The visitor has four slender legs. If you ignore the insect's mouthparts, his face is beautiful. There is a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, exuding the pressure of a king.
"Queen of the Mantid, Xak'sir."
Garrosh took a breath. Now that his body was huge and fused with the Heart of Darkness, it was impossible to teleport with the help of spells. He had no choice but to face him head-on.
"Warchief of the Horde, Garrosh Hellscream."
The Queen of Great Xia, Xia Keshier, has a very beautiful voice. Her slightly hoarse voice has a refreshing charm. She stands firmly on her four legs with evil aura and glances at the bloody rivers of Pandaria on the island.
clan, smiling very happily:
"Look at these ignorant idiots. I have wanted to kill them countless times, but unfortunately they always hide like annoying rats. Thank you, Chief, for fulfilling my wish for many years."
Garrosh opened his mouth and said with a ferocious face: "I just want to make them into hard meat jerky, and then exchange them for more orcs, a bunch of incompetent garbage. I never care about their life or death, but you helped me."
I will deal with this group of trash once and for all."
Xia Kexier lowered his eyebrows and smiled and said: "It seems that we had a dispute. These flesh and blood are mine. There are many children in the Heart of Fear who need to be fed. My kind chief, you should not want to see a group of pitiful people."
Let the children starve.”
"Mantid cubs are not children." The purple aura gathered and formed a huge axe. Garrosh shouted: "I will not give in."
Xia Keshier let out a small sigh: "It seems that a dispute is indispensable. We mantids have always been peace-loving."
Garrosh's body swayed, and an afterimage flashed past. His body seemed motionless, but behind Xak'siel, another Garrosh appeared.
"Go to hell, you flying insect." Garrosh held the battle ax in both hands, leaped high, and slashed at the queen's back.
Xak'sir's limbs infected by the power of evil still stood firmly, but her upper body strangely rotated 180 degrees to look at Garrosh.
Garrosh's head was violently shaken, his limbs became limp, and his weapon fell to the ground.
The Evil Eye of the Queen of Great Xia will cause you to be charmed if you look at the Queen. The effect depends on your willpower, and Garrosh's willpower is obviously not enough.
"Kneel down, you savage orc." The Queen's voice was full of majesty.
Garrosh's legs weakened and he knelt on the ground uncontrollably.
"Slap yourself in the mouth and repent for your rudeness." The Queen ordered again.
Garrosh raised his arms and slapped his mouth left and right, causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere.
On the island where Niuzao Temple is located, the leaders of various ethnic groups are among the few survivors. They looked at Garrosh who committed suicide and were dumbfounded. Infused with the dark heart of Y'shaarj, the invincible warchief Garrosh was actually killed by the Queen of Great Xia.
He was easily subdued, much beyond their expectations.
"Impossible, how could the great chief be so incompetent?" Yehandos, the leader of the buffalo people, squeezed his thigh hard. He was not dreaming.
Lu Shui, the elder of the Jinyu people, stroked his beard and said: "The chief must be invincible. I guess his ability has been restrained by the Queen of Daxia."
"Yes, I believe the great chief is invincible." Hook, the leader of the hozen, scratched his head.
The ear-piercing scream came, and Garrosh's confused eyes immediately regained their brightness, and he stood up and glared at Shakosir.
Xia Kexier complained unhappily: "You have come to ruin my good deeds again."
A burst of laughter came: "Shakoshir, you treat Garrosh like this, many people are not convinced."
Dark purple mist covered the sky, condensing into a deformed figure, covered with tentacles and edges and corners, with unspeakable grotesque shapes. The leaders of each tribe were silent and did not dare to breathe. This was an evil demon, the most evil among the seven evils.
The evil that makes people fear.
The Sha of Fear let out an evil laugh, and Garrosh's body trembled uncontrollably. The Sha of Fear rushed in front of Garrosh, and its tentacles grabbed Garrosh's throat and pressed his head to the ground.
Rub back and forth.
Garrosh let out a miserable howl, his face bloody and bloody.
"Frail creatures of flesh and blood, fear is your greatest weakness."
The Sha of Fear grabbed Garrosh and threw him gently: "Queen, I hope your strength has not weakened."
"I can live for ten thousand years." Xak'sir raised a foot and kicked Garrosh back to the Sha of Fear.
"I don't like this beast, so I'd better give it back to you." The Sha of Fear threw a skull and bit Garrosh's body. Blood flowed, and Garrosh flew towards Shake'hir again.
Shakesir's long mouthparts passed across Garrosh's body, causing a burst of blood: "The meat tastes good, why don't you try it."
The Sha of Fear breathed out a terrifying breath, and one of Garrosh's arms immediately withered:
"The essence of flesh and blood really tastes good. Let's share it together."
Garrosh flew back and forth between the two powerful beings, constantly losing flesh and blood, and had to beg for mercy loudly:
"Spare me, don't kill me, I am willing to be your slave, and I am willing to give all the tribes to the mantid to eat."
Garrosh cried bitterly and kept wailing for mercy. The leaders of all the tribes in Pandaria were dumbfounded. They did not expect that the warchief of the tribe turned out to be such a person.
One of the leaders of the Pandaren said with admiration: "The chief can bend and stretch. He is truly a great hero. I cannot match him."
After a long time, Xak'sir and the Sha of Fear stopped this boring game, and Garrosh collapsed on the ground, like a puddle of minced meat, and his human form was no longer visible.
Countless mantids descended from the sky and grabbed the bloody corpses on the ground. Many soldiers were still alive, groaning in pain.
The mantid took away the dead bodies, and the living wounded soldiers were even worse. The mantid laid eggs in their bodies. Not long after, the densely packed little mantid burst out of their bodies, eating their flesh and blood bit by bit until the remaining ones were left.
Lower skeleton.
Looking at this tragic scene, Yehandos asked feebly: "What are we doing for what?"
"We were all fooled. Garrosh is not as strong as the rumors say. He is just an incompetent waste." Elder Lu Shui regretted it.
The leader of the hozen, Hook, had a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, eager to get rid of responsibility: "I told you not to trust Garrosh, but you didn't listen."
The leader of the pandaren sighed: "Is there any point in talking about this? So many people have died, how will we explain to the people when we go back?"
After the mantid cleared the battlefield and took away all the corpses, the Sha of Dread asked strangely: "Why not kill Garrosh?"
Shakesir smiled and looked at the leaders of the various tribes: "There are still a lot of these wastes in Pandaria. As long as Garrosh is still alive, they can continue to come to die."
The Sha of Fear laughed and said, "Garrosh is truly the savior of Pandaria."
"We eliminated a lot of useless waste, I really want to thank him!" Xia Kexier looked proud.
The mantid withdrew, and Garrosh stood up abruptly. A large amount of purple aura emerged from the heart of darkness, repairing his body.
After recovering from his injuries, Garrosh came to the island, carrying a huge battle ax in his hand, and glared at the leaders of Pandaria's tribes: