Sylvanas, naturally suspicious, asked doubtfully, "Who exactly are you? And why are you willing to help me?"
The Black-Robed Man replied, "You have no choice: believe me, or don't."
Sylvanas lowered her head and thought about it carefully. The Black-Robed Man was extremely powerful, and his life or death was in his hands. This made her believe it.
"Alright, I'll immediately prepare an elite force to raid Garrosh's camp."
Based on Garrosh's understanding of Sylvanas, she would likely choose to flee. The Lightforging Centaurs have no leader; they can simply be recruited.
In this way, Garrosh's power expanded again, and in the end, only Magatha and his Lightforging Tauren were left, unable to cause any major trouble. If Garrosh wanted, he could turn the Tauren back into food at any time.
Suddenly, a piercing alarm sounded in the camp. A trusted confidant rushed into the tent to report that Sylvanas had personally led an elite force in a surprise attack.
"Fine, fine, this utterly foolish woman!"
Garrosh, instead of being angry, laughed and ordered his men to help him put on his armor. He was worried that if his opponent escaped, it would be too difficult to catch him, but unexpectedly, the opponent delivered himself to his doorstep.
The New Lightforged Orcs protected its Warchief like an iron barrel, Sylvanas ventured deep into their territory alone, like a cheetah charging into a pride of lions.
Loyal New Lightforged Orcs attacked from all directions, but Sylvanas gritted her teeth and charged towards Garrosh's location without hesitation.
Logically, the few elite troops she led should have been exhausted long ago, but for some reason, they advanced unstoppable, and the Orcs that surrounded them were no match for them, falling down like harvested wheat.
Sylvanas secretly breathed a sigh of relief; the Black-Robed Man had indeed kept his promise and secretly assisted her.
Garrosh, who was commanding the central army, hadn't even finished putting on his armor when his trusted aide rushed in in a panic:
"Warchief, it's terrible! Sylvanas is coming! Our people can't hold her off!"
"What? How is this possible?"
Garrosh couldn't believe his ears, staring in disbelief, and hurriedly pulled out a Teleportation Scroll.
Garrosh tore open the Teleportation Scroll, but remained in the same spot.
"Someone has interfered with the transmission."
The shouts of battle outside grew closer and closer. Garrosh, disregarding his armor, could only grab his sword and shield.
The curtain was lifted, and Sylvanas, dressed in military attire, entered the central command tent. The soldiers protecting Garrosh fell one after another before they could even resist, leaving only Garrosh alone.
"Garrosh, you didn't expect that, did you? Your Orcs are utterly pathetic, a bunch of useless trash," Sylvanas mocked arrogantly.
Garrosh hastily threw down his weapon, knelt on the ground, and pleaded, "Your Majesty, for the sake of our past camaraderie, please spare me! I am willing to relinquish all military power."
Sylvanas, head held high and chest puffed out, said proudly, "That's not enough."
Garrosh prostrated himself on the ground, weeping bitterly, and said, "I'll do anything to live, even be your dog."
"I knew it! Grommash Hellscream and his son are both useless!" Sylvanas laughed heartily.
Sylvanas won, selecting an Orcs who resembled Garrosh in appearance and build to replace him and lock him in the Dog Cage.
Garrosh was then taken away by the Black-Robed Man.
Above the Vale of Vale of Eternal Blossoms, Garrosh looked anxiously at the animal enclosures below, vaguely guessing what was going on.
The Black-Robed Man sighed and said:
"Jaina has disappointed me greatly; she is inadequate. Garrosh Hellscream, you are a great hero revered by the Pandaren; perhaps you can change their minds."
Garrosh was dumbfounded and hurriedly explained:
"My lord, if you only wish to save the Pandaren of the Vale of Eternal Blossoms, I have a better way. I am willing to elevate them and make Pandaren the noblest race in Azeroth."
The Black-Robed Man snorted coldly:
"What's the point of change under the rule of tyranny? It's like when Jiyun Fengzi replaced Taran Zhu, she only intensified the exploitation. You must personally experience the tragic history of the Pandaren. You have to taste the bitter fruit of the evil you have woven with your own hands. No one is innocent."
Garrosh fell from the clouds, his consciousness plunging into darkness.
When he woke up, he found himself transformed into a Pandaren, and waves of excruciating pain coursed through his body.
Two Pandaren overseers lashed his back repeatedly, leaving it raw and bleeding.
"Get up, you useless piece of trash! He who does not work, he... he who does not work, he he who does not work, he"
Garrosh was unaware of the situation here, so he simply closed his eyes and thought to himself, "Go ahead and kill me if you dare."
The overseer really beat him to death.
When he regained consciousness, Garrosh found himself still Pandaren.
Only then did he realize that he was trapped in an endless cycle.
To avoid further torment, Garrosh had no choice but to work hard in the fields. Although he had been a farmer in Nagrand, his skills had long since become rusty. The Pandaren's bodies were not strong enough, and he was so exhausted that his back ached and he was in unbearable pain. He couldn't get up the next morning no matter what.
So he paid the price for his laziness and was sent to the Slaughterhouse.
The terrible cycle has begun again; the brutal experience in the Slaughterhouse is too painful to recall, and Garrosh can only grit his teeth and endure it.
Forced to wake up before dawn every day and toil until Midnight, eating unpalatable food, Garrosh quickly became numb and indifferent, working tirelessly without complaint.
On this day, while Garrosh was working in the fields, he saw a female Pandaren walking around, not working, and muttering something to herself.
No matter how the overseer whipped him, he remained like a wooden figure, his eyes vacant and unresponsive.
Upon carefully listening to what the female Pandaren was reciting, Garrosh was astonished to find that it was all incredibly profound magical knowledge. He could now confirm that the female Pandaren before him was indeed Jaina.
The female Pandaren was sent to the Slaughterhouse. Garrosh inquired about her and found out that a few days later, another female Pandaren with a similar appearance appeared nearby.
Under the cover of night, Garrosh, despite the day's weariness, went to visit Jaina.
Inside a dilapidated thatched hut, Garrosh saw Jaina, the Pandaren, once a stunningly beautiful woman, but now resembling a madwoman with a strange and erratic personality.
"Jaina!" Garrosh suddenly called out softly from behind.
The female Pandaren shuddered, moved, and abruptly turned around, revealing a perfect smile that hinted at some of her former self:
"Interesting. Can you tell me who you are?"
Garrosh breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm glad to see you're not crazy. I am Garrosh."
Jaina giggled for a long time:
"So you've got yourself in here too. That's great! In this godforsaken place, it makes no difference whether you're crazy or not. I've never done farm work before, and I don't want to learn, so I'll just stay this way."
"You've given up? That's not like you." Garrosh used reverse psychology. "Don't you want to escape?"
Jaina shrugged and sneered, "I've tried everything, everything you can think of and everything you can't. I've given up hope of escaping."
Garrosh took a deep breath. "There must be a way. How about we cooperate?"
Jaina glanced at him indifferently and chuckled, "Save your energy. These short-lived Pandaren have no redeeming qualities other than arrogance."