Thrall smiled gently and greeted the two of them warmly: "You're welcome, it's just like home here. We orcs are rude and don't have so much etiquette."
Stormstout immediately felt a sense of intimacy and sat down with Vol'jin one by one.
Thrall personally brought two coarse porcelain cups and placed them in front of Wo'jin and Stormstout. He also brought over a crude clay pot. What he poured out was not fine wine, but just ordinary white water.
Thrall smiled apologetically and said: "I'm sorry, we orcs are accustomed to simplicity, we never drink alcohol, and there is nothing to entertain guests. However, there are a few fruits and vegetables from outside the world, which have a unique taste and are not found in the world of Azeroth.
Please don’t mind, distinguished guest.”
Soon, some orc soldiers brought fruits and vegetables, which were put together into five or six plates. They were all things I had never seen before in Stormstout. They were the characteristics of the orcs’ hometown. The staple food was ordinary baked wheat cakes, which were no different from what the soldiers outside were eating.
the difference.
Although Stormstout was already full, he still showed a good appetite for the food from this other world, and the special texture made him very satisfied.
Thrall also had a good appetite. He ate voraciously and explained: "We orcs are different from humans. Human aristocrats live luxuriously and enjoy themselves without caring about the suffering of the people. We orcs have no distinction between high and low, whether we are ordinary soldiers or war chiefs."
, there is no difference in our level of food and clothing.”
Being able to share the joys and sorrows with the soldiers, Chen Stormstout was immediately in awe. This is a true hero and a great hero.
I accidentally caught a glimpse of the book Thrall was reading, which turned out to be the biography of Shaohao, the last emperor of the pandaren.
Shaohao, the last emperor, is a legendary figure among the Pandaren, the great hero who saved the Pandaren. Legend has it that 10,000 years ago, Shaohao and the Monkey King experienced various adventures, overcame the negative emotions in his heart, and constantly cultivated his mind.
Finally found a way to save all sentient beings and helped the Pandaren successfully resist the attack of the Burning Legion.
"Great Savior, do you also read the biography of Emperor Shaohao?" Stormstout asked with interest.
Sal waved his hands and said sheepishly:
"Don't call me a savior. I'm just an ordinary orc. Like all the people of Azeroth, I try my best to save the world. The greatness of Emperor Shaohao amazed me. He was able to overcome all kinds of difficulties, especially
I admire him immensely for being able to face the fear in his heart and find hope in the hope of saving his people."
Chen and Stormstout knew more about Emperor Shaohao, the great idol of the pandaren. Seeing Thrall's sincere attitude, Stormstout told some of Shaohao's legendary past, some stories that were not in the books.
Thrall listened attentively, constantly praising the greatness of Emperor Shaohao, praising the long history of the Pandaren clan and their love for peace. After the topic of Emperor Shaohao was discussed, Thrall said enthusiastically:
"Emperor Shaohao's experience spurs me on all the time. He is a great hero in my heart. Every time I think of the countless evils in Azeroth, the suffering of the working people, and the innocent races waiting for me to save, my heart
I couldn't calm down for a long time, urging me to make progress and learn.
"Books are the greatest wealth of all living beings. I wandered in the ocean of knowledge and tried to absorb the nutrients. Of course, I did not forget to ask wise men for advice, especially when I met Lao Chen, such a great Panda wise man, I
I have benefited a lot, I am very interested in everything about Pandaria, and I also asked Chen to give me some advice."
Stormstout had been conquered by Thrall's outstanding personality and charm, and lost his guard. He began to talk about Pandaria's customs, power distribution, and the relationship between the pandaren, mogu and mantid. In particular, he told in detail the twelve-headed ancient possessor.
Bloodline turtles, they swim around Pandaria and are the patron saints of this continent.
Sal listened patiently, and occasionally asked some military topics in a nonchalant manner.
Happy time always passed quickly, Stormstout kept talking, and soon the sun was setting, and he had to say goodbye to Thrall reluctantly.
In the days that followed, Thrall kept inviting Stormstout to talk. Stormstout undoubtedly had him. Inadvertently, he revealed the details of the pandaren, including the demons they secretly raised.
Told Sal.
Thrall almost changed his plan, attacked Pandaria directly, slaughtered all the pandaren, occupied this rich land, wouldn't it be better to establish himself as king?
However, Stormstout's description of the Sha dissuaded Thrall.
Stormstout gnawed on the dry wheat cake and showed off loudly:
"Pandaria has a total of seven demons. They can amplify the negative emotions in the hearts of living beings. Demons like the Burning Legion who are accustomed to killing can easily be lost by the demons and fall into madness. As long as you set foot on the land of Pandaria
, we must fight unremittingly against the evil spirits. These days, I have seen the love and kindness of the orcs. The evil evil has minimal influence on the orcs. You are our most reliable friends as pandas."
After hearing this, Thrall understood that the orcs must not approach Pandaria. The orcs, who were accustomed to bloodthirsty and killing, had difficulty controlling their inner emotions. At the same time, he also understood that there may be many exaggerations about the Pandaria Emperor Shaohao.
However, the one who truly protects the land of Pandaria should be the seven-headed demon.
Seeing that he had gained Stormstout's trust and that the time was ripe, Vol'jin asked calmly:
"What do pandas think of humans?"
Chen Stormstout shook his head: "Humans are very complex creatures. To be honest, we Pandaren are wary of humans. We have been tricked by them many times and suffered countless losses."
Vol'jin secretly winked at Thrall, meaning that this was a good start. Thrall asked with interest: "Why don't you tell us."
Chen Stormstout bit the wheat cake hard and said angrily:
"As you know, Pandaria has a long history, especially the Mogu people, who once established a country as powerful as the Zandalar Empire. We dug out many bottles, jars, dilapidated murals and the like from the ruins of the Mogu people.
I didn’t care, just use it as ordinary daily necessities. Human beings bought it by the boatload at a very low price. Once I attended an auction in Stranglethorn Vale and found that one jar could buy the entire town of Mid-Levels."
Thrall looked confused. In his opinion, this was nothing at all. Vol'jin understood. Pandaren are good at face, and what they care about most is deception.
Chen Stormstout said angrily: "The human merchants pretended to donate to the Shado-Zong Monastery and helped us build a chef academy, but they didn't use our money? What a despicable race."
"Yes, it's really despicable." Thrall said with the same hatred as his enemy.
Eitrigg came in, holding a letter in his hand.
"What's that in your hand?" Thrall asked deliberately.
Eitrigg said hypocritically: "It's a letter from my old friend, Tirion Fordring. I haven't opened it yet."
Stormstout looked at Thrall curiously. After all, humans and orcs had their differences, and Eitrigg and Fordring exchanged letters. This was a very sensitive matter, big or small, and he wanted to see how Thrall would handle it.
Thrall smiled lightly and said: "There are no outsiders here. They are all trustworthy friends. Fording is a paladin whom I respect very much. Why don't you open the letter and let everyone read it together."
Eitrigg opened the envelope on the spot. The content of the letter was very ordinary, including common words, but one sentence caught Stormstout's attention:
"Race does not represent glory. Orcs are noble and pure, as respectable as the noblest knights. Humans are insidious and despicable, as evil as the most cruel undead natural disasters." (To be continued)