"You think you can defeat the Horde's Warchief? Sargeras trembles before me!"
Garrosh spoke harshly, his eyes darting around as if he were fleeing. He finally managed to break free from the two mud arms, Sha energy filled the air, and more and more arms emerged from the ground, like a dense forest.
Guardian Kaolan cast the Sha Touch, and Garrosh's body was covered in a thick Shadow power, as if countless Imps were tearing at his flesh.
Garrosh let out a muffled groan, the pain igniting his fighting spirit. Garrosh went into a berserk state, broke free from the black arm's grasp, and ran out of the camp.
But he hadn't run far when a mountain-like arm emerged, its five fingers spread wide, gripping Garrosh tightly.
Elder Regail seized the opportunity to unleash Lightning Bolt, leaving Garrosh's body charred and burnt.
The Warchief suffered a setback, but it did not diminish the blind worship of the people towards him.
The soldiers of the four-tribe allied forces held an optimistic attitude and engaged in serious discussions.
"The Warchief is making a fool of these three overconfident fools."
"Yes, how could the Invincible Warchief lose? He just wanted to make the battle more interesting."
"It's time! Look, the Warchief is about to retaliate."
Garrosh let out a roar, Heart of Darkness spewed out a purple aura, causing Garrosh's muscles to bulge. He finally broke free from Blackhand's restraints.
At the same time, his body was covered by a layer of deep purple dark power, like thick armor protecting him, making his size even larger.
"No one can defeat me, I am the chosen one, I am the king of the universe." Garrosh threw his Battle Axe, aiming at the three elders in the air.
The three elders calmly dodged the axes, water arrows, Lightning Bolts, Sha Energy Touch, which continued to rain down on Garrosh.
The newly formed armor was incredibly sturdy and could not harm Garrosh. Elder Regail and Elder Asani nodded simultaneously, channeling their own Sha energy into the Guardian Kaolan.
Guardian Kaolan let out a low growl and unleashed Sha Energy Touch amplified power.
The terrible corrosion caused Garrosh's newly grown armor to fall off. His flesh and blood could not withstand the Corruptive Power, and large pieces of it peeled off, exposing his bones in many places.
Garrosh screamed in agony and knelt on one knee.
The three elders then focused their power on Regail fired a Lightning Bolt. Garrosh's body crackled with electricity, burning like charcoal, and he finally collapsed.
The Invincible Warchief Garrosh has been defeated.
The Orcs Camp descended into chaos, and soldiers scattered and fled.
The camp of the four-tribe allied forces was deathly silent; people could hardly believe their eyes.
How could Garrosh, the Warchief could shatter Azeroth with a single hand, be defeated?
Just as the three elders were about to end Garrosh's life, the voice of the Tauren echoed through the allied camp.
It was that Tauren from the Dove of Peace Dove, whose entire family had been eaten by Orcs, who shouted hoarsely:
"People of Azeroth, Warchief Garrosh is our everything, more important than our lives. For Azeroth, for Pandaria, let us fight bravely, fight for the Warchief, protect the Warchief with our flesh and blood. I will be the first to lead the Charge."
Led by the Tauren, several more voices rang out:
"Warchief Garrosh is Azeroth's only hope; he is the eternal light in our hearts. For our ideals, for the Warchief, charge!"
"The opportunity to prove our courage has arrived! Fight for the Warchief, fight for Azeroth!"
Led by an unknown force, hundreds of thousands of soldiers from the four tribes' camps surged forward like waves of the sea. They were unarmed and unarmored, and each one of them seemed to have gone mad.
The three elders' hands trembled uncontrollably.
They began to understand what the Sha of Fear meant by the most terrible dead end, the deepest despair and fear.
Every tyrant who slaughters the world does not do it himself, but with a large group of accomplices.
These soldiers from the four races— the Jinyu, the Yaungol, the Pandaren, and the Hozen —are both perpetrators and victims, now acting as if they've gone mad.
Defeating Garrosh is easy, but defeating their Warchief is far too difficult.
Soldiers from all four races stormed into the Orcs camp, surrounding Garrosh, chests out, protecting their Warchief, the executioner who had slaughtered countless members of their people.
Garrosh's charred body emitted billowing black smoke, and the Heart of Darkness throbbed with a drum-like rhythm. The soldiers around him were drawn to it and unconsciously moved toward Garrosh.
Then, their flesh melted away, and they couldn't even scream anymore.
Three thousand allied soldiers lost their lives in an instant. Garrosh recovered from his injuries and resumed the battle, Pride looking at the three figures in the sky.
"See? Everyone is willing to die for me. How can you possibly defeat me?"
The three elders looked grim; they knew they had failed, defeated by the very people they had tried to save.
"Let's go, we've lost," Guardian Kaolan said wearily.
"I'm beginning to understand what natural selection is; the Jinyu have no future." Elder Regail smiled bitterly, a wave of despair washing over him.
"The Sha of Fear is right, our actions are pointless," Elder Asani sighed.
The three elders were plunged into despair and fear, and returned to Terrace of Endless Spring to reflect on their actions behind closed doors.
The chaotic farce ended quickly. Garrosh, fearing damage to his reputation, conspired with General Nazgrim to devour the witnesses of that night— the Orcs and the four-race alliance— Mantid suffered excruciating torment before dying.
Before long, the Caverns of Time sent new Orcs, and the four races successively sent their own people. The new soldiers continued to spread the Mythic of Garrosh's Invincible.
Inside the inn on the Mistveil Trestle, Thrall and Vol'jin were drinking tea.
Vol'jin flipped through the latest intelligence reports, muttering to himself, "Apart from the Pandaren protected by the Shado-Pan Monastery, the four races of Pandaria are on the verge of extinction and pose no threat. However, Garrosh's strength has increased. The combined Tough Jerky of the four races have brought him 100,000 Orcs in return, who are training day and night in the Mantid Highlands."
"You think you can conquer Azeroth with just 100,000 Orcs?" Thrall cursed, then asked, "How is poor Prince Anduin?"
Vol'jin replied, "Anduin has returned to Stormwind City and is trying to persuade Varian to surrender to the Orcs."
Thrall's gaze tightened slightly. "If Varian gives in, then we're in trouble. We should send Velen to stop Anduin's recklessness. What has Garrosh been up to lately?"
Vol'jin whispered, "Garrosh has already found out who the attackers were that night. They were three elders from Terrace of Endless Spring. At Garrosh's instigation, the various races of Pandaria have been sending people to attack Terrace of Endless Spring, but unfortunately, with little success. Garrosh plans to lead the campaign himself."
Terrace of Endless Spring is located on the Mistveil Trestle.
Thrall chuckled coldly, "So that's how it is. Under the guise of conquering Terrace of Endless Spring, they actually wanted to deal with me. The time has come; it's my turn to retaliate."