Along the way, Monsoon Wind walked to the central area of the Emperor Valley, which was the residence of the Black Wind Clan, and when he walked here, the Mogu soldiers who escorted him here also said goodbye to him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

With the departure of the Mogu soldiers, Monsoon was the only one left outside the Black Wind Garrison, and he casually discarded the corpses of several Mogu soldiers on his back in the snow, and he continued towards the depths of the Emperor's Valley.

In order to build the Thunder God Emperor's Mausoleum, groups of panda people slaves were sent to the depths of the Emperor's Valley, and the destination of the monsoon was the slave camp.

Although he came to the Valley of the Emperor alone, in reality, he never thought of saving the gods "by himself", which was almost impossible. Rescue the gods, break the prison cells of the gods, what this task needs is manpower, a large number of manpower, monsoon alone can not do this, in fact, rescuing the panda people slaves is the premise of saving the gods.

The epic trial is to make the monsoon use slaves as warriors, and if the slaves in the Emperor's Valley can be gathered together, it will no longer be a problem to break through the prison cells of the gods. You must know that in the canonical history of Pandaria, Kang Shadowwind will lead the Pandaren rebel army to sweep through Pandaria two hundred years later, Kang Shadowwind relies on the way of true qi and pandaren slaves, whether they are farmers, shepherds, bricklayers or blacksmiths, they all have a desire for freedom in their hearts, although they are slaves, they are also the best warriors.

Ten thousand years later, in the Pandaren Traveler Prestige, there is a record of a famous quote left by Kang Shadowwind, which is: Our backs are hardened by the whipping, our arms are strengthened by the construction of walls, our minds are sharpened by the coexistence of the enemy, and although we are not warriors, although we have not mastered magic, as long as we can stand up, we ourselves are strength, that is, unrivaled and unstoppable.

The pandaren slaves have gone through the trials of blood and fire, and they have lost everything, and in this case, if a wise and brave leader raises his arms, these slaves will immediately turn into a terrifying tsunami, and it will not be easy for the Mogu to stop this tsunami. Not to mention, the Panda people tribe believes in the Supreme Celestial God, and they even regard the Celestial God as more important than themselves in their bones, and they don't know that the White Tiger Celestial God is imprisoned in the Emperor's Valley, if they know about it, then they will give everything for it, even if it is their lives.

A slave army is not terrible, but a slave army that is not afraid of death is terrible, you know, people who are not afraid of death will not take care of anything, if things come to the point of unpredictability, Monsoon does not mind burning the Valley of the Emperor and destroying everything here, he is not afraid of death.

Just as Monsoon was thinking about his plan to save the gods, he came to the deepest part of the Emperor's Valley according to his memories from the dream trial, where thick fog rolled, fires appeared and disappeared, and piles of simple tents covered the entire depths of the Emperor's Valley.

"It's here!"

Monsoon could tell at a glance that this was the quarry he had visited during the Dream Trial, and that the stones collected from here would be used to build the Thunder God Emperor's Mausoleum around the Emperor's Valley, where the pandaren slaves were stationed.

Tearing off the hair and beard that stuck to his face, removing the fangs from the corners of his mouth, and taking off the cloak he was wearing, Monsoon appeared, only to see that he was wearing a slave robe, not a gilded auspicious cloud robe.

Slave!

When he first came to Pandaria, Monsoon was a Mogu slave, and now he has resumed his slave status, but after this time, Monsoon and the panda people of the Kunlai Plateau no longer have to wear slave robes, and this time, Monsoon wants to pacify the Kunlai Plateau in one fell swoop.

A few rotten logs, plus a pile of thatch, can build a simple tent, walk into the pandaren slave camp, the monsoon sees the most this kind of tent, even worse is to spread a straw mat on the ground, sleep next to the campfire, this camp is extremely simple, the living environment of pandaren slaves is quite bad. Perhaps because the quarrying during the day was too tiring, no one woke up from the outskirts of the camp to the middle of the camp during the monsoon, and all the panda people fell asleep grogily.

There was a damp musty smell of sweat in the dense pandaren slave camp, and the deeper the monsoon went, the stronger the familiarity in his memory, and he remembered very well that the tents of several leaders of the pandaren slave camp were in this area.

Most of the tents on the periphery of the camp are made of a few pieces of wood and a pile of thatch, but in the depths, the tents are mostly made of wood and animal skins, and there is a clear difference between the tents built here and the tents on the periphery.

"According to memory, there are four Pandaren leaders, they were recently elected, visit him tonight, I remember he was the first to die......" Walking deeper into the camp, Monsoon looked around and muttered to himself.

The word leader is a status symbol in everyone's eyes, but here, the leader is not a good identity. Having the status of "chief" here means that he will die soon, and only a few people here are willing to become leaders, and only a few are willing to be beaten to death.

"Found it, ...... there"

Looking around, Monsoon found the person he was looking for.

In the deepest part of the slave camp, a young pandaman was snoring, sleeping on a sheepskin, with a small bonfire burning beside him.

The light of the fire shone on his countenance, the wound on his face, and it was one of the four leaders, Mo Zephyr.

He is a descendant of Zephyr Village in the Land of Zhuojin, a quasi-sage of Zephyr Village, his village has been destroyed by the Mogu Clan, in order to save the descendants of Zephyr Village, he accepted the position of leader, in Monsoon's memory, this kid will be beaten to death by the Mogu Clan in three days.

"Silence, wake up, wake up quickly, wake up ......"

Walking up to Mo Zephyr's side, Monsoon patted the boy on the arm.

"Tsk......t, are you?"

Mo smashed his mouth, rubbed his eyes and woke up, he was still very sleepy, and he couldn't help yawning when he opened his mouth.

"I am Ji Shadowwind, the land of Zhuojin, a descendant of the Shadow Wind Clan, I am here to save you from the Emperor's Valley, Mo Zephyr, I need your help......" Ji Feng squatted down and said slowly.

"What? You are here to save our ......, how is that possible? ”

Mo Zephyr was extremely startled, but also a lot more sober, his eyes widened slightly, and he immediately got up.

"Not only do I want to save you, but I also want to save the White Tiger Celestial God, Silent Shadow Wind, the Celestial God is in the Emperor's Valley......" Monsoon continued.

Hearing Monsoon's words, Mo Zephyr frowned, and unintentionally pinched his face, if it weren't for the pain on his face, he would have thought he was dreaming.

Until this moment, he couldn't believe what he heard, and he didn't understand how the person in front of him sneaked into the Emperor's Valley, and for a while, he was completely sleepy......