"Just because you want to defeat the warchief of the Horde, Sargeras trembles in front of me."
Garrosh said harsh words, his eyes rolled around, and he thought as if he was running away. He finally broke free of two clay arms. Evil energy filled the air, and more and more arms emerged from the ground, like a dense forest.
Guardian Kaulan cast the Touch of Evil, and Garrosh's body was covered in thick shadow power, as if countless imps were tearing at his flesh and blood.
Garrosh groaned, and the pain aroused the blood in his body. Garrosh fell into a violent state, broke free from the entanglement of the black arms, and ran out of the camp.
But before he could run far, a mountain-like arm came out, its fingers spread out, and it held Garrosh tightly.
Elder Rigel took the opportunity to release the lightning bolt, which only scorched Garrosh's body.
The great chief was frustrated, but it did not affect the people's blind worship of him.
The soldiers of the four-ethnic coalition were discussing seriously with an optimistic attitude.
"The chief is teasing these three villains who overestimate their abilities."
"Yes, how could the invincible chief lose? I just want to make this battle more interesting."
"It's time. Look, the chief is about to fight back."
Garrosh let out a roar, and the Heart of Darkness spurted out purple breath, causing Garrosh's muscles to bulge, and he finally broke free from the restraints of the Black Hand.
At the same time, his body was covered with a layer of dark purple power, protecting him like a thick armor, and his body became even larger.
"No one can defeat me. I am the son of destiny, and I am the king of the universe." Garrosh threw the battle ax in his hand, targeting the three elders in the air.
The three elders calmly dodged axes, water arrows, lightning bolts, and evil touches, and kept hitting Garrosh.
The new armor was extremely strong and could not hurt Garrosh. Elder Rigel and Elder Assani nodded at the same time, injecting their evil power into the body of Guardian Kaolan.
Guardian Kaolan roared and used the evil touch whose power doubled.
The terrible corrosion caused Garrosh's new armor to fall off. His flesh and blood could not withstand the force of corrosion, and large areas fell off, exposing bones in many places.
Garrosh screamed in pain and half-knelt on the ground.
The three elders gathered their power on Regal again, and Regal shot out a lightning bolt. Garrosh's body was filled with lightning and burned like black coal, and he finally fell.
The invincible Warchief Garrosh was defeated.
The orc camp fell into chaos, and the soldiers fled in all directions.
The four-ethnic coalition camp was silent, and people couldn't believe their eyes.
How could Garrosh, the warchief of Azeroth, be defeated with one hand?
The three elders were preparing to end Garrosh's life when the tauren's voice rang out in the coalition camp.
It was the tauren from the Dove of Peace whose whole family was eaten by the orcs, who shouted at the top of his lungs:
"People of Azeroth, Warchief Garrosh is everything to us. He is more important than our lives. For Azeroth and Pandaria, let us fight bravely and fight for the Warchief.
, protect the great chief with our flesh and blood, I will be the first to lead the charge."
Under the leadership of this tauren, several more voices came out:
"Warchief Garrosh is the only hope for Azeroth. He is the eternal light in our hearts. For our ideals and for the warchief, go ahead."
"The opportunity has come to prove our mettle, to fight for the Warchief, and to fight for Azeroth."
Under the leadership of someone unknown, hundreds of thousands of soldiers from the four tribes camps rushed over like waves of the sea. They were unarmed and not wearing armor. Every one of them was as if they were crazy.
The hands of the three elders couldn't help but tremble.
They began to understand what Fear of Death said about the most terrifying end of the road, the deep despair and fear.
Every tyrant who slaughtered the world did not do it himself, but had a large group of accomplices.
At present, this group of crazy soldiers from the four tribes, these Jinyu people, buffalo people, panda people, and hozens, are both the perpetrators and victims.
It is easy to defeat Garrosh, but it is too difficult to defeat the warchief in their hearts.
The soldiers of the four tribes rushed into the orc camp, crowded in front of Garrosh, and raised their chests to protect their warchief and the executioner who had slaughtered countless of their tribesmen.
Black gas billowed out of Garrosh's charred body, and the heart of darkness beat like a drum. The soldiers around him were attracted and unconsciously walked toward Garrosh.
Then, their flesh and blood melted away, and they couldn't even scream.
Three thousand coalition soldiers lost their lives in an instant. Garrosh recovered from his injuries and resumed fighting, looking arrogantly at the three figures in the sky.
"Look, everyone is willing to die for me. What can you do to defeat me?"
The three elders looked gloomy, knowing that they had failed and were defeated by the person they were trying to save.
"Let's go, we lost." Guardian Kaolan said with a tired look.
"I'm beginning to understand what natural selection is. Jinyu people have no future." Elder Ruigail smiled bitterly, feeling despair in his heart.
"The Sha of Fear is right, our actions are meaningless." Elder Assani sighed.
The three elders fell into despair and fear, and returned to Yongchun Terrace to think about their mistakes behind closed doors.
This chaotic farce ended quickly. Garrosh was worried about his reputation being damaged, so he discussed a poisonous plan with General Nazgrim. The witnesses of that night, the orcs and the four-race coalition were all given to the mantid to eat and suffered.
Died from painful torture.
Not long after, new orcs were sent to the Caverns of Time, and tribesmen from the four tribes were sent one after another. New soldiers continued to spread the myth of Garrosh's invincibility.
In the inn on the Misty Veil Plank Road, Thrall and Vol'jin were drinking tea.
Vol'jin looked through the latest intelligence and recited in a low voice: "Except for the pandaren protected by Shado Temple, the four races of Pandaria are on the verge of extinction and do not pose a threat. However, Garrosh's strength has increased, and the alliance of the four races has
He got a hundred thousand orcs in exchange for the hard meat, and he is training day and night in the Mantis Highlands."
"You want to conquer Azeroth with just one hundred thousand orcs?" Thrall cursed and asked, "How is poor Prince Anduin doing?"
Vol'jin replied: "Anduin has returned to Stormwind City and is persuading Varian to surrender to the orcs."
Thrall's eyes tightened slightly: "If Varian gives in, it will be in trouble. Velen should be sent out to stop Anduin's nonsense. What has Garrosh done recently?"
Vol'jin whispered: "Garrosh has found out that the attackers that night were three elders from Yongchun Terrace. Under Garrosh's instigation, various tribes in Pandaria continued to send people to attack Yongchun Terrace, but unfortunately it was ineffective.
Big, Garrosh plans to conquer it himself."
Yongchun Terrace is located on Wusha Plank Road.
Thrall sneered: "So, under the guise of conquering Yongchun Terrace, they actually want to deal with me. When the time comes, it's my turn to fight back."