"Zouchin Village is just ahead." Old Chen gazed out across the sea, wondering how things in Pandaria had changed during this time.
The ships of the Alliance, Horde, and Covenant, together with the floating city overhead, headed toward Zouchin Beach in a mighty procession. The Pandaren of Zouchin Village, however, did not consider this a good thing. Thinking of the Zandalari Troll fleet that had landed northeast of the village earlier, Elder Zhu said worriedly from the shore, "I hope they aren't friends of those Zandalari."
The chief of Zouchin Village was unconcerned. As the fleet drew closer, he saw what appeared to be one of their own standing at the bow. "Look at the one in front. Doesn't he look like one of us?"
Elder Zhu took a closer look. There was indeed some resemblance. "If he is one of us, our situation will be much better."
Unable to withstand the Zandalari Trolls' offensive, Zouchin Village could only rely on its advantageous terrain to continually harass them.
The scouts switched to a fast boat and reached Zouchin Village ahead of the others with Old Chen. Once they explained the situation in detail, the main force and the floating city began slowly entering Zouchin Village.
Patrick instantly teleported to the ground. Standing outside the village, he surveyed the sheer cliffs beside Zouchin Village and the lush grass underfoot. Pandaria had been completely unaffected by the natural disasters.
In his memories, the Cataclysm unleashed by Deathwing had brought countless disasters upon Azeroth. Elementals ran rampant, natural disasters raged, and calamities of every kind swept across the world. Plummeting food production threatened the entire world.
The drought in the Barrens, the flooding in Thousand Needles, the tsunami in Stormwind City, and so on-the harsh living conditions forced people into a frenzied struggle