Garrosh was desperate and looked helplessly at Jaina, only to see an indifferent face.
The pandaren in the Vale of Eternal Blossoms have returned to a peaceful life. In order to reduce the frequency of entering the slaughterhouse, Garrosh can only work hard, being half exhausted every day and having no time to care.
Jaina continued to wander crazily, muttering in a language that no one else could understand.
On this day, an overseer came to Garrosh:
"You are very lucky. Warchief Jaina wants to entertain distinguished guests, and you were chosen as the main meal."
Garrosh resisted at first, but then he thought again and realized that this might not be an opportunity.
In order to save water, the pandaren did not bathe. The smell was terrible. Because it became the warchief's staple food, Garrosh had the opportunity to take a bath and coat his whole body with a layer of golden honey.
The cleaned Garrosh was placed on the dining table. It seemed that the distinguished guests liked to eat alive.
The banquet began, and the first person to enter the restaurant was Magatha, the leader of the light-forged tauren. The former leader of the Grimtotem seemed very unhappy, with a gloomy look on his face.
Not long after, two distinguished guests arrived. Garrosh was stunned to see that they were two acquaintances, King Saurfang and Zul'jin.
Saurfang and Zuljin supported the head of state Mal'gok, while Sylvanas was Durotan's subordinate. The two sides had an antagonistic relationship, and Garrosh secretly guessed the purpose of the dinner.
As soon as he saw the pandaren on the dining table, Saurfang's eyes lit up:
"Haha, Pandaren, this is exactly the food I like."
After saying that, regardless of etiquette, he bit off Garrosh's right hand and chewed it.
Garrosh was so painful that he burst into tears. For the sake of the overall situation, he could only endure it temporarily and remain silent.
After another long while, Sylvanas finally appeared, sitting at the head seat at the dining table, and said calmly:
"Saurfang, Zul'jin, we are all old friends. Don't let anyone know about it. The head of state, Mal'gok, must have something to ask for when he sends you here. You might as well just say it."
Saurfang grinned and said: "Sylvanas, congratulations on becoming the warchief. To tell you the truth, the head of state Mal'gok wants to move Highmaul into Azeroth, and he has taken a fancy to Lordaeron.
We need a piece of land to pass through Theramore’s Gate of Holy Light. We also ask the warchief to cooperate and not to embarrass us.”
Sylvanas smiled slightly, ignored it, and turned to look at Magatha:
"How have you considered the proposal made the day before yesterday?"
Magatha stood up angrily, waved his arms and said: "Tauren will never become food again."
Sylvanas said coldly: "You have also heard that the ogres are going to enter Azeroth. Something big has happened in the Vale of Eternal Blossoms and they cannot provide enough meat. Azeroth is facing life and death. The tauren have an obligation to stand.
Come out and make a selfless contribution."
Magatha was furious: "I didn't see any life and death, I only saw a group of greedy ogres. Don't forget that you are a member of Azeroth and have the responsibility and obligation to prevent the invasion of foreign enemies."
Zuljin said in a low voice: "Tauren, this is a deal. The Frostwolf Clan and the Thundergod Clan led by Lord Durotan are also going to enter Azeroth. The land they chose is Winterspring Valley. Everything we do is
To save Azeroth."
Garrosh secretly wondered why the heads of state Mal'gok and Durotan were moving to Azeroth at the same time.
"Save, huh, what I saw was destruction, Sylvanas. I thought your nature would change after accepting the Holy Light, but the result is still the same." Magatha gritted her teeth.
Sylvanas stood up, looked directly into Magatha's eyes and said, "I have never changed. The more I betray Azeroth, the more I get."
"Hmph, the tauren are different from before. We will fight for freedom." Magatha slammed the table.
Sylvanas laughed so hard she said, "Poor old guy, look who he is."
A strong tauren walked into the tent and knelt down in front of Sylvanas.
Magatha's expression changed. The young tauren's name was Rom. The wild totem, although he had no blood relationship with Magatha, was better than his biological mother and son.
From a long time ago, Magatha realized that her hands were stained with the blood of innocent people and she would pay the price sooner or later, so she trained Rom to one day become his successor and lead the Wild Totem to a bright future.
"Rom, are you crazy? Get up quickly and don't kneel down to this crazy woman."
Rom was unmoved and still prostrate on the ground. Sylvanas raised her head and said with a smile:
"Magatha, it's your fault for living too long. Your heir couldn't wait any longer. He betrayed the light-forged tauren in exchange for my support. It's an honor that the tauren will continue to serve as food."
"You, you traitor." Magatha was so angry that she couldn't speak.
Sylvanas clapped her hands, and a group of light-forged centaurs rushed in and subdued Magatha:
"Magatha, you are no longer useful. I will judge you for the crime of destroying Azeroth. If the tauren do not become food, it will be equivalent to destroying Azeroth."
Magatha was sent to Orgrimmar Prison, and Sylvanas turned to look at the guest:
"You have all seen that the tauren, the pandaren, and the two main sources of meat in Azeroth are now in my hands. The ogres also eat meat. I am willing to open the Gate of Holy Light and
If we provide enough meat, we don’t know whether Head of State Margok is sincere.”
Saurfang tore off a piece of meat from Garrosh's right leg and chewed it. He hesitated for a while and said:
"The head of state Mal'gok swears to ally with the blood elves of Silvermoon City forever."
Sylvanas' face darkened and she said unhappily: "You are a naked threat. If you give me a reason, I will do my best to stop the ogre."
Saurfang shook his finger and said: "Warchief, please listen to me. Head of State Mal'gok is willing to help the blood elves eliminate the threat of magic addiction."
Sylvanas was surprised. The high elves in Silvermoon City had never really gotten rid of their addiction to magic, and even now they still rely on the magic of the Sunwell.
After thinking for a while, Sylvanas said gloomily: "Holy light can indeed replace magic energy to relieve magic addiction. If it is this way, I can do it too."
Saurfang shook his head: "It's not the Holy Light, but another way to solve the magic addiction once and for all without any side effects."
"I don't believe it." Sylvanas' eyes widened with suspicion on her face.
Zuljin added on the side: "Her Royal Highness, we have enough evidence. I think you should know that the draenei's magical talent is extremely excellent. On the planet Argus, the draenei people and the upper class 10,000 years ago
Elves also abused magic, and later wandered into the starry sky, gradually abandoning magic and believing in the Holy Light, and have never been troubled by magic addiction."
Sylvanas was very envious of the excellent talents of the Draenei and asked seriously: "So what?"
Zul'jin replied:
"In the hundreds of years in the world of Draenor, Prophet Velen abandoned countless Draenei, deprived them of the Holy Light, beat them half to death and drove them out of the city, leaving them to fend for themselves. Some of them were killed by orcs.
They were eaten, and some were captured by the ogres. The ogres suppressed their appetite and turned to magic research. Although they failed to obtain the magical talents of the draenei, they inadvertently found the antidote to their magic addiction.