Chen. Stormstout's fangs were taken from Thrall's mouth and are guaranteed to be genuine.
After announcing his "real" identity, facing many media personnel, Chen Stormstrike's expression changed and he said fiercely:
"A small group of vicious World Destroyers actually said that Thrall is an orc. The kind people will not agree. I declare that they must be severely punished."
The guards escorted the two people toward the city gate. One was Cortes, the former high-ranking officer of Dove of Peace, and the other was Garrosh's confidant, the stalker Macroch.
It was these two who instigated the first group of protesters, causing the protests to become more and more out of control, and Chen Stormstout hated them.
Both of them had bruises and swollen faces, obviously suffering from torture. Chen Stormstout asked fiercely:
"Tell me, who ordered you to plot to destroy Azeroth?"
Cortes knelt down on the ground with a plop, kowtowing like pounding garlic:
"Lord Savior, please listen to me. I was wronged. I never wanted to destroy Azeroth."
Chen Stormstout winked, and an axe-wielding guard chopped off one of Cortes's hands.
"Tell me, were you the one who organized the World Destroyer at the gate of Orgrimmar a few days ago? Who is the person behind the scenes? If you don't tell the truth, your hands and feet will be gone."
Cortes yelled anxiously: "It's unfair, it's unfair, they were not appointed by me, I don't know those people."
Chen Stormstrength smiled ferociously and said: "Your subordinates have already confessed, and if they still want to deny it, someone will come and chop off his limbs."
Cortes was so frightened that he lost his mind, endured the pain of his broken hand, and kept begging:
"Lord Savior, this is all a misunderstanding. I was wrong. I was wrong. Please forgive me."
Cortez was pulled away by the orc guards, and not long after, screams were heard.
Senior Editor of Azeroth, Big Candle Garg saluted respectfully and praised:
"The great savior's broad mind is not even comparable to that of the Eternal Sea. These evil thieves have offended the savior and are the public enemies of Azeroth."
Chen Stormstout sounded very useful, but the hatred in his heart still did not ease at all. He turned his head, looked at Macroch, and sneered:
"I heard that you are a hero, but I don't know if you have the guts to try my methods."
Macrok crawled on the ground: "Lord Savior, I am willing to be your dog."
Chen Stormstout told a group of media personnel:
"Look, this is the destroyer of Azeroth. They are as timid as mice and have no backbone at all. Should you spare him? I will leave this choice to you."
The guards around Chen Stormstout were all murderous, and the one who didn't want his life dared to object.
A goblin knelt on the ground: "Great savior, everyone who dares to oppose you will die."
"Yes, these world destroyers deserved their death and must be severely punished."
"The villains who destroyed Azeroth have no right to live. They must die."
Chen Stormstout laughed: "Very good, you win my heart very much, Macroch. You must pay for your crimes."
When he looked at Makolock again, he was so frightened that he fainted.
Broken Isles, Highmountain, Thunder Totem.
Meera Highmountain, the warchief of the Highmountain tauren, listened to the reports of her subordinates and was so frightened that they were stunned.
"You said that the savior Thrall is a pandaren, and he and Chen Stormstout are the same person? This, this is simply ridiculous, who would believe it."
Next to him, a priest reminded:
"Great Chief, no one dares to doubt the great savior. What he says is the truth."
"No, no, listen to me, Thrall, the savior, is definitely an orc. I saw him eat my father with my own eyes." Young Meera Gaoling refused to accept it.
Another priest said: "Great Chief, your eyes deceived you, or you mistook the dream for reality. Oh my god, you actually dreamed that the savior was an orc. This is simply unforgivable."
Meera Gaoling finally came back to her senses and said in horror:
"If Thrall is Chen Stormstout, then if we sent people to protest a few days ago, wouldn't it be equivalent to destroying Azeroth?"
The Highmountain tauren beside them all turned pale with fright after hearing this. One of them said:
"The Savior has proven Azeroth time and time again, but we actually doubted him. The Highmountain Tauren are too confused to do such ungrateful things."
"Warchief, I suggest you immediately apologize to the Savior. For the sake of the Highmountain Tauren, you must be the food of the Savior."
"Yes, Great Chief, only in this way can we relieve the savior's anger, otherwise we will face disaster."
Meera Gaoling cried bitterly: "I don't want to be eaten!"
A priest said: "Great Chief, have you forgotten that if you are eaten by the Savior, you can fly to Gaoling Divine Kingdom and become a noble divine envoy?"
"Many tribesmen have received this honor, great chief, do you have any doubts about this?" asked another priest.
Meera Gaoling regretted so much that this lie she had made up actually ended up being retribution on her head.
Just as everyone was talking about it, a scout came to report:
"Warchief, trouble is coming. One hundred thousand Lightforged Orcs have landed in the north of High Mountain, heading straight for the Thunder Totem."
"A hundred thousand light-forged orcs?" Meera Highmountain swayed and almost fainted on the ground, muttering: "Has the end of the Highmountain tauren really come?"
Meera Gaoling reluctantly stood up, and another scout came to report:
"Warchief, the Lightforged Wolf Cavalry arrived at Tuukuk Cliff, and a Rivermane tribe's village was massacred. The Savior announced that the Highmountain Tauren conspired to destroy Azeroth. All people with lofty ideals in Azeroth have
Responsibility and obligation will wipe us out."
"It's over, everything is over." Meera Gaoling sat on the ground and whispered: "It turns out that the anger of the Pandaren is so terrible."
When Meera Gaoling was in despair, a pair of generous palms helped her up:
"Great Chief, this is not the most desperate moment yet. You must lead us out of this predicament."
Toph Stamphoof, a highmountain tauren with a kind face, gave Meera Highmountain support at the most critical moment.
Meera Gaoling felt the warmth and suddenly thought of something:
"Yes, we still have a way. Have you forgotten Huen Highmountain, the ancestor of the tauren in Highmountain?"
Huon Gaoling, a legendary tauren hero who lived 10,000 years ago.
There is such a saying among the tauren of Highmountain.
Ten thousand years ago, when the Burning Legion invaded, Huon Gaoling killed 90% of them, and the rest was the work of other heroes.
When Archimonde heard that Huon Gaoling was coming to kill him, he was so frightened that he fled back to the planet Argus.
Huon Highmountain defeated Sargeras many times and was a guest of the Pantheon. All the Titans admired him immensely.
Although ten thousand years have passed, many veterans of the Burning Legion who participated in the Great War still often wake up from nightmares and suffer from Huon's fear of the mountains.
Legend: Huon Gaoling has reached the point of immortality. Although his body dies, his soul has long been promoted to a god, and his status and strength exceed that of the moon god Elune.
Mela Gaoling stood up with the support of Tov Stamping Hoof and said loudly:
"Prepare the Atmospheric Fire, Musa's Tears and the Dark Crystal. I will perform an ancient ancestral ritual to communicate with our ancestor Huen Gaoling."