Garrosh's Path and a New World

Within Mogu'shan Palace, in the grand, majestic reception hall suffused with imperial splendor.

This enormous Mogu-style hall was utterly disproportionate to a race of Pandaren's average height. Who knew why those Mogu built everything so ridiculously huge? At most, they were only two or three meters tall. They were hardly a race of giants even in the World of Azeroth.

After Boss Hu finished saying what needed to be said, he raised his head and looked at the enormous mural on the opposite wall. It depicted scenery, carrying a distinct ink-wash landscape style.

Emperor Shaohao, meanwhile, sank into thought, his expression deeply conflicted.

"Then I understand why the Horde expeditionary force arrived so quickly... The Horde's internal political situation is extremely severe. Warchief Garrosh used foreign war to temporarily divert these internal conflicts, but those accumulated contradictions will inevitably erupt again one day—and far more violently than before."

Boss Hu leaned back, making himself more comfortable in the antique cushioned chair.

"Exactly. And Garrosh isn't a fool. He understands this perfectly well, which is why he'll desperately seek opportunities to solidify his position and prestige. Pandaria Continent happens to offer such a perfect opportunity. As for the Heart of Y'Shaarj—if Garrosh learns of the heart essence of what was once the most powerful of the Old Gods, he'll definitely set his sights on it."

"But... that's the heart of an Old God. Mortal races can fall into madness and corruption from mere mental whispers. If Garrosh obtains that heart..."

Shaohao became even more conflicted upon hearing this. The Heart of Y'Shaarj was the source of sha energy and sha demons. No one could possibly control that thing; it was nothing more than a leaking poison gas bomb.

Boss Hu immediately shook his head. "No. That may be the ultimate fate