The lake in front of the Ancient Fiend Mountain Palace was not ordinary water. The ancient inhabitants of Pandaria realized the importance of the energy pool. It had the power to give life, so they built an underground water system to protect the water source and nourish the living beings in the Splendid Valley.
If Yashaji's heart was thrown in, although Yashaji would not be able to resurrect with such a small amount of vitality, it would still be a very important step on the road of resurrection.
"Stop those evil orcs!"
Among the pandaren professionals, monks were the most common.
Originally, in a large-scale battle, there was no place for the Pandaren to move around in a situation where the minions were facing each other. However, the uneven terrain of the Splendid Valley, coupled with the fact that the tribe did not pay much attention to the perfection of formations, resulted in a chaotic battle.
More tribal warriors rushed over, but the green figures did not drown the black and white figures.
In the chaotic battle, the stronger pandaren still had the upper hand even when facing the heavily armed orc warriors who had begun to be infected by the murderous aura.
When the pandaren were still under the rule of the Ancient Fiends, it was the monks who brought some hope to Pandaria's bleak future. Due to being deprived of the right to use weapons by the rulers at that time, the pandaren focused on practicing using qi to fight with bare hands.
When the time was ripe for an uprising, the well-trained pandaren had enough ability to shatter the shackles of enslavement.
Monks were good at fighting with bare hands, and when fighting the enemy, they did not only rely on the power of their weapons. Although they were famous for their powerful punches and kicks, the fierce attacks of the monks were never restricted by their moves.
Many monks were more inclined to use seemingly stumbling movements and drunken gazes to turn the enemy's attacks invisible, while their comrades attacked when the enemy was confused. Other monks were good at summoning the divine power of the mist to regulate the energy in their comrades' bodies, promoting blood circulation, removing blood stasis, and treating injuries.
It was the pandaren professionals led by the monks who fought on the front line. The pandaren's front line barely withstood the ferocious attacks of the orcs who had been infected by the murderous aura.
However, when Garrus led the Kucaron Guards to the front line, the situation suddenly became extremely bad for the pandaren.
In the eyes of many Chinese players, including Duque, the Kucaron Guards were similar to the German SS back then. They were responsible for protecting the leader's life and were also the elite field army on the tribe's side.
They were a powerful force loyal to the Great Chieftain, no matter who ascended to the position of Great Chieftain.
They were the warriors who defended the glory, the vanguard who eradicated the enemy.
They were always the first to charge into the enemy lines and the last to leave. They were the elites of the elites, the elites of the elites that no other troop in the Horde could hope to match!
In the original history, from the establishment of Ogrimma, whether it was destroying Illidan's forces in Moon Shadow Valley, going to Northrend to end the threat of the Lich King, or eliminating Varimathas and his rebels under the Undercity, Kukaron had made great contributions to the Horde in every battle he participated in.
As the Kukaron guards who were absolutely loyal to the chief, they were the sharpest blades of the tribe.
Almost in an instant, at least three hundred pandaren monks who were fighting on the frontline were cut down to the ground. Correspondingly, nearly two hundred members of the Koucharon Guards would rest eternally in Splendid Valley.
But right after that, even more guards rushed over with deafening roars, taking the place of their comrades.
The pandaren, who had lived in peace for too long and had never seen such a ferocious enemy, were thrown into disarray. They had more skilled and sharper combat skills, but they were forced into a panic by the opponent's method of exchanging injuries and lives for lives.
The powerful inner strength of the monks could ignore the thick armor of the Kukaron guards and directly hit their internal organs. Often, when the pandaren killed the Kukaron guards, they would also be dragged into the Yellow Springs by the opponent's Dying Blow.
When Zhu Tulan's most elite group of monks suffered heavy losses, the pandaren began to crumble.
At this moment, a huge pontoon bridge made of goblins suddenly slammed down from the shore and directly connected to the Ancient Devil Mountain's palace.
Great Chieftain Garrus carried the famous Bloodhowl and strode onto the pontoon bridge.
Suddenly, a gust of wind rolled up from the other end of the pontoon bridge.
The wind quickly gathered into a ball, revealing the figure of the Shadow Sect's leader, Zhu Tulan.
"Enough!" Zhu Tulan shouted. He stretched his left hand forward and made a sword gesture, while his right hand kept his unique two-handed hammer behind his back. Half of the pandaren's face was covered by a bamboo hat, but there was a pair of black and white eyes full of anger. "You have gradually drifted further and further down the path of evil — Hellscream! But … it ends here! "
"Hahahaha!" Garrus let out a burst of wild laughter. He waved his left hand and bared his teeth. "Get lost! Pandaren! This is an unstoppable force! "
Zhu Tulan snorted coldly. "Your father had also dabbled in the so-called 'unstoppable force'. He … What happened … No, what decision did he make in the end? "
When Zhu Tulan said this, Duque, who was watching the screen, suddenly felt that the sky was falling.
It was all his fault for stirring up trouble!
If this was the original history, of course, Lord Howl would have fought Mannoroth to the death. It could be said that he had been enlightened after seeking benevolence. The problem was that in this life, Lord Howl had become a great hero of the tribe. He had participated in many battles against evil and had even fought C 'Thun before retreating. In the end, when he died, he still followed Duque!
In the eyes of the Alliance, this was glory.
Of course, in the eyes of Brainless Howl, this was a disgrace.
His father had given up the powerful power of the Devil's Blood. It was a good thing to wash his name clean, but the bad thing was that he kept his promise and went to serve a human demigod after his death.
Well, in a sense, Zhu Tulan's mockery was very successful.
"Roar, roar, roar —" Brainless Howl was completely enraged. With a momentum that could kill eighteen generations of Zhu Tulan's ancestors, he charged on the pontoon bridge and swept toward Zhu Tulan like a gust of wind.
The Elephant Trunk Axe, Bloodhowl, emitted a terrifying blood aura as it drew a mournful arc in the air. Every time Garrus swung his arm, he was filled with anger as if he wanted to split the abominable pandaren in front of him in half.
If it had been an ordinary expert who had stepped into the realm of heroes, he would probably have been defeated within three moves.
Zhu Tulan nimbly dodged the violent axe. He was clearly only an inch away from the axe several times, but it was so close that it was worlds apart.
Brainless Howl never hit Zhu Tulan.
Zhu Tulan saw an opportunity. When the axe slammed into the wooden planks of the pontoon bridge, Brainless Howl was stuck for a moment when he was about to pull the axe out. At that moment, Zhu Tulan made his move.
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