Garrosh had never been so full of vigor.
Y'Shaarj's Heart of Darkness did not grant him great power. Although his body became incredibly large, like a robust Gronn, and dark power formed thick armor that protected his body like rock, it was merely an increase in strength and defense. If Garrosh were to encounter Dragon Slayer Gruul, Garrosh would probably avoid the battle.
Unexpectedly, the Heart of Darkness brought him great fame, and as expected, he reigned supreme.
This is only in Pandaria. If he were to return to Azeroth, he would probably immediately become the king of Azeroth, with the Alliance and the various races of the Horde groveling before him, at his mercy.
Garrosh was overjoyed. Most people in the world were foolish, stupidly believing in the power of the Heart of Darkness, just like the inferior races he had subdued.
"I need to see your loyalty. I am the Chosen One, the strongest in Azeroth, and I associate only with the strong. Whoever can seize this stone bridge will have a place in my kingdom. Who is willing to be the first to fight for me?"
The first to respond were a group of Yaungol, creatures as strong as Tauren, who roared like Thunder. Their chieftain Ye Han Duosi, assured them that they would definitely take the stone bridge.
The earth trembled as thousands of Yaungol focused on the Niuzao Temple, preparing to Charge.
The stone bridge was wide enough for ten Yaungol to walk side by side. Lains narrowed his eyes, knowing the bridge couldn't be held.
The human soldiers defended the stone bridge with their archery skills. Most of the Orcs were wounded and Charge halfway through their charge, and the lucky few who made it through could not withstand the onslaught of the human heavy infantry.
However, these Yaungol are thick-skinned and have a certain ability to withstand arrows. Unless they are hit in a vital spot or bleed excessively, it is difficult to incapacitate them.
As the war drums sounded, the vanguard of Yaungol, carrying heavy wooden shields, launched their Charge.
"Release the arrows!"
The arrows fell in parabolic arcs, and after a volley of arrows, fewer than a hundred Tauren fell.
With just three volleys, the Yaungol had already crossed the stone bridge. Each of them had several arrows stuck in their bodies, and the pain stimulated Yaungol nerves, making them even more courageous.
The archers retreated, and the heavily armored infantry moved up.
Humans are no match for the Yaungol in terms of physique, even when clad in heavy armor.
Through years of racial conflict, humans, adept at learning from experience, have figured out how to defeat the Yaungol.
A chilling howl of a wild beast rose from the rear of the column; it was the howl of the Gnolls.
The once-unstoppable offensive of the Yaungol suddenly slowed down, and many of Yaungol lost all fighting spirit.
From behind, Garrosh, who was watching the battle, roared angrily, "You Yaungol are afraid of wolf howls?"
Chieftain Ye Han Duosi scratched his head, looking aggrieved. "A long time ago, the Yaungol were repeatedly defeated by the Gnolls and had to flee to Pandaria. They would instinctively run away at the sound of wolves howling."
"Useless, what a bunch of useless trash!" Garrosh roared in anger, grabbing a Yaungol and stuffing it into his mouth.
The Gnolls ' howls had some effect, and the human heavy infantry recaptured the bridgehead, but more Yaungol subsequently climbed onto the bridge.
After several rounds of fighting, the bridge was covered with the corpses of the Yaungol, but half of Yaungol still managed to reach the other side, gradually tearing through the human defenses. More Yaungol followed.
Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Lains had no choice but to abandon the bridgehead position.
"Bang!"
A crossbow bolt over two meters long pierced through a Yaungol. At the most critical moment, Lains used his precious ballista to temporarily repel the Yaungol's attack and cover the soldiers Guards the bridgehead as they entered Niuzao Temple.
Before the Yaungol could celebrate their victory, a massive explosion occurred on the stone bridge, blasting the Yaungol couldn't escape in time to pieces.
Chieftain Ye Han Duosi immediately knelt on the ground, his face pale. Although they had won the battle, the Yaungol warriors had suffered heavy losses, and it would probably take decades to recover.
Garrosh dismissed it, grabbing another Yaungol and devouring it; the more of these Pandaria trash died, the better.
Several pontoon bridges were erected, Garrosh ordered the various races of Pandaria to land on the Island, completely surrounding Niuzao Temple, leaving only the Orcs on the opposite bank to watch the battle.
"Warriors of Pandaria, your chance to prove your courage has arrived. I will give you only three days to conquer Niuzao Temple, and then you will be qualified to join the Horde."
Niuzao Temple City is high and strong, and was once blessed by Niuzao, one of the August Celestials. It is as solid as cast iron. Catapults launch huge stones, they can only leave a white mark when they hit it.
This fortified city was built to resist the Mantid invasion. All the races of Pandaria considered the Mantid their common enemy, and no one expected to become the attacker.
The Hozen, skilled climbers, took the lead and rushed to the top of the city wall, but unfortunately, the wall had already been smeared with oil, leaving the Hozen at a loss.
The Jinyu raised waves, and their people climbed the city walls by stepping on the waves, only to be shot into pincushions by a hail of arrows.
The Pandaren displayed superb martial arts skills, climbing at a speed no slower than the Hozen, only to be met with scalding hot oil.
Arrows rained down from the city walls; the Pandaria tribes, lacking armor, could only defend themselves with their bare flesh and blood.
Before long, the area beneath the city was piled high with corpses from various tribes.
However, under the urging of Warchief Garrosh, the leaders of the various races dared not slacken their efforts and launched wave after wave of offensives.
With the help of the high city walls, the human soldiers had an absolute advantage, but they could not withstand such attrition.
The battle lasted for two days and two nights. The walls of Niuzao Temple were stained red again and again. The Pandaria coalition forces lost 200,000 lives. The number of human soldiers in Niuzao Temple was less than 20,000, and the rest were all wounded.
Covered in blood, Lains stood atop the city wall, wounded in multiple places, yet he remained unyielding.
On the pontoon bridge, reinforcements from various races arrived in great numbers, and the various races of Pandaria vied to pledge allegiance to Garrosh.
"General, have we been defeated?!" A soldier clutched his severed arm, leaning against the city wall, panting.
Lains touched his face; sweat and blood mixed together, forming a thick layer of mud.
The soldiers of Stormwind City are all new recruits. If they can return safely after such a Blood War, they will surely become the elite main force.
We have not lost!
"One belief has sustained me until now," Lains said confidently.
"Garrosh made a mistake. The greatest enemy of the Pandaria races is not the Mogu, but the Mantid."
Night fell again, and the number of reinforcements on the pontoon bridge gradually dwindled.
The sky suddenly darkened, and a piercing buzzing sound reached everyone's ears.
Those were countless Mantid, covering the sky.
Mantid can fly, which is their greatest advantage.
A hemispherical, yellowish-brown protective shield appeared above Niuzao Temple. To prevent the Mantid from attacking, Niuzao Temple set up Magic Shield that could withstand Mantid attacks.
Unfortunately, the various tribes besieging Niuzao Temple had no protective shield.
Tawny bombs rained down from the sky, tearing flesh and blood apart, filling the air with screams of agony. Crowded on the limited island, the Allied soldiers had nowhere to escape.
Lains watched outside the city. Throughout Pandaria's history, the Mantid had expanded countless times, only to be repelled by the allied forces of various races.
Their loyalty to Garrosh forced them to carry out foolish orders, and Empress Shek'zeer of Great Xia would not pass up this opportunity.
A meaningless sacrifice.
Near the Orcs camp, a tall figure emerged from the mist, confronting Garrosh.