As night falls, there are bonfires in the Cenarion Expedition camp, dozens of cauldrons, and bear meat is boiled to a pulp.
"What did you do, you incompetent waste?"
Eitrigg slapped his face, punched and kicked Isiel Windsong, and shouted:
"Who can eat this little meat? Does the Cenarion Circle want to destroy Azeroth? The people of Azeroth will not agree if the orcs cannot eat enough."
Isiel Fengge said solemnly: "I'm sorry, we really don't have extra manpower."
Eitrigg looked ferocious, pointed at the patrolling sentries around and said:
"Aren't there druids here? Let them turn into bears and jump into the cauldron. Only when the orcs are full can they have the strength to save Azeroth."
Isiel Windsong hurriedly defended: "Lord Eitrigg, all the druids of the Cenarion Council are willing to be the food of the orcs. These sentries are to protect the safety of the savior. The Coilfang Reservoir has been very unstable recently, and the gas
Qi came to cause trouble many times."
"Idiot." Eitrigg punched Ishel Windsong, causing her to fly away. He bared his teeth and claws and said: "The great savior Thrall can destroy the Coilfang Reservoir with one finger, and there are three thousand orcs."
The elites are capable of conquering the entire universe, and the Panya Reservoir is just a group of ants. How can you, a bunch of trash, have the qualifications to protect the savior?"
Isiel Fengge struggled to get up and could only order some of the sentinels to turn into bears.
Eitrigg cursed for a while, and his anger subsided slightly. He grabbed a druid, bit off his throat, and chewed it.
Thrall's habits have become the fine traditions of the orcs, and Eitrigg strives to learn from Thrall.
After Eitrigg left, a druid came to Isiel Windsong and whispered:
"There are only ten druids in the camp. If Vashj attacks, who will protect the savior?"
Iser Feng Ge squinted his eyes and said with disdain:
"Idiot, do you doubt the strength of the savior? Three thousand orcs are invincible to Azeroth."
The subordinates immediately shut up and did not dare to speak out. Iser Fengge had a very bad temper and often beat and scolded his subordinates.
She has the protection of the moon god Elune and can deprive the Druids of the Dove of Peace of their natural power at any time. Therefore, no one dares to resist, and even if they are eaten by orcs, they have to endure it silently.
Isiel Windsong found the last sentinel and lectured: "Remember, being eaten by orcs is the supreme honor. Moon God Elune personally promised me that although your flesh and blood are eaten by orcs, your souls can
Gain eternal life in the palace of the Moon God and enjoy eternal peace and happiness."
After three rounds of drinking, on the table in front of Thrall, Hamuul Runetotem and Guardian Remulos were both covered in blood, and bones were exposed in many places.
Thrall was very satisfied with his meal and kept nodding his head. Hamuul Runetotem endured the severe pain and said flatteringly:
"Lord Savior, the flesh and blood of our druids is rich in the power of nature, especially for a great druid with profound cultivation like me. It is a great tonic, extending life and increasing strength."
Eitrigg on the side said in a strange tone: "The great savior Thrall is enough to destroy the universe. How can you dare to talk about nourishing your little waste, with your little strength, like a firefly and the vast universe?"
Hamuul was so frightened that he quickly admitted his mistake: "Savior, I was wrong."
Without saying a word, Thrall took out a sharp dagger and cut open Hamuul's chest, preparing to take out his heart and eat it.
Suddenly, a piercing siren sounded, and there was a commotion in the camp. A Druid sentry rushed into the tent:
"Great savior, something bad has happened. Vashj's army is coming."
Eitrigg glared: "Why are you panicking? Didn't you see that the savior is having dinner? If you disturb the savior's enjoyment, all of you druids will be buried with you."
Cairn Bloodhoof glared and felt a sense of revenge. He stepped forward and knocked the Druid sentry to the ground three or two times, and then trampled it into a pulp with his hoof.
Sal stretched, yawned, and said with a smile:
"Dinner was boring, and Vashj came to join in the fun. The timing is perfect. Everyone, come with me to meet the enemy, kill a few Nagas and drink some wine."
Nazgrel was the first to kneel on the ground: "I have brought three hundred evil orcs and I am willing to fight."
When the blood elf leader Lor'themar saw this, he hurriedly came up to ask for help: "Lord Savior, I am willing to lead a hundred blood elves in my department to drive away Vashj."
Kane Bloodhoof was not to be outdone and said loudly: "Although the Tauren Guards are only fifty, they are enough to capture Vashj alive."
Wo'jin sneered in a low voice: "With only ten Darkspear Trolls, it's easy to level the Coilfang Reservoir. Wo'jin is willing to share the worries for the Savior."
Thrall was silent and lost in thought. As a qualified leader, he must know how to weigh the pros and cons and balance the strengths of all parties.
"Just because you are a bunch of trash?"
A cold and crisp voice sounded, the tent instantly shattered, countless torches flashed around, and countless Nagas surrounded the place.
Vashchi, a slender figure with a charming face, walked out of the group of Nagas, looking around with lively eyes.
Behind Vashchi is Isiel Fengge, who is covered in blood. He looks tired and has a withered face, and is wrapped in a black chain.
Although she is the leader of the expeditionary camp and can deprive her subordinates of the power of nature at will, her own strength is not strong, and she was captured alive by Vasqi in a single encounter.
The leaders of the tribe were shocked. They did not expect the Cenarion Circle to be so incompetent. Thrall's three thousand elite guards were also disappointing, and they were all wiped out so quickly.
Thrall had the quickest reaction. He took off his red robe the moment the tent was shattered, threw it to an orc guard next to him, and hurriedly hid under the table.
This orc guard was specially selected as a substitute, and he looked exactly like Thrall.
It's a pity that the enemy Thrall faced was a Naga with excellent eyesight. Vashqi's snake-like pupils stared at Thrall and said with a smile:
"Sal, I see you."
Thrall pointed at the orc guard and shouted: "I am not Thrall, he is."
The orc guard was afraid of death and quickly threw his robe back to Thrall:
"I'm not Thrall, I'm just an ordinary soldier named Gudan."
Thrall threw the robe back again and punched Gudan on the head.
At the critical moment of life and death, Gudan refused to let go and struggled with Sal.
"You are Sal."
"You are Sal, and your whole family is Sal."
Taking advantage of this brief confusion, Lor'themar whispered: "Rothman."
Archmage Rossman shook his head and said with a bitter look on his face: "Vaschi has closed the space, so I can't cast the teleportation spell."
Vashj sneered and said: "Thall, do you think you want to get away with it like this? I want to hang your head on the door of the Coilfang Reservoir. The tribe is nothing more than that."
At this critical moment, a roar like thunder sounded.
"Who dares to look down on the tribe."
On the dining table, the skinned and disembowelled Hamuul Runetotem jumped up, turned into a giant bear and rushed towards Vashj, shouting at the same time:
"Take Sal, the savior, away quickly."
At the dinner table, the guardian Remulos, who was also seriously injured, turned into a giant eagle and was about to grab Thrall and fly away, but he couldn't tell which one was real.
"I'm Sal, take me away."
"I am Sal, save my life, and I will make you a high-ranking warlord."
The two Thralls were furious with each other.
Remulos had no choice but to grab the real and fake Thrall and fly into the sky.