On the Pandaria Continent, in Misty Valley, a grand event was about to take place.
The Heklar Consortium's product exhibition slowly drew back its curtain, filling all the Pandaren with curiosity.
The Shaohao Dynasty's officials also attached great importance to this exhibition. After all, the firearms and munitions they had purchased from the Night Empire had left an exceptionally deep impression on them.
With that batch of arms, the Order of the Cloud Serpent immediately equipped a fully staffed artillery regiment, and the Great Wall's external defensive capabilities instantly soared.
Each of them carried a long-range energy rifle, while an energy heavy machine gun was mounted every few sections of the wall.
Meanwhile, in slightly more open areas, cannons were positioned one after another, their dark muzzles aimed at the Scourge Lands below.
This regiment quickly proved its usefulness and strength.
Every few days, the Mantid would organize an assault on the Great Wall, sometimes large and sometimes small.
This time, however, they suffered terribly.
As usual, the flying Mantid took to the air and swarmed toward the battlements, intending to drop their amber bombs before drawing their scimitars for the familiar slaughter.
Those that could not fly drove massive amber beetles forward from the ground in a dark tide, attempting to set up siege ladders against the walls.
Then...
A sound the Mantid had never heard before rang out. The metallic rat-a-tat-tat of the heavy machine guns made them freeze for a moment.
Then death descended. Great swathes of flying Mantid were hit—either their wings were shredded apart, or their bodies were riddled with holes. They rapidly fell from the sky.
This harvest-like rate of death threw the Mantid into chaos. They had no idea what evil sorcery the Pandaren had used.
Since when had monks mastered such terrifying