Invasion

As mentioned earlier, before the last emperor of the Pandaren, Shaohao, sealed away the Sha and transformed himself into the mist that shrouded Pandaria, he dissolved his empire, granting the Pandaren local autonomy.

However, Shaohao still left behind some official organizations.

First and foremost, the most important was undoubtedly the Shado-Pan, a violent organization responsible for guarding the Sha, maintaining border security, and eliminating any potential threats to the Pandaren.

Then there was the Golden Lotus, a civil official faction responsible for handling affairs that individual villages couldn't resolve, formulating decisions to guide the Pandaren's development.

The Lorewalkers, to which Chou-Cho belonged, were also an official organization, formed after the Pandaren overthrew the Mogu's rule in a revolution. A Pandaren named Song traveled the land, spreading the legends and teachings of the deceased rebel leader, Kang, and urging those he met along the way to discover the harmony within their hearts.

As days and months passed, more and more people began to follow in Song's footsteps. They were not only skilled storytellers but also acted as conflict mediators, cleverly using fables and metaphors to resolve tense situations.

But this was just the surface.

The members of the Lorewalkers traveled the entire continent, even venturing into the dangerous Dread Wastes. Ostensibly, they were exploring, but in reality, they were summarizing their observations along the way and analyzing whether there were any anomalies that needed to be reported to the Golden Lotus and the Shado-Pan.

The Lorewalkers could be said to be an intelligence agency similar to the Embroidered Uniform Guard, note that it is an intelligence agency, and they do not have law enforcement power.

Basically, these three organizations could handle ordinary affairs within the Pandaren territory. Only when they couldn't resolve a matter would they seek help from the Four August Celestials.

In this way, the Pandaren's rule lasted for more than ten thousand years. However, no matter what system it is, it eventually needs to adapt to the times. Now, various crises are emerging one by one, and the time to test the Pandaren system has come again.

"A large number of foreign races have appeared in Kun-Lai Summit. They are tall, blue or green, with long mouths and fangs, suspected of searching for the tomb of the tyrant Lei Shen. Mogu have been discovered in Mogujia, resurrecting terracotta warriors sealed for ten thousand years!"

After this Lorewalker finished reporting, Chou-Cho looked grave.

"Is the matter serious? Old Chou?" Old Chen was a Pandaren who grew up on the Wandering Isle and didn't understand the various affairs of Pandaria as clearly as Chou-Cho, even though he had heard the Lorewalker's words just now, he didn't notice anything wrong.

"When the Mogu Empire collapsed, the sky gradually brightened, and the rivers were no longer stained with blood. The victorious Pandaren collectively buried the fallen Mogu army in the Kun-Lai Mountains, as a sign of respect from their ancestors to the colonial rulers."

"But Pandaria has always been rumored that Lei Shen will be resurrected again!"

Chou-Cho stood up and began pacing around their table:

"Pandaria, mountains surround.

Dark age, distant and old.

Despair rages, terror surrounds.

Vale of Eternal Blossoms, lightning calls.

Heaven and earth darken, foreshadowing evil.

His name is Lei Shen, King of Thunder.

Lightning flashes and thunder roars, the earth withers.

Divine power is infinite, defying the right path.

Tyrant's iron fist, no one can escape.

Magnificent palaces, standing in the clouds.

Royal authority and majesty, all directions come to court.

Alas, the laborers, wearing shackles and chains.

Years erode, the tyrant cannot escape.

Seas change, clouds dissipate.

Lightning sleeps, Kun-Lai mountain col.

Zandalari blood, bless him.

Zandalari voices, summon him.

Heroes, listen to the horn.

The King of Thunder is coming.

The King of Thunder is coming!"

Chou-Cho seemed to feel great terror from this ancient poem, leaning over the table with both hands supporting himself, gasping for breath.

"Because of this poem, Lei Shen's ancient ally, the Zandalari trolls, once again gathered their army to attack the newly established Pandaren Empire!"

"The leader of the Zandalari forces predicted defeat in the war, that one day their troops would be defeated in battle with the Pandaren and their Cloud Serpent Riders."

"So they launched a fierce battle in the Tomb of Conquerors, which housed Lei Shen's body. At that time, the Pandaren leader Jiang sacrificed himself, thwarting the trolls' conspiracy to resurrect Lei Shen, killing the Zandalari overseer Mengaz, and driving the remaining trolls out of Pandaria!"

Listening to Chou-Cho's story, Sylvanas slapped the table, a move that startled Legolas, Arathor, and Li Li, who were listening to the story. The little cloud serpents in their hands also burrowed into their masters' arms in fright.

"So you're saying that the foreign races with fangs in their mouths and burly figures are trolls?"

The hatred between the high elves and the trolls could be talked about for three days and three nights. Although the high elves were initially at fault, once the survival of the race was involved, right and wrong were no longer important.

"I'm just speculating!"

"No, I'm sure they are trolls, and they are the Zandalari trolls, the overlords of all trolls!" Sylvanas was very certain.

Alleria also agreed with her sister's words, and she also took out a scroll, opened it, and found an image of the Zandalari trolls for Chou-Cho's subordinates to identify.

"That's right, it's them!"

"I knew it, the Zandalari trolls are restless again!"

As the former Ranger-General, Sylvanas had fought with the Zandalari trolls.

If they hadn't sent reinforcements across the sea to Zul'Aman, allowing Zul'jin to recover, Zul'Aman would have been destroyed by her long ago, how could they have survived for several more years, and then been secretly subdued by Galen...?

Just thinking about it made her angry, that was a military achievement to destroy a country!

Enough for Sylvanas' statue to be erected in Silvermoon City's square for the public to admire!

"Hmph! Eat, then go into the mountains and kill them!"

Seeing that their mother had made a decision, Legolas and Arathor, who had long been drooling over the delicious food, immediately started eating and gorging themselves.

Old Chen glanced at the matriarch who had already made a decision, sighed, and then silently called out to his boss in his heart while eating.

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There is a small plain in the northern foothills of Kun-Lai Summit, where only a small part of the Pandaren live.

This Pandaren village is called Zouchin Village.

A battle took place here not long ago.

It was a landing battle.

More than a dozen warships had already entered the small fishing boat port of Zouchin Village. Many fishing boats were burning on the sea, and they were about to burn to the waterline.

The enemy's warships kept throwing stones to attack the village, and boulders rolled and shattered houses, but for some reason, no villagers' bodies were seen being smashed.

Obviously, the villagers here immediately evacuated after realizing that they were no match for the enemy.

After Zouchin Village was wiped off the map by these seagoing warships, their crew began to disembark from the warships.

Several Zandalari trolls in priest robes stepped onto the land, surrounded by a group of troll warriors and Mogu.

With the exception of a small number of mogu scouts, this force was composed of Zandalari soldiers, a joint army of Zandalari trolls and mogu.

Although Galen and the Zandalari fleets entered Pandaria's territory almost one after another through the mists, the Zandalari trolls did not land immediately due to their different objectives.

They first established a base on the Isle of Giants in the north to capture the dinosaurs on the island!

Those were dinosaurs left behind by the Zandalari troll army tens of thousands of years ago, and after tens of thousands of years of reproduction, they have spread throughout the island. Although there are also dinosaurs in the Zandalari fleet, their numbers are limited, and the dinosaurs on the Isle of Giants are just right for the trolls to capture and use as war machines.

Their second step was to contact the mogu on the Isle of Thunder overseas from Kun-Lai Summit, and then form a joint army to advance into the Tomb of the Emperor in the Vale of Eternal Blossoms to seize the Thunder King's body and hold a resurrection ceremony.

The leader of this joint army was Prophet Khar'zul. Behind him were Spiritbinder Goral, Warlord Jalak, Cracklefang, and several mogu warlords.

These mogu warlords were a head and a half taller than the Zandalari trolls. Their dark skin, sturdy figures, and lion-like heroic postures were incomparably compatible with the continent of Pandaria.

Their eyebrows, beards, and hair formed a sharp black and white contrast with their skin. In terms of appearance, they looked exactly like the mogu stone sculptures they had seen for the first time.

After they disembarked, a troll warrior and a mogu warrior came to them. They snapped to attention and saluted the crowd crisply.

"Have you figured out the situation?"

Zandalari Warlord Jalak, as the military commander in charge of this operation, asked the two scout captains who had landed in advance.

"We've confirmed as much as possible, General!"

The Zandalari scout captain turned his face towards the inland, "For the pre-war infiltration investigation, we sent a small team of scouts across the valley to the west. Two of the members swam to the other side, killed two pandaren fishing there, and occupied the high ground there. They are still there waiting for the next order. During this period, other scouts continued to move inland, and everything was proceeding step by step."

"What about those casualties? Was the resistance fierce?" Jalak glanced at the dozen or so troll and mogu corpses lying on the ground, and questioned with dissatisfaction.

The Zandalari's eyes were filled with shame: "Their warriors are very elite and difficult to deal with!"

With a wave of his hand, the troll scouts behind him carried a dying pandaren, pierced by two arrows, to the crowd.

Prophet Khar'zul also curiously stepped forward at this time to observe the enemy they would face this time.

Even though this pandaren guard had fallen to the ground and died, he was still wearing a set of armor painted with a roaring tiger, but judging from his face, he still showed a natural sense of humor and friendliness.

The Prophet squatted down and poked the pandaren's thigh with the long staff in his hand. Although the corpse was already stiff, he could still judge from the touch of the staff that the pandaren's muscles were strong and tight when he was alive.

"It's hard to imagine that this seemingly fat body can possess such powerful combat power."

Prophet Khar'zul sighed, seemingly recalling the Zandalari army that invaded Pandaria tens of thousands of years ago.

"How many of them are there?"

"Four!"

The scouts carried up three more pandaren corpses. They were all wearing light armor and carrying light weapons with them in order to move quickly.

More than thirty scouts on their side were buried here, although the majority of the scouts were mogu, but the other side only sacrificed four pandaren?

"Hmph!"

Jalak snorted with dissatisfaction, obviously blaming the mogu for their low combat power. He even felt that these four enemies were killed by his own soldiers, and the mogu would only drag them down.

The mogu warlord was a little unhappy. What do you mean by that?

However, just as he was about to get angry, his colleague pulled him and motioned for him to look behind him.

Behind them was Warlord Jalak's pet, a huge blue triceratops!

That was a real behemoth, extremely rare even in the entire Azeroth. Even when it was lying on the ground, it was about the same size as a dragon, and its whole body was covered with blue and white stripes.

It had a thick bone plate on its forehead, and there were ten bone-white fangs on the edge of the bone plate. In front of the bone plate were two extremely sharp horns, which would make anyone who saw them feel chills.

Its body was also fitted with heavy enchanted steel armor, and there was a skull-like saddle on its back, and two heavy siege hammers were attached to both sides of its body, covered with dense barbs.

This was simply an extremely sharp weapon of war!

Seemingly feeling the gaze of the mogu warlord, the triceratops flicked its tail wrapped in steel barb warhammers, and a stone on the ground was instantly smashed into powder, and the entire ground was shaking.

The mogu warlord immediately closed his mouth. They were just low-level warlords, acting under orders, and there was no need to risk their lives.

"Horridon, quiet, it's not time for you to move out yet." Jalak's attention was drawn back from the scouts' casualties, and he turned back to appease his baby.

"Warlords, when we arrived on the Isle of Thunder, you informed us that there were no armies, no militias, and no ability to resist on this continent. Now it seems that your intelligence has caused some rather tragic misguidance." Spiritbinder Goral took over from Warlord Jalak and continued to question the two mogu warlords.

"I need you to track down the survivors of this village and prevent them from passing on our information!" After Goral dismissed the two mogu warlords, he turned to ask Prophet Khar'zul: "Prophet, what should we do next?"

Prophet Khar'zul listened quietly for a long time, until Goral asked him, a gleam of light flashed in his muddy eyes: "Divide into two groups. I will go to the mountains to find the Tomb of the Thunder King, and you will go to the Vault of Mogu'shan to explore the mogu's knowledge and power!"

"Everything for Zandalar! May the Loa guide your path!!"

"Zandalar will last forever!!!"

After blessing each other, Prophet Khar'zul led the main force south into the Kun-Lai Mountains, and Goral also led a group of Zandalari secret guards to dig into the Vault of Mogu'shan, a treasure filled with ancient secrets.

He wanted to bring back all the arcane energy and knowledge he could find to revitalize the Zandalari Empire!