Its massive body, standing over ten meters tall, exudes an unimaginable and terrifying sense of oppression.
Although Garrosh was a useless piece of trash in front of the Queen of Great Xia and the Sha of Fear, he was a towering god in front of the leaders of the various races of Pandaria.
The Yaungol chieftain Ye Han Duosi, cautiously replied, "Warchief, we all saw it. You were attacked by the Great Xia Queen and the Sha of Fear."
Garrosh grabbed Ye Han Duosi and bit off his arm, causing Ye Han Duosi to cry out in pain for mercy.
"I'm giving you one more chance to put your words into words," Garrosh said, his face contorted with rage.
With tears and snot streaming down his face, Ye Han Duosi stammered, "Warchief, I saw with my own eyes you defeat the Great Xia Queen and the Sha of Fear. You are the strongest in Azeroth."
Garrosh nodded in satisfaction, then looked at the other leaders.
The Hozen chieftain Hu Ke, jumped around and shrieked in praise, "Warchief, your divine power Invincible! The Great Xia Warchief and the Sha of Fear knelt on the ground, wailing and begging for mercy. Great Chieftain, you are merciful and could not bear to kill the innocent, so you spared their lives. Warchief, you are my eternal god, you are even greater Monkey King!"
Garrosh gave him an approving look and nodded, saying, "Well said."
Elder Lu Shui of the Jinyu said in a deep voice, "The Flowing Water had long foreseen everything that is happening today. The Great Xia Queen and the Sha of Fear are just two clowns, as lowly as the Kobolds. When Warchief Garrosh trembled, they immediately prostrated themselves and submitted to Warchief. It is the will of Heaven and the will of the people."
"Not bad! And what about you, Pandaren?" Garrosh looked at the leader of the Pandaren.
This Pandaren was merely a highly respected scholar. No one among the Pandaren was willing to support Garrosh, so he stepped forward to appeal to them, using his years of prestige to attract some Pandaren. But without exception, they all died here. The Pandaren scholar shook his head and said:
"Warchief Garrosh has saved Azeroth countless times. His true form battles the Void Lords, while his clones confront Sargeras, the leader of the Burning Legion. A clone of a clone's clone subjugates the Queen of the Great Xia and the Sha of Fear with a single finger. In the history of Azeroth, there has never been such a great and powerful being. The Warchief's prestige is unprecedented and will never be surpassed."
Garrosh laughed heartily, the gloom of being humiliated by the Queen of Xia and the Sha of Fear completely dispelled:
"Well said. As expected of learned Pandaren scholars, they know how to differentiate their statements and must maintain a unified narrative."
"Understood, we all understand." The other leaders nodded repeatedly.
Garrosh looked toward the heavily guarded Niuzao Temple. On the city wall, dozens of ballistae stood ready, their two-meter-long crossbow bolts gleaming with a cold light, equipped with sharp barbs and long chains attached to the back. Originally intended to deal with Dragons, they made Garrosh feel threatened.
The few Orcs losses were not worthwhile in a siege. Garrosh's eyes darted around. "You all go back immediately, gather your people. The Mantid and the Alliance are plotting to destroy Azeroth. All living beings in Pandaria must stand up and fight to protect our world, to fight for the future of Azeroth."
The leaders listened intently, afraid of missing a single word.
Garrosh paused, then continued, "Listen, the Horde, Tauren, Blood Elves, Forsaken, and Trolls are all evil except for the Orcs, who are plotting to destroy Azeroth. By the way, you can't completely trust the Orcs either; Thrall is a treacherous the Destroyer of worlds, and they all deserve to die."
Krasarang Wilds.
Anduin's fleet is on standby in Krasarang Wilds, gathering supplies in preparation for their return to Stormwind City.
In recent days, the name of Warchief Garrosh has resounded time and again across the land of Pandaria, leaving behind countless Legendary.
Anduin's emotions gradually changed, from fear of Garrosh to recognition, and then to reverence.
With the Peace Dove constantly praising Garrosh's great deeds to Anduin Garrosh grew to the point of obsession.
That morning, a soldier delivered the Jinyu's "Waterspeaker Daily." Anduin picked up the newspaper and saw a striking headline:
Warchief Garrosh's domineering aura caused Empress Shek'zeer of Great Xia to submit, while the Sha of Fear fled in terror.
The article is filled with praise, describing how the great Garrosh single-handedly annihilated millions of Mantid, subdued the Queen of Great Xia, and defeated the Sha of Fear with a single finger during the siege of Niuzao Temple.
"A gigantic hand descended from the sky—it was the right hand of Warchief Garrosh, covering the gloomy sky of the Mantid Highlands. Millions of Mantid screamed and begged, unable to escape the Warchief's palm. The Warchief's hand clenched tightly, and the millions of Mantid turned into a bloody pulp."
Anduin, his eyes glazed, roared excitedly, "As expected of the great Garrosh, you are the Invincible god of war in my heart!"
A SI:7 agent, carrying intelligence, wanted to meet Prince Anduin.
Anduin's trusted guard took the intelligence report, glanced at it, and saw it was a battle report about the Battle of Niuzao Temple. He muttered in a low voice, "Have SI:7 gone mad? Sending such intelligence! Don't they know that in the Prince's heart, Garrosh is even closer than his father?"
Another guard said, "Keep this intelligence for now, and we'll give it to Prince Highness when the time is right."
During dinner, Anduin's emotions gradually stabilized. In order to avoid missing the opportunity and ruining the important matter, the guard took out the battle report from Niuzao Temple and personally handed it to His Highness the Prince.
Upon seeing the contents of the battle report, Anduin enraged. His face contorted, and his eyes bulged out, making him look like Demons of the Burning Legion.
"Absurd! Full of lies! How dare you slander the great Garrosh and desecrate my hero!"
Bright Holy Light enveloped Anduin's body, and he floated up like a war god, the Holy Light forming a sword that slashed fiercely at the poor guard.
Another guard heard the commotion and came in to investigate. He found the guard who had presented the intelligence lying on the ground, his body charred beyond recognition.
"Is there something you need?" Anduin asked, his face fierce.
"A message from SI:7: a spy has infiltrated the guards and is slandering the great Warchief Garrosh." The guard pointed to the corpse on the ground.
"It's alright, I've already executed him." Anduin licked his lips and said viciously, "No one can slander the great Warchief Garrosh. Orcs are the most perfect race in Azeroth. I only regret not being born Orcs."
Undercity.
Sylvanas, sitting on her throne with her long legs crossed, carefully read the latest battle reports, while Antonidas remained calm before her.
"Garrosh's strength is so weak after fusing with the Heart of Darkness?" Sylvanas asked in disbelief.
Antonidas bowed slightly.
"I was there when Garrosh merged with the Heart of Darkness. Although he became a giant over ten meters tall, it was just brute force. I'm confident I can defeat him."
Sylvanas nodded, stood up, and said, "Unfortunately, too many people have been deceived by Garrosh. We shouldn't make a move until they're all dead."
Antonidas's eyes lit up:
"Your Majesty is wise. Blindness makes people lose their minds. If we save them, we will surely be bitten in return, and it will be a loss for us. Why not wait until they are all dead?"