The first thousand five hundred and seventy chapters: the cattle on the hero
In fact, Khadgar had no intention of asking the head of state, Mal'gok, for help, thinking that joining forces with Chen Stormstout would be enough to subdue Sylvanas.
Sylvanas' confidence forced him to change his plan.
With Khadgar's help, both parties jointly built a permanent teleportation circle from Orgrimmar to the Vale of Eternal Blossoms.
On this day, Orgrimmar was as sunny and sunny as the Vale of Eternal Blossoms. The wide teleportation circle shone with golden light and could pass through a team of thousands of people at a time.
Sylvanas, dressed in military uniform, inspected the team in front of the teleportation circle.
In addition to the light-forged centaurs, light-forged quilboars, and light-forged tauren serving as food and forward troops, Orgrimmar's reinforcements totaled 200,000 people.
Khadgar showed off without leaving a trace: "Warchief, this teleportation circle incorporates Holy Light spells and consumes Holy Light energy. Draenor's Holy Light is endless, so you can use it with confidence."
Sylvanas narrowed her eyes and asked, "If Chen Stormstout wants to launch a sneak attack, when is the most appropriate time?"
Khadgar's heart tightened and he said calmly: "Of course, right after the teleportation, he will fall into a brief dizziness due to the fluctuation of space spells."
Sylvanas said confidently: "I want to see if Chen Stormstout has the guts."
After that, Sylvanas led a thousand carefully selected personal guards and took the lead in setting foot on the teleportation circle.
Khadgar's eyes widened, he didn't expect Sylvanas to be so courageous.
You must know that someone with a noble status like the chief of a tribe will never personally commit danger as the vanguard. The so-called leading by example is just a lie.
With so much confidence, I don't know if Chen Stormstout can seize the opportunity.
With a flash of light, Sylvanas's team of a thousand people disappeared and was successfully teleported to the Valley of Eternal Blossoms.
Chen Stormstout had been waiting beside the teleportation circle for a long time. When he saw Sylvanas being teleported among the first batch, although he was a little surprised, he did not take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack. He strode forward to greet him and said politely:
"Warchief Sylvanas, long time no see. I was eaten by Thrall back then. Thanks to you for helping me resurrect from death. I will always bear this kindness in my heart."
Waking up from a slight dizziness, Sylvanas was a little surprised and said with a smile:
"Speaking of being eaten by Thrall, we have all had the same experience. Chen Stormstout, someone said you wanted to take the opportunity to replace me. Is there such a thing?"
Chen Stormstout showed surprise and pretended to be surprised: "Who is instigating dissension? How could I be that kind of person? Who doesn't know that I am the great hero of Azeroth and the moral role model of the Pandaren?
He has impeccable conduct and has saved Azeroth time and time again."
Sylvanas replied calmly: "You betrayed countless pandaren and fed them to the orcs as military rations. You are truly a hero."
Chen Stormstout smiled and said: "Both and each other, Silvermoon City was not used as a meat warehouse by the orcs back then. If you dare to be angry and dare not speak out, you can only find trouble with Arthas."
The words were not speculative and full of gunpowder, but Sylvanas secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
If the other party really has a conspiracy, they won't come forward so forcefully. They probably just want to establish an equal cooperative relationship.
Sylvanas relaxed her vigilance slightly, waved her hand and said: "I have brought you the most needed military rations. I wonder if you have the guts to taste it."
Chen Stormstout laughed and said, "What are you afraid of?"
There was another flash of light on the teleportation circle, this time the light-cast tauren were teleported, half of them were wearing thick armor, holding all kinds of terrifying weapons, and were well-equipped.
The other half of the tauren only wore a piece of cloth around their waists and were wrapped in chains, the most high-end ingredients in Azeroth.
Sylvanas's voice was steady: "Although the cooking skills of trolls are far inferior to those of pandarens, they are unique in cooking tauren. These chefs of mine were trained by Vol'jin himself. Every tauren who cooks
There are more than a thousand heads, please give me some advice on their cooking skills."
Chen Stormstout said modestly: "I don't take advice seriously. The art of cooking is ever-changing and has endless mysteries. I am always learning."
The two were seated separately, and the troll chefs selected a strong tauren and cooked the beef on the spot.
The light flashed one after another, and Sylvanas' team passed through the portal one after another. Not long after, two plates of fragrant grilled steak were served.
Chen Stormstout cut off a piece of beef, dipped it in the sauce and put it in his mouth, and said with a smile:
"As expected of a light-forged tauren, the power of the holy light collides between the shredded meat. It has both the mellow aroma of beef and the sweetness of the holy light. It is truly a rare delicacy."
Sylvanas smiled and said: "Thanks for the compliment, I have always been satisfied with these chefs and take them with me wherever I go."
Chen Stormstout shook his head and changed the topic: "People say that the Dark Queen Sylvanas is very resourceful, but I think it is nothing more than that. Although the ingredients are good, it is a pity that I have not met a good chef. This cooking skill...
...Hmph, just don’t say it, lest people think that the chief doesn’t know people well.”
Despite the strong hostility, Sylvanas smiled instead of getting angry: "I would like to sincerely ask you, what's wrong with these troll chefs?"
Chen Stormstout pointed at the dipping sauce and said: "Look at the recipe of this dipping sauce, it must have come from Banshan Town. Pandaren are not good at keeping secrets, so there is nothing wrong with stealing the recipe. It's just that the trolls are brutal and ferocious, so their hands will inevitably be stained.
Blood, the best dipping sauce is stained with the smell of blood, it’s a waste of natural resources.”
Sylvanas asked: "What if you were the one cooking?"
The blood on Chen Stormstout's hands was no less bloody than anyone else's. He smiled slightly and said, "Of course, burning incense and bathing can temporarily neutralize the smell of blood, so that the original taste of the ingredients can be maintained."
The expressions of several troll chefs changed. They had indeed secretly learned cooking skills in Mid-Levels Town. The so-called training by Wojin himself was just a flattering statement. After all, Wojin's cooking skills were average, but he didn't expect that there was so much emphasis on it.
Chen Stormstout added:
"The way of cooking lies in change, changing the heat according to the ingredients. If it were the previous tauren, there would be no problem cooking like this. But the light-forged tauren are different. The power of the holy light is contained in the beef. The most appropriate way is
Cooking with the fire of the Holy Light, but unfortunately these trolls use firewood, which conflicts with the Holy Light, is neither fish nor fowl, and wastes this excellent food."
Chen Stormstout spoke eloquently, but Sylvanas knew nothing about cooking and couldn't speak. In a rage, she pulled out a broken knife and cut the throats of several troll chefs.
"The great chief is so courageous."
Chen Stormstout clapped his hands in praise, then sneered and mocked:
"People say that governing a big country is like cooking small dishes. The way of governing a country is the same as cooking. You should make the best of the situation and know how to adapt. Now that the Holy Light Era has arrived, Her Majesty the Queen is still as fierce and domineering as before, maintaining her rule with iron blood and killing. I'm afraid
Something is inappropriate.”
Sylvanas frowned: "I don't need you to teach me how to do things."
Chen Stormstout looked indifferent: "The warchief's stubbornness and stubbornness are actually the cancer of Azeroth. If things go on like this, it will inevitably lead to big mistakes and put all living beings in water and fire. I, Chen Stormstout, may be a small citizen.
, boldly ask the chief to give up his position, and let a wise and wise person take on this important responsibility."
Sylvanas looked at him in surprise: "I don't understand, why didn't you attack me while I was teleporting?"
At this moment, less than half of Sylvanas's army had been teleported over, and Chen Stormstout said calmly:
"Warchief, you can hide it from Khadgar, but you can't hide it from me. Not only have you not given up on necromancy, you have become more proficient in it than before."