Garrosh knew his limitations; he was no match for Jaina in terms of cunning. Fortunately, he arrived late and had a heart that refused to give up.
"There must be a way." Garrosh's eyes darted around as he asked, "Black-Robed Man who brought us here?"
"The Black-Robed Man?" Jaina pondered for a moment before understanding, "You mean that tall, muscular Pandaren? I guess he's an ancient Pandaren from the Shaohao era, possibly the original Emperor Shaohao. We've been sent here for endless cycles of rebirth, which must be the highest level of Pandaren martial arts— the Unity of Heaven and Humanity."
Garrosh suddenly realized what was going on and asked, "Since this person has mastered the Unity of Heaven and Humanity, why doesn't he just rescue the Pandaren himself, instead of relying on us?"
Jaina snorted, "The rapid growth of the Pandaren in the Vale of Eternal Blossoms is something that Taran Zhu, that idiot, can't do. I bet it's the work of Elune. Although the Black-Robed Man has mastered the Way of Unity of Heaven and Humanity, he's nothing more than a slightly larger ant in front of Elune, which is why he doesn't dare to show himself."
Inspired, Garrosh exclaimed with delight, "If we pray to Elune, we'll surely be able to escape!"
Jaina sneered, "Wake up! Before Elune, aren't we just ants?"
Garrosh sat on the ground, gripping his hair tightly, and tentatively asked, "Were you behind the previous rebellion?"
Jaina hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said:
"I used the Holy Light Edict on the rebels, but unfortunately, apart from Jiyun Fengzi, everyone else was sent to the Slaughterhouse. Now I'm just an ordinary Pandaren farmer, Jiyun Fengzi, whom I can't even see."
Garrosh, at his wit's end, paced back and forth in the thatched hut, trying to console himself. "There must be a way, there must be a way."
Jaina pouted. "I advise you to go back and get some rest. You have a lot of work to do tomorrow."
Garrosh suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up, and he whispered:
"Among us Orcs, there is an ancient tradition: if there is a famine and food is scarce, most Orcs will starve to death. The chieftain will gather all the food together and burn it. Only when the Orcs are desperate can they unite and bravely attack the nearest village. It is in their most desperate moments that Orcs can unleash their most terrifying fighting power."
Inspired, Jaina hesitated before asking, "You mean to starve the Orcs of the Vale of Eternal Blossoms?"
Garrosh nodded, and said sinisterly, "Hunger is a terrible weapon; it can arm cowards. I've observed those overseers; though cruel and ruthless, they are actually the most incompetent. The granaries are poorly guarded; there aren't even any patrols. Jaina, can you still use magic?"
Jaina glanced warily at Garrosh, then thought for a moment and said:
"Some simple spells are fine, like Fireball."
Garrosh laughed, "That's good. I'll take you to the granary. Anyway, we can resurrect after death. This operation is a fight to the death, so we must set all the granaries in the Vale of Vale of Eternal Blossoms ablaze."
The two agreed on a meeting place after their next resurrection and headed towards the Vale of Eternal Blossoms granary under the cover of night.
Under the overseer's whip, the Pandaren of the Valley of Vale of Eternal Blossoms worked incredibly hard. Their daily food allowance was barely enough to sustain them, and the saved grain piled up like mountains, filling more than a hundred granaries, much of which had gone moldy.
Although most spells were unusable, Jaina's spellcasting skills remained, and she used delayed burst Fireballs, planting them undetected into the granary.
Around three or four in the morning, when people are sleeping most soundly, more than a hundred granaries simultaneously caught fire, flames shooting into the sky and reddening the horizon.
The Pandaren were jolted awake from their sleep into chaos. A few overseers stepped forward, wielding whips to direct the firefighting efforts. However, the fire spread rapidly, thick smoke billowed, and lacking firefighting equipment, they could only watch helplessly as the granaries burned ever brighter.
Jiyun Fengzi awoke with a start from her sleep and learned that all the granaries were on fire. Knowing that all was lost, she couldn't bother directing the firefighting efforts and instead tried to escape.
This young Pandaren was quite capable; he simply disappeared and was never seen again.
Without a leader, the Pandaren of the Vale of Eternal Blossoms were engulfed in flames that burned for three days and three nights. When hunger struck, all the Pandaren were stunned.
In this most desperate moment, a Pandaren suggested breaking out of the Vale of Vale of Eternal Blossoms to fend for themselves, which was met with a response from the crowd. They picked up tools such as hoes and sickles, preparing for a desperate battle against the New Lightforged Orcs blocking the pass through the Vale of Eternal Blossoms.
After Sylvanas inherited the position of Warchief, she saw Taran Zhu, who had fainted from hunger, at the entrance of the Warchief's tent.
Compared to the cruel Garrosh, Sylvanas had no interest in eating the Pandaren and ordered Taran Zhu to be imprisoned.
When news of the chaos in the Vale of Eternal Blossoms arrived, Sylvanas immediately thought of Master Zhu.
After suffering endless torment, Taran Zhu finally had some good luck. First, he took a hot bath, trimmed his messy hair and beard, and changed into clean clothes. Led by the guards, he arrived at the chieftain's tent, knelt down with a thud, and buried his head deep in the soil.
Taran Zhu had already learned from the jailers that Sylvanas had replaced Garrosh, but she dared not look the Dark Lady in the face.
"Master Zhu, are you aware of what happened at Vale of Eternal Blossoms?"
Taran Zhu replied respectfully, "Your Majesty, I understand."
Sylvanas asked expressionlessly, "Do you have a solution?"
Taran Zhu said cautiously, "We can make an example of him. As long as we kill Jiyun Fengzi and put all the blame on him, we can quell the Pandaren's anger."
"That's a good idea, but unfortunately, that Jiyun Fengzi is gone."
Taran Zhu chuckled and said, "Just find someone who looks exactly like them."
"And then, how do you solve the Pandaren's food problem?" Sylvanas asked curiously.
Taran Zhu said confidently, "If half of the Pandaren commit suicide, the other Pandaren will be able to eat their fill for the time being. To be fair, I will use a lottery system. This way, the natural opposition between those who draw the death lot and those who draw the life lot will successfully shift the conflict. The Pandaren are the most cowardly and incompetent race I have ever seen. They would never dare to resist."
Sylvanas nodded. "Very good. If you succeed, you will once again become the leader of the Pandaren in the Vale of Eternal Blossoms."
Upon learning that Taran Zhu had returned to the Vale of Eternal Blossoms, the Pandaren halted their adventures and temporarily put down their hoes and sickles to observe.
The former leader still wields considerable influence, perhaps even more so than before.
Whenever people were dissatisfied with Jiyun Fengzi, they would start to miss Taran Zhu, saying that if Master Zhu were still here, things wouldn't be like this.
As expected, Master Zhu acted swiftly and decisively, publicly executing the culprit, "Jiyun Fengzi."
After that, Taran Zhu started a lottery for all citizens, and those who drew a death lot had to go to the Slaughterhouse.
Interestingly, Taran Zhu's decision received unanimous support, although there were quite a few who opposed it, but unfortunately, they were no longer able to voice their opinions.
Garrosh and Jaina, who were mixed in with the crowd, were dumbfounded. The Pandaren's resilience and endurance were beyond imagination, far surpassing that of the Orcs.
Garrosh plopped down on the ground with a bitter smile, his confidence finally wavering.
"What should we do?" He was almost in despair.