In the ancient war, the Night Elves went overboard and attracted President Shaman to worship them like a god. In the end, they blew up the Well of Eternity and the ancient Kalimdor continent.
The pandaren emperor, Emperor Shaohao, calmly raised his staff in front of all the people and cast a spell. The entire Pandaria broke free from the main continent of Kalimdor, like a huge Noah's Ark, quietly and alone drifted into the depths of the sea.
At the same time, a thick fog rose from the surrounding sea, carefully wrapping the entire Pandaria continent. From then on, Pandaria was hidden and no longer harassed by the outside world.
Seeing that their home was finally saved, all the pandaren couldn't hold back their excitement. They couldn't wait to cheer and celebrate. The entire Pandaria began to celebrate. Every pandaren was jumping and laughing happily, celebrating their survival.
Unexpectedly, just as the panda-people were celebrating, Emperor Shaohao fell to the ground with a thud under everyone's watchful eyes.
The emperor, who had worked his whole life to save his people, fell just like that and never got up again.
Gradually, the emperor's entire body seemed to be disintegrated. Yes, he also turned into fog, lingering and becoming a part of the continent under the feet of his beloved people.
This was the story of the last emperor of the pandaren empire. His legend had come to an end.
The emperor was gone, and the pandaren empire collapsed. In a standard sense, the various pandaren forces were actually independent. This was why Duque valued Old Chen so much.
In a sense, according to the later development of history, Old Chen could barely be said to be the leader of the pandaren. Because the activity of this uncle and nephew ran through the entire time node.
Old Chen left. He sat on the high-speed battlecruiser [Scharnhorst] that Duque had specially prepared for him. She, her sister ship [Gneisenau], and several [Z] series destroyers formed a high-speed commando team and rushed to the lost island at maximum speed.
Following on the ship were the most elite marines of the Alliance, as well as an elite squad of the Silver Hand Knights led by the female dwarf paladin, Lena Thunderspear.
Why Lena?
Firstly, it was too exaggerated to send out a marshal of Gavin Rad's level for such a small-scale battle.
Secondly, dwarves were naturally forthright, and it was easier for females to gain their approval than males.
In the end, it was her.
When Old Chen and his nephew rushed to the Lost Island, the battle was still going on. The arrival of the Alliance's Flying Battleship had also caused the pandaren to panic and overreact.
The Alliance's ships that had received Duque's warning were very smart. Their Sorcerers created a huge holographic projection and projected Old Chen's image onto the bow of the Alliance's ships. On the way here, he asked Old Chen for the panda man's emblem.
In just an hour, a bunch of temporary letterpress emblems were tied to every Alliance commando. They were tied to their arms and pauldrons to ensure that the pandaren could see them from all angles.
Old Chen even taught them pandaren language. There was only one sentence: "Old Chen asked us to help."
The pandaren on the Lost Island were overjoyed.
Shen Zhenzi's back, the Lost Island, was a medium-sized island.
In reality, the oval back of this ancient giant tortoise was about four kilometers long and two kilometers wide.
There were only a few thousand pandaren living on it.
Although many of the pandaren monks were quite powerful, they were still powerless against more than two thousand fully armed tribal elites who had fallen from nearly ten airships.
Before the airship could completely descend, Old Chen had already descended from the sky from a height of fifty meters. Before he landed, he leaped and swung his huge stick. Using the terrifying power of gravity to accelerate, he swung it diagonally and swept it horizontally.
Bang! Bang! Bang! A total of seven or eight orc warriors, their burly bodies weighing more than four hundred kilograms, were all swept away by Old Chen.
"Phew …" Old Chen exhaled a mouthful of turbid air. Through the gap of his round hat that was missing a corner, his cold and angry eyes were revealed.
He immediately spat out a mouthful of liquor, and the high alcohol content of [Drunken Cloud] turned into a [Fire Breath] spell when it came into contact with the flames. The two howling Orc Centurions who were charging at him turned into two human-shaped torches.
"Old Shen, tell everyone that the humans in golden armor are my helpers."
"Got it!" Old Shen, who was dressed as a gardener, immediately understood.
In the midst of the battle, a burst of shouts spread out.
In the sky, the Alliance's airships did not fire their cannons. This distance was not suitable for parachuting. Because it was too slow.
Hundreds of ropes hung down from each airship.
The Alliance Special Forces, who had been trained in high-altitude rope rapid descent, descended from the sky in armor. As soon as they landed, they directly fought with the orcs. Even if they were accidentally attacked by the pandaren, they just grinned and said in unfamiliar pandaren language, "I … Old Chen … found me."
The entrance of the Alliance soldiers quickly eased the battle situation.
More importantly, with the actions of the Alliance commandos, countless bubbles began to float on the surface of the sea.
Thousands of murlocs swam over. These noisy murlocs, under the leadership of Naga, began to climb to the edge of Shen Zhenzi's turtle shell and threw the ropes over.
The female Naga Siren priest directly froze these ropes.
"One, two, three … Pull!"
The murlocs worked hard, and the Naga shouted.
The pandaren on the entire Lost Island could clearly feel that the Lost Island, which had begun to move in the direction of the Great Whirlpool, seemed to be breaking away from the suction of the Great Whirlpool.
Occasionally, the pandaren who were free ran to the shore and were surprised to see tens of thousands of murlocs trying to pull the Lost Island in the opposite direction.
Not only the murlocs, but in the direction of the Great Whirlpool, a huge fish-shaped monster floated to the surface. It pressed its forehead hard against the Lost Island, and a huge tail slapped the water hard, trying to pull the Lost Island out.
In addition to it, more water elements emerged from the bottom of the sea. They raised their thick arms and pushed the island hard.
The battle on the Lost Islands was still ongoing.
Half an hour later, the Alliance fleet arrived. Hundreds of airships threw down ropes, secured the island with the help of the Naga, and then pulled the island out of the Great Whirlpool at full power.
An hour later, even Naxxramas arrived. This behemoth, which was no smaller than the Lost Island, played a vital role.
Hundreds of thousands of energy beams swung down from Naxxramas and grabbed the edge of the Lost Island by itself. It took half an hour to drag and pull the unconscious Shen Zhenzi out of the dangerous waters.
At this time, the battle on the island was over.
More than two thousand orc warriors were wiped out. Every corner of the island rang with the cheers of the pandaren.
"Long live the Alliance!"
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