The newcomer had four long, beautiful legs. If you ignored the insect's mouthparts, her face could be described as delicate and pretty, with a faint smile on her lips, exuding a kingly aura.
"The Mantid Queen, Shek'zeer."
Garrosh gasped. Now that his body was enormous and fused with the Heart of Darkness, teleportation through magic was impossible. He had no choice but to face it head-on.
"Garrosh Hellscream Warchief the Horde."
Empress Shek'zeer of Great Xia possessed a beautiful, slightly husky voice with a captivating charm. Her four legs, imbued with Sha aura, stood firmly on the ground as she glanced at the blood-soaked Pandaria races on the island, a broad, joyful smile on her face.
"Look at this bunch of ignorant fools. I've wanted to kill them countless times, but they always hide like annoying rats. Thank you, Warchief, you've fulfilled my long-held wish."
Garrosh grinned, his face contorted with rage, and said, "I just wanted to turn them into Tough Jerky and trade them for more Orcs. A bunch of incompetent trash. I never cared about their lives. But you helped me, eliminating this bunch of useless wretch once and for all."
Shek'zeer lowered his eyes and smiled faintly, "It seems we've had a disagreement. This flesh and blood is mine. The Heart of Fear has many children to feed. Merciful Warchief, you wouldn't want to see a group of poor children go hungry, would you?"
"Mantid cubs are no children." Purple energy coalesced into a massive axe, and Garrosh declared, "I will not back down!"
Shek'zeer sighed softly, "It seems a dispute is inevitable. We Mantid have always been peace-loving."
Garrosh's figure blurred, leaving a fleeting afterimage. His body seemed motionless, but behind Shek'zeer, another Garrosh appeared.
"Die, you flying insect!" Garrosh gripped his Battle Axe with both hands, leaped high into the air, and slashed at the Queen's back.
Shek'zeer, whose limbs were infected by the Sha's power, remained firmly planted, but her upper body strangely rotated 180 degrees to meet Garrosh's gaze.
Garrosh's mind jolted and roared, his limbs went limp, and his weapon fell to the ground.
The Great Xia Empress's Evil Eye: Looking into the Empress's eyes will bewitch you, and the effect depends on your willpower, Garrosh clearly lacks.
"Kneel down, you savage Orcs." The Queen's voice was full of authority.
Garrosh's legs buckled, and he uncontrollably knelt on the ground.
"Slap yourself in the face as a sign of repentance for your rudeness," the Queen commanded again.
Garrosh raised his arms and slapped himself across the face with both hands, causing blood to gush out and flesh to fly everywhere.
On the island where Niuzao Temple is located, the leaders of various tribes are among the few survivors. They stare in disbelief at Garrosh, who is mutilating himself. The Invincible Warchief Garrosh, who has merged with the Y'Shaarj's Heart of Darkness, has been easily subdued by the Queen of Great Xia, which is far beyond their expectations.
"Impossible! How could the Warchief be so incompetent?" The Yaungol Chieftain Ye Han Duosi, pinched his thigh hard. He wasn't dreaming.
Elder Lu Shui of the Jinyu stroked his beard and said, "The Warchief must be Invincible. I guess his abilities are countered by the Queen of Great Xia."
"That's right, I believe the Warchief is Invincible." The Hozen chieftain Hu Ke scratched his head.
A piercing shriek rang out, and Garrosh's dazed eyes immediately brightened as he scrambled to his feet and glared angrily at Shek'zeer.
Shek'zeer complained unhappily, "You're ruining my plans again."
A burst of laughter rang out. "Shek'zeer, many people are unhappy with how you treated Garrosh!"
A deep purple mist covered the sky, coalescing into a grotesque figure covered in tentacles and sharp edges, an indescribably bizarre shape. The leaders of all races fell silent, not daring to even breathe. This was a Sha, the most terrifying of the Seven Sha, the Fearful Sha of Fear.
The Sha of Fear let out an Evil laugh, Garrosh's body trembled uncontrollably. The Sha of Fear lunged at Garrosh, Sha tentacles gripping Garrosh throat and rubbing his head against the ground.
Garrosh let out a pitiful howl, his face a bloody mess.
"Fragile creatures of flesh and blood, fear is your greatest weakness."
Sha of Fear grabbed Garrosh and tossed him aside lightly. "Empress, I hope your strength hasn't waned."
"I can live for another ten thousand years." Shek'zeer raised a foot and kicked Garrosh back to the Sha of Fear.
"I don't like this beast, so I'm returning it to you." Sha of Fear threw a skull, which tore at Garrosh's body, blood flowing freely. Garrosh then flew towards Shek'zeer.
Shek'zeer's long mandibles sliced across Garrosh's body, spraying blood everywhere. "The meat tastes good, why don't you try some?"
The Sha of Fear unleashed a terrifying breath, instantly withering one of Garrosh's arms.
"The essence of flesh and blood tastes really good, let's share it together."
Garrosh flew back and forth between the two powerful beings, constantly losing flesh and blood, and was forced to beg for mercy loudly:
"Spare me! Don't kill me! I'm willing to be your Servant! I'm willing to give all my Horde to the Mantid to devour!"
Garrosh wept bitterly, wailing and begging for mercy. The leaders of all the tribes in Pandaria were dumbfounded, never expecting that the Warchief of the Horde would be such a person.
A Pandaren leader said admiringly, "The Warchief's ability to bend and stretch is truly heroic; we are far inferior to him."
After a long while, Shek'zeer and the Sha of Fear stopped their tedious game. Garrosh collapsed to the ground, a pile of mangled flesh, no longer recognizable as human.
Countless Mantid descended from the sky, grabbing the mangled corpses on the ground. Many soldiers were still alive, groaning in pain.
The Mantid snatched away the dead corpses, but the surviving wounded suffered even worse. The Mantid laid eggs inside them, and soon countless tiny Mantid burst forth, devouring their flesh bit by bit until only skeletons remained.
Gazing at this tragic scene, Ye Han Duosi asked helplessly, "What was the point of everything we did?"
"We've all been fooled. Garrosh isn't as strong as the rumors say; he's just an incompetent piece of trash." Elder Lu Shui was filled with regret.
Hozen, the Hu Ke leader with a pointed face and eager to shirk responsibility, said, "I told you long ago not to trust Garrosh, but you wouldn't listen."
The Pandaren leader sighed, "What's the point of saying all this? So many people have died, how are we going to explain this to our people?"
Mantid finished cleaning up the Battlefield and taking away all the corpses, the Sha of Fear asked curiously, "Why didn't you kill Garrosh?"
Shek'zeer smiled and looked at the leaders of the various races, "There are still many useless people in Pandaria. As long as Garrosh is alive, we can keep sending them to their deaths."
The Sha of Fear laughed loudly, "Garrosh, you truly are the savior of Pandaria!"
"He eliminated a lot of useless junk, I really have to thank him!" Shek'zeer said smugly.
The Mantid retreated, Garrosh abruptly stood up. The Heart of Darkness emitted a large amount of purple energy, repairing his body.
Once he had recovered from his injuries, Garrosh arrived on the Island, carrying a massive Battle Axe, and glared angrily at the leaders of the various races of Pandaria:
Tell me, what did you all see?