As the old saying went: with enough effort, an iron pestle could be ground into a needle. No field was ever overplowed, only oxen worked to death. And if her chest wasn't big, how could she pacify the realm?
Hey, never mind whether Lu Xun actually said it. That was basically what it meant—just get the idea.
Parallel world of Draenor, Talador region.
The overall outcome here had actually been decided before the battle even began. The Night Empire's main legions handled the ground assault, the Shaohao Dynasty's Cloud Serpent Riders served as air support, and the New Horde brothers constantly launched Goblin long-range rockets as artillery strikes. The Lightforged Judgement Army of Shattrath City had done well to hold out this long.
The Draenei Soulbinders were naturally delighted. Though they were extremely displeased with those Eredar ladies under the Night Empire, the fanatical heretical cult known as the Lightforged Judgement Army was even more hateful.
That was right—the heretical cult of Holy Light. The brothers of Azeroth's society had recently officially defined the Lightforged Judgement Army as such. There was no longer any possibility of whitewashing them. They had been directly classified as a cult that needed to be completely exterminated, receiving the same level of attention as Blood God Hakkar back then and Blood God Gorrohon recently. How were they all Blood Gods and Trolls?
Oh, speaking of G'huun, that unnatural Titan-made imitation Old God, he had been doing fairly well lately. Though the Blood Troll cult under him had been exterminated, the Titans had at least preserved him, the Boss.
G'huun had also participated in this siege of Shattrath City. Without Uldir's purification and containment facilities restraining him, this cute little fat worm was finally able to unleash one hundred percent of his personal strength.
Oh, the