Eitrigg read the content of the letter and added: "Tirion Fordring is a good friend of mine. There are few noble paladins among humans. Even he has such evaluation of his own people. It can be seen that human beings
, so disappointed.”
After saying that, he sighed deliberately, his expression was very disappointed.
Thrall shook his head, expressed his disagreement, and said rigorously: "I think this description is not good. There are still noble people among humans, such as Fording. I respect him very much."
Chen Stormstout was touched in his heart. After all, he had seen the human kingdom, especially the miserable life of the lower class people, which was far less than the wealth of the pandaren, let alone the equality in the orc military camp.
He has also seen the luxury and luxury of human nobles, such as the Magic Kingdom of Dalaran, where a single gem can allow ordinary people to live for decades, which makes him full of doubts about human society.
Vol'jin held the coarse porcelain cup, took a sip of water and said, "I don't know much about the humans in the Eastern Kingdom, but I hate the human pirates of Kul Tiras. They are a group of savage and dirty creatures."
Stormstout didn't even think about it, and immediately agreed: "Yes, the people of Kul Tiran are all liars. They were the ones who bought our Mogu's antiquities back then."
Pandaria is covered in fog all year round and has always been the most mysterious continent in Azeroth. Only the Kul Tiran people's superb navigation skills can penetrate the fog and trade with the pandaren.
Seeing that the time had come, Vol'jin patted Stormstout's shoulder with a frown on his face:
"Old Chen, you don't know something. How difficult it is for Thrall, the savior. Thrall is determined to lead the orcs to save the people of Azeroth from the fire and water, so that all races, regardless of high or low, can live together as equals and live a prosperous and happy life.
It's a pity that the evil pirates of Kul Tiras are obstructing our just cause."
Thrall also lamented, deliberately waved his hands and said: "Wojin, don't say it. It's rare for an honored guest to come here again, so let's put these annoying things aside to avoid spoiling the guest's interest."
Wo Jin nodded and said boldly: "Haha, yes, Lao Chen, let's put aside those unpleasant things and today we will just talk about friendship and the food culture of the panda people."
Vol'jin successfully aroused the interest of Stormstout. The curious Pandaren was willing to let it go and hurriedly asked: "Thall, Vol'jin, if you think of me as a friend, you might as well talk and listen. Maybe I can help."
Busy."
Faced with the heroic spirit of Stormstout, Vol'jin pretended to hesitate again and again before reluctantly saying: "Old Chen, our Darkspear tribe was lucky to be saved. Many races in Kalimdor are still living in misery. Every time I see it,
Seeing their painful suffering and miserable life, Sal and I were very worried and wished we could fly there immediately.
"Unfortunately, Kul Tiras' navy firmly controls the sea and refuses to let us pass. They are a group of evil elements who want to destroy Azeroth. Although the orcs are powerful, they can easily defeat Kul Tiras.
Sri Lanka's navy, but Thrall is kind and unwilling to commit more crimes, so he is hesitant."
Thrall said from the side: "Although the Kul Tirans have made mistakes, they are not incapable of change. We orcs should give them a chance to repent instead of blindly going to war. I believe that humans will definitely recognize my good intentions.
.”
"Benevolence and justice!" Stormstout praised Thrall, then said, "It's a pity that we pandaren have poor navigation skills and have no friendship with the Kul Tiras, so we really can't be of much help."
"This stupid Pandaren is so ignorant of praise."
After many days of patience, Thrall was holding fire in his heart. Seeing that there was no hope, he ordered Chen Stormstout to skin and cut his flesh to make a pandaren hot pot, but Vol'jin gave him a secret wink.
"Old Chen!" Vol'jin deliberately gave Stormstout a hint: "The orcs are avoiding a war with the Kul Tiras navy. We hope to resolve it in a peaceful way. The Echo Islands are not far from Kalimdor. If there is a sea
A means of transportation would be great, such as the giant turtle with the twelve-headed mythical beast lineage of the Pandaren."
After hearing this, Chen Stormstout's eyes lit up, he patted his thigh and said, "Yeah, why didn't I expect that we pandaren worship Thrall, the savior, and regard the orcs as our confidants, brother. If the orcs are in trouble, how can we be brothers?
Can you help me? OK, I will write twelve letters and send them to the masters on Turtle Island. They will definitely lend a helping hand."
Wo'jin and Thrall looked at each other and smiled. Thrall grabbed Wo'jin's hand and said excitedly:
"Brother, it would be great if you are willing to help. This is a great merit. On behalf of the countless suffering races in Azeroth, I thank you for your help."
Chen. Stormstout is highly skilled in martial arts. He has traveled all over Azeroth and has extensive knowledge.
In Kalimdor, he saw with his own eyes barbaric races such as cavemen, centaurs, tauren, wild boars and other barbaric races. The lower-class people lived a miserable and painful life. They felt unfair but could not make changes.
Now that the savior Thrall is about to realize his ideal, how can he not help?
"It's a trivial matter." Stormstout said grandly: "The masters on the twelve turtle islands are all my friends. Just prepare me a pen and paper. I won't sleep tonight and wrote twelve letters overnight.
.”
That night, Stormstout lit a candle and wrote a letter alone in the tent.
Robbie saw everything that happened in the past few days and witnessed Thrall and Vol'jin's superb acting skills with his own eyes.
It is said that heroes are born to be actors. It seems that this is true, and it is not surprising that Chen Stormstout was fooled. If it were Robbie himself, it would be difficult for him to see through the flaw.
According to Robbie's experience, things that are destined to happen in history cannot be changed, such as eleven turtles of mythical beast descent being eaten by orcs, but the fate of some people can be changed.
Robbie didn't want Chen Stormstout, a simple pandaren, to regret his life, so he decided to give him a chance. As for what he chose, it was up to him.
Disguised as a night elf, Robbie appeared in Stormstout's tent.
"Pandaren, haven't you noticed yet? You are under strict surveillance."
"Who is it?" Stormstout suddenly raised his head, looking around with a pair of panda eyes, and found Robbie hiding in the corner, as silent as a ghost.
"A night elf! How did you get in?" Chen Stormstout asked strangely. He had always been confident in his spiritual sense, but he didn't expect someone to sneak in without noticing.
A long time ago, Pandaren and Night Elves were allies. Stormstout had a better impression of Night Elves than humans, but he still remained vigilant enough.
"Shh, keep your voice down, don't be discovered by the orcs." Robbie lowered his voice:
"Stormstout, on the top of your tent, there are three Eyes of Kilrogg, the masterpiece of a certain orc warlock. Because I am worried about being noticed by you, I monitor you from five hundred yards away. Take a closer look.
Are the tents surrounding you surrounded? Your every move is under their surveillance."
Stormstout was not stupid. He carefully observed and discovered the three Eyes of Kilrogg on the roof of the tent through Robbie's guidance. He also noticed something unusual in the surrounding tents.
However, the Pandaren disagreed and said with a smile: "It's nothing. I am not an orc after all. Thrall should be wary of me. This cannot change my worship of Thrall, the savior." (To be continued)