"I'm looking forward to this delicious meal very much, and I'm also yearning for that leather jacket."
Sal showed a smile that he had rarely seen in several days.
"Stupid." Vol'jin still maintained his strength and reprimanded Lorkhan loudly: "You only saw a delicious meal, but what I saw was a steady stream of pandaren from Pandaria, lining up in neat lines to be slaughtered by us.
In the field, no matter how much we peel off our skin and eat our flesh, their excellent warriors can also help us fight."
Everyone present looked at this "strange" Wo'jin in shock. Thrall felt dizzy and dumbfounded. He felt that this Wo'jin was completely different from before.
Varimathras took a careful look at Vol'jin, glanced at the corner of his mouth, and seemed to understand something.
"Vol'jin." Thrall was not happy with Vol'jin's strength and angrily yelled: "We are discussing military matters. What nonsense are you talking about? Are the Pandaren fools? They came to die on their own initiative."
Vol'jin stood up, looked around, and said in a low voice: "Dear savior Thrall, the safety of the fleet is only temporary. When we successfully land in Kalimdor, we will face real difficulties, such as how to get 100,000
Are the orcs and the thirty thousand new Darkspear tribe full of food? The orcs must eat meat to maintain their fighting strength."
"This is not simple." Thrall snorted and said angrily: "Kalimdor has many races. It is simply a natural meat warehouse. Especially the tauren are delicious. We can eat them wherever we go.
alright?"
Vol'jin shrugged his shoulders and looked at Varimathras again: "Dear Lord of Fear, what do you think?"
After all, Varimathras had fought for countless years and knew the importance of logistics, so he whispered:
"Kalimdor is different from the other races in the Eastern Kingdom. For example, humans are mainly a farming civilization. It is difficult for lords and people everywhere to leave the land, so they are used to sticking to it in the face of invasion. But many races in Kalimdor are
When nomads see the orcs gaining momentum, they will definitely avoid the limelight and flee. The orcs are not good at chasing. One hundred thousand orcs consume a huge amount of money every day. Without fixed logistical support, they may all starve to death within a week.
.”
"this!"
Thrall looked embarrassed and could only scratch his head to cover it up. He was used to fighting humans and did not consider the new enemy, which was completely different from humans. Thrall was unwilling to accept it and asked with a ferocious smile:
"Vol'jin, you haven't answered me yet, why did the pandaren take the initiative to walk into our slaughterhouse?"
Varimathras also looked puzzled. After all, he was an alien creature and didn't know much about the pandaren in Azeroth. Vol'jin smiled faintly and explained:
"Pandaren are simple in nature, independent of the world, brave in battle, and full of wisdom. But they have a weakness, that is, they accept death, save face, and never admit their mistakes. Pandaren are good at cooking. In ancient times, there was a cook who left
With more than a thousand recipes, he can make all kinds of delicacies. He is revered as the God of Food and worshiped by Panda chefs.
"But in a certain recipe, probably due to a clerical error or a transcription error, there was a poison called heartbroken grass on it. Even though countless Pandaren chefs were poisoned to death, they still stubbornly believed that this recipe was correct.
It’s just that future generations are ignorant and have not mastered the proper cooking methods.”
Lockhan was confused after hearing this. He didn't understand the significance of this example, so he nodded and said:
"I heard Chen Stormstout say that his father and grandfather were both poisoned to death by this recipe. Chen Stormstout is determined to inherit the will of his ancestors and unlock the secret of the recipe. He told me more than once that in ancient times,
The God of Food is extraordinary and has superb cooking skills. His recipes are absolutely unmistakable. This stubborn panda really makes people laugh and cry."
After hearing this, Varimathras understood and nodded with a smile, smiling at Vol'jin with satisfaction.
Sal was still confused: "What does a recipe for poisoning people mean?"
Varimathras shook his head, slightly disappointed with Thrall. Vol'jin narrowed his eyes and explained lightly:
"In Pandaria, the orcs saved Azeroth. Our Thrall is the great savior and has penetrated into the hearts of all pandaren. This is thanks to the successful propaganda of the dragon clan and guardian Medivh. Although there are many outsiders or minorities
The wise among the Pandaren, use
A large amount of evidence shows that the orcs killed countless people, but were expelled or even executed without exception. Stubbornness and love for face blinded the pandaren's eyes and could not see the truth. Even if we ate them all, they would not admit it.
The judgment was wrong.”
"There are such stupid creatures!" Thrall couldn't believe his ears.
"There is something more important." Vol'jin's eyes shone and he announced excitedly: "Pandaria has twelve giant turtles with the blood of ancient mythical beasts, which can help us cross the sea. The fleet of Kul Tiras dare not
Attack the stubborn pandaren, otherwise they will be regarded as eternal enemies and will fight until death. The twelve ancient giant turtles will be our army rations."
Although Thrall was unwilling to accept what he heard, but forced by the situation, he could only nod his head in approval: "Wo'jin, how should we operate this matter so that the pandaren can take the initiative to walk into our trap?"
Wo'jin's eyes moved slightly and he said with a smile: "It's very simple. As long as you ask Chen Stormstout to write a few letters for help, pandas and their giant turtles will come to your door. So the only problem is to convince Chen Stormstout.
liquor."
Thrall stood up. He had realized that his position had been slightly shaken. However, Varimathras was present and he could not make any move. He could only order:
"Wo'jin, since it was your suggestion, I must have found a way to convince this stupid panda. Okay, I'll put Chen Stormstout on the menu for the time being. I'll eat it again when I have the chance. Now he's yours.
.”
"Don't worry, I already have a solution." Wo Jin said with some pride.
Chen Stormstout has been hungry for three days and three nights. This is simply the most terrifying torture for the food-loving Pandaren.
During these three days, several troll chefs first came to weigh him carefully, estimate how much meat he could produce, calculate the ratio of fat to lean meat, the weight of bones and internal organs, etc.
Then a tailor came and carefully inspected his fur, measured the data, and calculated the size of the fur coat.
"Are you going to be skinned and eaten?" Chen Stormstout realized his fate. He heard Thrall's name more than once in the conversations between chefs and tailors.
Chen Stormstout is very proud of his carefully maintained flesh and blood, which is 100% capable of making excellent delicacies. His fur is also of the best quality and will definitely keep Thrall, the savior, warm.
"Thall is said to be a great savior, with a kind temperament and a broad mind. He is an orc with noble moral character. Why did he want to eat me?" Chen Stormstout couldn't figure it out. He hated Lorkhan's deception very much.
The Darkspear troll stayed in the troll's palace and refused to leave, precisely out of yearning for and trust in the orcs.
It's a pity that the orcs disappointed him so much. They were completely different from the rumors.
"Are the claims of the dragons and the guardians wrong?" Chen Stormstout came up with this thought, and then denied it himself: "The dragons are a noble race, and the guardian Medivh is even greater. They will not lie.
Human. But Sal clearly wants to eat me, so how can I explain it? It’s really confusing and my head hurts.” (To be continued)