After personally experiencing the horror of the mantid's century-cycle war, Blood Elf Regent Lord Lor'themar Theron could not help but marvel at the greatness of the Shado-Pan elites who had guarded the Serpent's Spine for ten thousand years.
The scale of the mantid invasion during their cycle war was even more terrifying than when the death knight Arthas had led the Scourge in its invasion of the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas.
In the sky, the mantid were like a descending night, blotting out the already scarce sunlight.
On the ground, the river of mantid devoured all the land outside the Gate of the Setting Sun. Countless mantid rushed desperately toward the gate as innumerable cannons began firing volleys at it.
Against such overwhelming numbers of mantid, there was no need to aim at all. As long as one could draw a bow, that was enough.
Shado-Pan marksmen and Firewing Legion Farstriders began shooting at the endless mantid below. After fighting for over ten thousand years, the Pandaren and mantid knew each other inside out.
The walls of the Gate of the Setting Sun were piled with vast quantities of war supplies. Countless bundles of arrows lay beside the archers; the moment one bundle was exhausted, another was delivered.
Facing such an enormous mantid invasion, Lor'themar Theron did not see panic or fear on the face of a single Shado-Pan defender.
From the moment they joined the Shado-Pan, every member had only one mission: to protect their Pandaren Empire.
The cycle war that had lasted ten thousand years had become like fate itself. Both sides had long grown accustomed to it. Even though it had begun more than a decade early, the Shado-Pan defenders were merely excited—excited that they could protect their homeland and people.
As more and more mantid surged toward