with rage, roaring:
"You still want to lie to me? Braised, steamed, grilled, boiled—you treat Pandaren like food? Have the Pandaren fallen this low while I was away?"
A tall figure emerged from the mist, appearing from afar like a Mogu, but as the mist dissipated, it became clear that it was a Pandaren.
Unlike the chubby, round Pandaren we know today, this Pandaren is as tall as the Mogu, without a belly, and his whole body is made of strong muscles with sharp fangs.
Jaina's eyes widened in surprise as she protested, "Please let me explain, it's not what you think."
The muscular Pandaren waved his hand sharply. "No need to explain, just look at yourself."
Jaina then realized that the pain had disappeared, and her body felt unusually heavy. She looked at her hands, and her slender palms had turned into furry claws. In a panic, she conjured an ice mirror.
"Oh my god, monster, this isn't me!"
Jaina burst into tears, and she transformed into a female Pandaren.
The female Pandaren of Pandaria are known for their cuteness and charm, but Jaina in the mirror has a ferocious face with twisted and hideous features, resembling a terrifying Demons that could frighten even adults to tears when she walks down the street.
The muscular Pandaren looked down at Jaina and said coldly:
"Your face reflects your heart. Your appearance has already told me that your heart is more wicked than the most terrible Demons, utterly devoid of humanity."
Jaina didn't give up. With a pitiful look, she pleaded, "I was forced into this situation. I didn't want it to be like this."
The muscular Pandaren snorted coldly:
"Do you still want to explain? Those you insulted, those you betrayed, to whom can they tell their grievances? The blood on your hands is enough to stain the Eternal Sea red."
The muscular Pandaren picked up Jaina, enveloped her in mist, and vanished mysteriously. The next instant, the two appeared in the sky above the Vale of Eternal Blossoms in Pandaria.
Jaina is highly skilled in teleportation magic, but the teleportation spell used by the muscular Pandaren showed absolutely no magical fluctuations, which is truly incomprehensible.
Floating above the Vale of Vale of Eternal Blossoms, the muscular Pandaren's gaze swept across Pandaria, and he understood the Pandaren's predicament, trembling with rage.
"I thought the Pandaren's enemies were the Mantid or the Mogu, but it turns out they fell victim to their own folly. Woman, if you don't want to be food forever, save yourself and the Pandaren race."
The muscular Pandaren removed the Spellstealer Wyrm from Jaina's body and teleported her to the Pandaren enclosure in the Vale of Vale of Eternal Blossoms.
A ferocious-looking Pandaren has appeared at the enclosure. Due to the chaotic management, no one has noticed that she is an outsider.
Jaina hid in a corner, cautiously observing the Pandaren farmers working hard in the fields.
After losing the Spellstealer Wyrm, Jaina magical aptitude was extremely poor, lost almost all of her mana. Although Mastery countless profound spells, she could not cast them, and her strength was not even as good as that of a junior magic apprentice in Dalaran.
Jaina resolved that she had to find a way to escape.
"Hey, you ugly thing, get to work! No work, no food!"
A foreman threw a hoe at Jaina.
Taran Zhu divided the Pandaren of the Vale of Eternal Blossoms into three classes, with farmers and gatherers at the bottom. Later, Jaina joined as an overseer, using Pandaren to supervise the Pandaren.
Of course, the overseers couldn't escape being Destiny either, but they enjoyed torturing their own kind and never tired of it.
Jaina hesitated for a moment, then the overseer flew into a rage, raised his whip and lashed Jaina mercilessly, tearing her skin and making her cry out in pain and beg for mercy.
The foreman finally stopped when he was tired, cursing, "You ungrateful ugly thing, there's no need to treat you. You're lucky, we just happen to need a batch of Pandaren today."
Jaina understood her Destiny as Pandaren, and was actually somewhat relieved, knowing that as long as she could break free from the constraints of her physical body, she could escape as a spirit of the Holy Light.
As the saying goes, a cunning rabbit has three burrows, Azeroth has many secret bases storing a large number of Spellstealer Wyrm and high-quality bodies. Pandaria happens to have one.
With her eyes closed, Jaina simply ignored everything. The Pandaren overseer lifted Jaina up, threw her onto a large cart, and sent her to the Slaughterhouse.
Unfortunately, Jaina was too ugly. The Pandaren Butcher was so horrified when he saw her that he pushed her directly into the incinerator.
I'm free.
Jaina opened her eyes and found herself still a Pandaren, only not as ugly as before.
"Arise, you worthless wretch! No one who does not work shall eat!" Another overseer approached, his bloodied whip stained with bits of flesh.
Jaina quickly grabbed a hoe and started working, while the overseer, exhausted, went to rest.
"Is this an endless cycle?"
Jaina was filled with misery, never expecting to become a miserable Pandaren, not only having to work hard to support herself, but also having to be eaten.
The next day, Jaina was beaten to the point of near death by an overseer for no apparent reason and sent to the Slaughterhouse again. This time, the Butcher did not despise her.
Upon waking for the third time, Jaina was still a female Pandaren, confirming that this was an endless cycle.
It's impossible to escape the Vale of Eternal Blossoms with our current meager strength. Do we really have to do as the muscle-bound Pandaren instructed and try to change the Destiny of the Pandaren race all by ourselves?
How could she, a mere lowly farmer, possibly accomplish that?
Jaina was plunged into despair.
After being sent to the Slaughterhouse for the fourth time, one night, a female Pandaren secretly found her.
"We are the Peace Dove, would you be interested in joining us?"
"Peace Doves are actually in the Pandaren's enclosure?"
Jaina thought to herself, "How come I didn't know?" and, with a "let's give it a try" attitude, said:
"I do."
The female Pandaren led Jaina to a hut where many farmers were gathered, and their leader turned out to be a foreman.
The overseer glanced at Jaina and said:
"With new members joining us today, I reiterate the laws of the Peace Dove: let us unite in service to the great Queen Jaina and fight against the Evil Taran Zhu."