Pandaria Continent, Terrace of Endless Spring.
The defensive line of the Imperial Court Mantid faction was steadily contracting. They truly could not hold out any longer.
Yes, as distant relatives and derivative variants of the Aqir, the Mantid had inherited the insectoid race's greatest trait: numbers.
Their armies were endless, blotting out the sky and covering the earth. They could sweep over their enemies like a tidal wave, and they did not care how many of their own died; they reproduced at an absurdly fast rate.
But even they could not withstand dying like this! The casualty rate was fucking ridiculous.
Heavy machine guns raked them down, artillery fire scoured the ground, and armored infantry charged while firing their rifles and cannons. The Mantid truly did not want to keep fighting.
Still, as the old saying went, blessings never came in pairs, but misfortunes never came alone.
Sometimes, the more you did not want something, the more it came your way. Like the situation now.
Another heavyweight contender officially entered the field.
As Azeroth's renowned female dragon scholar... ahem, wrong script. This had nothing to do with Deathwing. Lord Wing had not the slightest interest in Pandaria Continent.
As a seasoned old rogue of the World of Azeroth, Boss Hu, this Titan brother, lived by one core principle: loaf around, eat, drink, have fun, and screw around. He absolutely would not do proper work—not in this lifetime. Such a thing did not exist.
Still, sometimes he was bored out of his mind, so he had to find something to do and make a small show of his presence, letting the world know he was not dead yet.
An exceptionally special connection of divine power flickered faintly around Boss Hu's heart, pulsing vaguely. The other end of that connection led to