Pandaria, surrounded by mountains.
An age of darkness, ancient and long.
Despair ran rampant, terror shrouded all.
In the Vale of Eternal Blossoms, thunder roared.
Heaven and earth darkened together, breeding ominous portents.
His name was Lei Shen, King of Thunder and Lightning.
Lightning flashed and thunder crashed, leaving the land withered.
His divine power was boundless, and his rule was tyrannical.
Under the tyrant's iron fist, none could escape.
Grand palaces and mighty cities rose into the clouds.
The majesty of royal power drew tribute from all directions.
Pity the laboring slaves, shackled and chained.
The years wore on, and even the tyrant could not escape.
The seas turned to fields, and the clouds dispersed like smoke.
Thunder slept in the folds of Kun-Lai Summit.
Zandalar's blood prayed for him.
Zandalar's voice summoned him.
On the Pandaria Continent, the flames of war still burned fiercely.
On the Mantid lands outside the Great Wall, forces from every faction fought with all their might. The allied armies launched a full offensive from three directions, attempting to form an encirclement, while the Mantid naturally had no intention of letting them succeed and split into three forces to intercept them.
Along with the Burning World War, countless sha demons emerged across the Valley of the Mantid and the Terrace of Endless Spring, throwing the entire situation into even greater chaos.
Then, at that moment, another force that no one had expected suddenly entered the fray and immediately gave every faction caught in the melee a brutal beating, leaving them all stunned.
Lei Shen had been resurrected.
This most brutal, powerful, and ambitious Mogu Emperor in history had restored his Lei Shen Dynasty on the Isle of Thunder. At the same time, he gathered large numbers of the Mogu race, while the Zandalari Trolls