Kun-Lai Summit had become a place where the winds and clouds converged.
Besides the Mogu and Trolls entering from the north, Galen and Taran Zhu from the west, a small team also climbed up these towering mountains from the mountain road of Binan Village in the south.
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Old Chen carried his staff on his shoulder, concentrating on clearing the way ahead.
Alleria and Sylvanas also held their Thas'dorah and Wrath of the Stars in their hands, while advancing and guarding the situation on both sides of the mountain road.
They had experienced several ambushes along the way. For the Hozen in the mountains, the two large and one small, three plump Pandaren, and the two large and two small, two delicate-skinned elves, were fat sheep to improve their meals!
"Old Zhou, how far are we from our destination?" Old Chen's tone was a little worried.
To be honest, he was unwilling to venture into the Kun-Lai Mountains. Staying with Galen for a long time had changed some of his style. Although he still loved adventure, he paid more attention to safety.
After all, besides him, there were also Zhou Zhuo, Li Li, and the boss's two wives and two sons!
Zhou Zhuo was an old explorer. Although he claimed to be a scholar and would not wield weapons, he had experienced many dangers over the years and had a certain degree of self-protection. Even in times of crisis, Master Mi could transform to protect him.
As for Alleria and Sylvanas, Old Chen would rather worry about himself than worry about them...
When they were on the battlefield killing Trolls, Old Chen was still practicing horse stance in the Five Dawn Temple.
The main concern was Li Li, Legolas, and Arathor, the three children...
Old Chen felt like the sky was falling if anything happened to any of them!
"The boss is really something. It's been three days, why hasn't he come to take care of his wife and children? He's really not worried..."
Pah pah pah!
Old Chen stretched out his paw and gently patted his mouth, stopping the messy thoughts.
Suddenly, he seemed to sense something, raised his hand to make a stop gesture, and the entire team immediately stopped moving forward.
Zhou Zhuo immediately pressed his body against the cliff to prevent ranged attacks from all directions. Alleria and Sylvanas also occupied favorable terrain and protected Legolas, Arathor, and Li Li behind them.
"What did you find? Old Chen!" Zhou Zhuo asked in a low voice.
"Pfft!"
Old Chen spat out the grass root that he had been holding in his mouth, and listened carefully.
"It's the sound of weapons colliding. There's a battle ahead!"
"Let's go, sneak over and take a look. We may be close to our target!"
Upon hearing this, Old Chen stomped his legs, and his whole person disappeared in place. The others quickly followed.
The three children were in good physical condition, and the Windrunner sisters slowed down, allowing them and Zhou Zhuo, the scholar, to keep up.
The sound came from the valley not far in front of them. The fighting parties were the Pandaren from Zhuqin Village and the Mogu who were ordered to pursue them.
Seven heads poked out from behind a boulder, and they observed the number of combatants on both sides.
There were about two hundred Mogu pursuers, while only about fifty Pandaren were resisting. If it weren't for Aria, this powerful healer, behind these Pandaren monks, their defense line would have collapsed long ago.
"Two mistresses, are you confident?" Old Chen asked in a low voice.
If it were just him alone, he would choose to sneak over and launch a surprise attack to kill the two Mogu who appeared to be leaders.
But with two Windrunners, legendary peak rangers, that's like having two remote turrets. Two hundred Mogu warriors, with the highest strength being those two high-level warlords, were simply not enough to watch.
"No problem, it's just a waste of arrows!"
Sylvanas said it lightly.
Alleria acted as a matter of course.
The three children looked up with admiration.
Zhou Zhuo looked dumbfounded, indicating that we were going to fight two hundred with seven?
Alleria and Sylvanas launched the attack first. The sisters leaped onto the boulder and raised the longbows in their hands, nocking the arrows to the bowstrings in a smooth and flowing motion.
They concentrated on measuring the distance, and then released an arrow with just the right amount of force. The bowstring buzzed, and the arrow shot through a hundred meters, hitting the Mogu's neck.
The arrow pierced in from the back of the neck and out from the other side of the throat. The two Mogu only had time to let out a hoarse cry before falling to the ground!
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
The sudden sneak attack did not disrupt the Mogu's rhythm. Although the Mogu warriors were a little disturbed, they were suppressed by the loud orders of the two Mogu warlords.
After all, they were a race that had been rich in their ancestors, and some things were passed down after all. The warlord's orders sounded a bit noisy on the battlefield, but the Mogu warriors executed them without the slightest panic.
Then one warlord ordered most of the people to continue advancing towards the Pandaren refugees, while another team of fifty people was led by another warlord to press towards Alleria and Sylvanas!
It was just that they obviously underestimated the firepower output of the two Windrunners. They shot a tide of arrows like waves towards the approaching enemies, and the Mogu were not only unable to move, but also suffered more than a dozen casualties again!
"Fight back! Fight back!"
The Mogu warlord was a little exasperated. Under his command, the Mogu who reacted began to use longbows and crossbows to fight back.
Relying on the advantage in numbers, arrows grazed past the Windrunners, but Alleria and Sylvanas didn't even look at them, completely relying on their body's reaction to avoid them, and then shot back an arrow without even aiming.
The counter-attack arrow hit the Mogu who was poking his head out to shoot, but it also gave those Mogu warriors a chance to touch over with the help of boulders and trees in the valley!
Just when they thought they had the upper hand, Old Chen, who had been waiting for a long time, jumped out and swung his staff at a Mogu warrior. The Mogu warrior hurriedly raised his great sword to counterattack, but his speed was too slow, and the staff had already reached his face!
With the staff's heavy blows, the Mogu soldier's face blossomed directly, and he fell to the ground.
Then Old Chen strode up the hill, and a ground roll came to another Mogu, breaking his thigh with a stick, and then a ground roll smashed his back of the head with a stick.
The Mogu soldier groaned painfully, and his eyes dimmed in an instant, and then he fell heavily, never to stand up again.
Double kill!
"Uncle Chen, be careful!" Li Li, who was watching from a distance, shouted.
It turned out that another Mogu warrior rushed towards Old Chen, taking advantage of Old Chen's exhaustion to raise his weapon and try to deliver a fatal blow to him. The blade of the great sword howled and slashed horizontally.
The Monk turned back, a 'turning-back-parry', blocking the Mogu's long blade. Veins bulged on the Mogu's arm as he tried to force the blade down, but he couldn't budge it. He hurriedly retracted his weapon, instead thrusting it towards Old Chen's abdomen, but the Monk was even faster, striking his wrist with the staff, forcing him to release his weapon. Then, with a swift advance, Old Chen's thigh shot upwards!
Fist of Fury!
With a crack, the Mogu's lower jaw and throat bone were shattered.
As the battle intensified, blood splattered in the valley, and severed limbs littered the ground. One by one, the Mogu's bodies collapsed. The fifty Mogu invaders were completely wiped out by Old Chen and the Windrunner sisters. The huge losses demoralized the entire Mogu force, and coupled with the Panda warriors' attack on the other side, the Mogu army began to crumble.
Watching the Mogu retreat in panic, leaving behind a field of corpses, Old Chen and the Panda warriors opposite him did not pursue, allowing them to flee.
Seeing Old Chen and the Windrunner sisters slaughtering the enemy with a few against many in the battle, Zhou Zhuo sighed in his heart, wondering what kind of people they were. They were stronger than most Monks he had seen, probably only the masters of the Shado-Pan could compare to them.
But the battle was over, and now it was Zhou Zhuo's turn to show his presence.
The Lorewalker moved his little chubby legs and ran over, starting a conversation with a young female Panda leading the refugees.
After returning, Zhou Zhuo told everyone the information he had gathered: "These are refugees from Zhuojin Village, Old Chen. The Mogu and Trolls attacked their village. There were too many Trolls, an entire fleet, so they had no choice but to desperately leave."
"The leader is Master Yalia of the Shado-Pan, a powerful priest!" Zhou Zhuo looked back at the somewhat weak Yalia and requested, "We need to escort them to the Temple of the White Tiger, otherwise it will be difficult for them to leave Kun-Lai Summit!"
Old Chen turned his head towards Alleria and Sylvanas. Although he really wanted to take on this escort mission to keep the three children away from Kun-Lai Summit, the decision ultimately rested with these two.
"Since we've encountered them, let's help them!" Alleria and Sylvanas exchanged a glance and made a decision.
"Thank you so much!" Yalia happened to walk over at this moment. Hearing that they were willing to help, she quickly bowed to the Windrunner sisters, and then bowed to Old Chen as well, to express her gratitude to everyone.
Her voice was as delicate and gentle as the first bloom of cherry blossoms. When Old Chen looked up at Yalia, the calm expression he had shown earlier faltered.
He was deeply attracted to Yalia, of course, not just because of her beautiful appearance, but also because of a certain temperament she possessed.
The refugees didn't have much to pack, and the group quickly set off again. This time, Old Chen and the Windrunner sisters still led the way, returning along the road they had taken into the mountains.
Along the way, Old Chen intentionally or unintentionally inquired about Yalia's situation, and then learned that Yalia's parents and elderly grandmother were among these refugees.
After finding out these details, Old Chen always wandered around Yalia and her family, looking for every opportunity to chat with this master.
This scene made Sylvanas smile knowingly, then she recalled the scene when she and Galen met and fell in love.
"Zhou Zhuo, what is the background of that female Panda?" Since Sylvanas was called 'Matriarch' by Old Chen, it was necessary to help Old Chen find out the details of this future daughter-in-law.
Zhou Zhuo also noticed Old Chen's abnormality, so naturally he told everything he knew without reservation.
This Shado-Pan master from the Order of the Cloud Serpent came from Zhuojin Village. This time, she happened to encounter the invasion of the Mogu and Trolls when she returned home to visit relatives. Under her leadership, the people of the entire village abandoned their homes.
And this Yalia's original surname was Shenghua. After joining the Shado-Pan, she was personally renamed Yalia · Holyword by Taran Zhu.
The reason for all this was because Yalia's identity was very special.
She was a living spirit, possessing wisdom beyond her age. Legend has it that although the spirits appear to be children on the surface, they have ancient souls dwelling within. Therefore, they can enter the Shado-Pan without undergoing the special Fire Blossom Trial of the Shado-Pan.
At the age of six, she set off from the northern coast of Kun-Lai Summit to the Shado-Pan Monastery, where she was accepted as a member.
It seems that this is a person favored by destiny, and the Windrunners are very satisfied with her.
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Just as the Windrunner sisters were defeating the Mogu, the Zandalari Trolls in the Kun-Lai Mountains, led by Kah'zuhl, had found the Tomb of Conquerors.
This is the real tomb of the Thunder King.
The exterior of this tomb is not much different from the other imperial tombs in the mountains. Groups of Mogu stone sculptures, strong Quilen, the same solemnity, the same danger.
No one knows what kind of traps are set under those red, yellow, and blue floor tiles. Dozens of Troll warriors have already died in these huge floor tile traps.
These are all prepared to prevent those tomb robbers from robbing the tomb. The number is large enough to guarantee that no matter how many tomb robbers come, they will all die.
Flames, lightning, poison gas, hidden arrows, ground thorns, only what you can't imagine, nothing you can't encounter!
Even though Kah'zuhl knew that the emperor's tomb was full of deadly dangers, he had to order his subordinates to continue moving forward!
Under Kah'zuhl's leadership, they found a safe path, bypassing a group of dense stone sculptures, and finally arrived at a hall deep within the tomb.
In the center of the hall were two huge rock statues, one was a strong and mighty Mogu warlord, holding two heavy hammers in his hands, and the other was a Hozen, only half the height of the Mogu warlord, waving a long staff in his hand, with a gourd hanging on the staff.
Judging from the actions of the two statues, they should be engaged in a fierce battle.
This made Kah'zuhl quite puzzled. In these Kun-Lai Mountains, they also encountered Hozen ambushing them, but in the face of the elite Zandalari golden sword guards, these Hozen were simply vulnerable.
In the tomb of this Thunder King, the stone sculptures placed inside actually depict Hozen who are evenly matched with the Mogu warlord?
Strange, everything in this tomb reveals strangeness.
Jal'ak seemed to have seen something from the actions of the two statues, but just as he wanted to get closer to observe, Kah'zuhl stopped him.
They had more important things to do, and should not waste time on Hozen statues.
Finally, they arrived at the burial chamber where the Thunder King's coffin was located.
Compared to the exquisitely carved walls and stone pillars outside, this place seemed particularly shabby, with nothing but a huge rock coffin in the center.