What Eitrigg planned was the camp of the Cenarion Expeditionary Force. The druids built this camp very solidly and relied on the power of nature to repulse Vashj's attacks many times.
Helpless, Isiel Windsong was timid and was deathly afraid of the orcs. The more he gave in, the more arrogant Eitrigg became.
Isiel Windsong knelt on the ground and begged: "Lord Eitrigg, please listen to my explanation. The Cenarion Circle expeditionary force is not large in number and there is really nothing we can do!"
Eitrigg snorted coldly: "Does this have anything to do with the large number of people and the small number of people? Nazgrel sent two five-man teams and captured the Hellfire City Wall and the Blood Furnace. The great savior Thrall could destroy it with one finger.
Outland, why are you druids such useless people?"
Isiel Fengge was frightened: "This is all my fault, please show your respect."
After a long silence, Eitrigg said coldly: "We orcs are by no means so cruel, especially the great savior Thrall, who is kind and kind. Tomorrow, the savior Thrall will enter Zan under the protection of Orgrimmar's elite troops."
Together with the swamp and the leaders of the tribes, you will prepare a dinner, which must be all meat."
"Sir, we can't do it." Isiel Fengge said with a sad face: "The range controlled by the expeditionary force is limited, and we only have plant roots and fruits in the warehouse."
"Then you have to find a way on your own." Eitrigg threatened loudly: "You are all druids anyway, so you can all turn into giant bears and cook yourself. If you can't handle this little thing,
The Cenarion Circle is ready to withdraw from the stage of history, and the waste has no right to live."
Eitrigg left in a big way, and Isiel Windsong could only find the druids in the camp to discuss it.
Although druids are close to nature, it is a pity that flesh cannot be transformed.
"I heard that there are three thousand orcs in Savior Thrall's bodyguards, and they have a lot of food."
Guardian Hamut covered his head and said: "Even if all the druids in the camp turned into bears, there wouldn't be enough for the orcs to eat."
"The great savior Thrall has worked hard and saved Azeroth countless times." A tauren druid sighed: "The savior came to our camp but could not eat enough. This is the shame of the Cenarion Circle.
For Thrall, the savior, let me start first."
After saying that, the tauren druid turned into a giant bear and slammed into the stone wall, his brains bursting out immediately.
Iser Feng Ge wiped a few tears: "Such dedication is worthy of praise. Hurry, don't waste it, pack it up and use it as food."
Hamut added: "I heard that Sal, the savior, likes to eat living animals. We druids are different from real beasts. If we encounter severe pain, we may return to human form. We must choose a druid who can endure the pain."
, honorable to make sal’s food.”
Isiel Fengge looked around: "Which of you is willing to accept this great honor?"
The druids turned pale with fright, and Isiel Fengge said angrily:
"When it's time to devote your blood, why are you resisting? Don't you know? Being eaten by the great savior Thrall is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to honor our ancestors."
Isiel Fengge looked at a troll druid. The troll druid was so frightened that he trembled. He didn't have time to turn into a giant bear and directly hit him to death.
"Incompetent waste, what a waste. May your soul never rest in peace." Isiel Fengge cursed viciously.
Hamut suggested: "Why don't we ask for help from the Emerald Dream? I believe there are many druids who are willing to be eaten by Thrall. After all, such an opportunity is very rare."
At night, Isiel Fengge fell into sleep and went deep into the Emerald Dream from the dreamland.
This is the first time Isiel has entered the Emerald Dream since the split of the Cenarion Circle.
In the hazy dream, Ishel felt that his mind was not very clear, and it took time to adapt to the Emerald Dream.
Isiel walked in a dense forest, and countless elves were flying among the trees. Isiel knew that many of these elves were turned into druids.
After discovering the outsider, many elves came to her side, and one of them made a familiar voice.
"Isiel Fengge, are you finally willing to come back? I have warned you long ago not to get too close to the orcs, or you will be eaten by the orcs."
This was an old friend from the past. Iser Feng Ge was very puzzled and retorted angrily:
"I don't understand. Being eaten by orcs is obviously a great honor. Your consciousness is really horribly low. I am ashamed to associate with you. This will stain my pure and noble heart."
"You are hopeless." The old friend left disappointed.
Iser said loudly: "The great savior Thrall has dedicated everything to Azeroth. All we can do is to make Thrall full and well-fed. I need some highly aware druids to stand up and take the initiative.
What a great honor it is to be food for the orcs. History will remember you, and future generations will be proud of you."
Most of the druids left in disappointment. Only a few tribal druids, probably used to it, took the initiative to come to Isiel's side.
"The night elf druids are really disappointing." Ishel said contemptuously: "Look at the tauren and darkspear trolls, they are the real warriors of Azeroth."
Early the next morning, at the invitation of Ishel, many druids teleported to the Cenarion Expeditionary Force camp through the Emerald Dream.
In order to welcome the savior Thrall and the leaders of the tribes, the Austrian Expeditionary Army camp became busy in full swing. A large number of druids were slaughtered, and bear skins were piled up in the warehouse.
In the evening, with loud gongs and drums, countless flowers and applause, three thousand Orgrimmar elites protected the savior Thrall and rushed to the expedition camp after a long journey.
Accompanied by the rising invincible war god Nazgrel, Tauren chief Kane Bloodhoof, Darkspear tribe leader Vol'jin, blood elf leader Lor'themar, Archmage Rothman, Countess Liadrin, etc.
Wait, there are all the famous tribal generals.
Sal was riding in a sedan that required a thousand people to carry it. The sedan was so big that it had to stop at the door.
The roads in Zangarmarsh are muddy, and soldiers have long laid down layer after layer of precious red carpets. These priceless hand-woven carpets are soaked in the sewage of Zangarmarsh.
The great savior Sal stepped down from the sedan chair, wearing a red robe, waving to everyone.
In the camp hall, Thrall took his seat at the head table.
The leaders of all tribes and tribes were waiting beside him, all of them smiling carefully and not daring to breathe.
"The weather in Zangarmarsh is good." Thrall grinned: "Today we will see the performance of the Cenarion Circle. When I entered the Ring of Earth, I ate more than half of the shaman in a month."
Isiel Feng Ge smiled flatteringly and said: "I will definitely satisfy the Savior."
Two druids turned into giant bears and carried them to Thrall.
Isiel Fengge introduced him kindly: "This is Hamuul Runetotem, the leader of the tribe's tauren druid. I heard that there was a chance of being eaten by the savior, so I rushed to Senali from Thunder Bluff at starry night.
Camp Austria.”
Sal nodded: "Not bad."
"This is the guardian Remulos. Legend has it that he is the son of Lord Cenarius. He is very honored to dedicate himself to the great savior."
Thrall smiled lightly: "I have seen the performance of the Cenarion Circle. What are you waiting for? Let's start dinner."