Persuasion is ineffective and the only option is to use force.
Robbie lowered his voice and raised his hand provocatively: "Chen Stormstout, I heard that you are a hero of the pandaren. I don't think you are good at it, so let's see who's Qi is more powerful."
"What, you're competing with me for chi, a night elf?" Stormstout was immediately unconvinced. If it were a competition with anything else, he might not be sure, but he really had never been convinced by the panda's unique chi.
who.
"Let's make an agreement first. Whoever alerts the orcs will lose." Robbie established a rule, and then used arcane magic to enter a state of smoke and mist, like a shadow, and rushed towards Stormstout.
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Robbie didn't understand the monk's infuriating energy. He just used arcane magic to disguise the power of the Holy Light. It looked like infuriating energy, but in fact it was completely different.
Stormstout hurriedly parried, but felt a soft force that made him unable to use his strength, and he was suddenly shocked.
"Stormstout, feel my power to overcome strength with softness."
"To overcome strength with softness, what kind of Qi is that?" Robbie's provocation aroused the interest of the Pandaren. Robbie then flew out of the tent. He was now in a shadow-like state and could not be noticed by the orc monitors.
Stormstout quickly used the clone technique, leaving a fake body sitting in the tent to deal with the surveillance of the orcs. The real body chased after Robbie's shadow. Stormstout could not become invisible, but he had extremely rich adventure experience.
, good at using terrain and obstacles to hide themselves.
The two competed in fist and kick skills all the way. Stormstout's true energy and Robbie's fake true energy came and went. Robbie fought and retreated, trying to control the sound of the fight to avoid being discovered by the orcs, and soon entered another part of the orc camp.
one side.
Even though Stormstout had been entertained by Thrall many times and entered the orc camp more than once, he always entered through the main entrance. He only saw part of the road and did not see the entire orc camp.
In this completely unfamiliar orc camp, Stormstout flew to the top of a tent, and was about to assume the independent posture of a golden rooster when suddenly an unpleasant stench came, making Stormstout almost fall down.
Stormstout looked around in surprise and noticed the source of the stench. It turned out that ordinary orc soldiers had no concept of toilets and defecated everywhere. The camp was as smoky as a cesspool.
However, what was even more terrifying were the tattered tents, which were roughly patched together from various furs and leaked from all sides. Stormstout quickly recognized that there were tauren, trolls, and even pandaren among them.
Chen Stormstout was shocked when he saw the pelts of his people. He thought of the pandaren that Senjin had eaten, which brought back the most painful memories in his heart. He temporarily forgot about the fight with Robbie.
Rubbing his eyes hard, he recognized the fur of a female Pandaren.
There was a loud buzzing in Chen Stormstout's head, and nothing could be seen in front of him. Only the panda's fur was swaying alone in the wind, seeming to be telling him the tragic experience.
"Why is this? What happened?" Chen Stormstout asked through gritted teeth.
"Let's see." Robbie thought to himself. You have just seen part of the orc camp and you can't accept it? Chen Stormstout was caught off guard and staggered, almost falling from the top of the tent.
"Wait, stop, stop, stop fighting." Stormstout quickly stopped, and the shouts of the orcs continued to be heard in the distance. It was the never-ending fighting in the orc camp, which overwhelmed the conversation between the two.
Stormstout frowned fiercely: "Did you bring me here just to see this?"
"You haven't seen enough." Robbie led the way, jumping over one tent after another. Stormstout carefully followed behind. He saw more and more furs of the tribe, including even some
Have children.
This is the northernmost part of the orc camp, and it is also the darkest place. The wind roars, and a coldness blows towards the face. Under the starlight, Stormstout sees a dense forest with countless wooden poles hanging from it.
The skeleton of the troll swayed slightly in the cold wind.
"The Darkspear Trolls have been saved. They no longer have to suffer. Most of the captives are here." Although he had no good impression of the Darkspear tribe, Robbie's voice was extremely painful in the face of this tragic massacre.
"Three hundred thousand Darkspear trolls have been exterminated." Robbie said in a low voice.
"This, this is not true?" Stormstout scratched his scalp fiercely. He felt that Sen'jin was cruel enough, but compared to Thrall's style, Sen'jin was so kind and friendly.
"Do you still think Sal is kind?" Robbie asked.
"The Darkspear Troll is extremely evil and must do its best to eliminate evil. Although it is a bit excessive, it is nothing." The stubborn Stormstout still defended Thrall.
"Very good, come with me."
Passing through the vast forest of bones, here is the camp of the Darkspear trolls. The orcs and the trolls do not live in harmony, but are in constant bloody conflict. Even in this dark night, there are still a large number of greedy orcs sneak attacks.
In the troll camp, catch the trolls, skin them and eat their flesh, and hang their bones on wooden poles.
"These are not the Darkspear trolls from the Echo Islands. They are wandering trolls from all over Azeroth. Although most of them are vicious villains, they also want to have a home, but unfortunately they entered hell and met
The more ferocious orcs, in front of the orcs, the ferocious trolls are just military rations, and they face the fate of being slaughtered by the orcs at any time."
Chen Stormstout was dumbfounded. He saw with his own eyes that a troll tent was surrounded by a large group of orcs. Dozens of trolls were slaughtered. The corpses were carried back to the camp by the orcs. They were skillfully peeling off the skin and eating the meat. The meat skewers on the campfire were spitting out.
With an alluring aroma.
The orcs' heinous barbaric behavior made Stormstout tremble with fear from the bottom of his heart.
"Thall deceived me. His management of soldiers was so poor that I trusted him so much. It's a pity that a great savior with noble morals and good character cannot effectively restrain his subordinates." Stormstout said regretfully.
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"Haha, naive Pandaren, it's really hard for you to change your view of Thrall."
Robbie led the way and entered the chief's tent, where Stormstout was very familiar with.
The simple chieftain's tent was empty, and Stormstout looked strange. He thought Thrall should sleep here.
"Do you know Thrall's real residence?" Robbie ran in one direction. In the most heavily guarded part of the camp, in front of him was a gleaming golden tent. This was the golden tent of the orc chief.
Later, Stormstout saw Thrall and Vol'jin who were different from the daytime ones.
Under the service of many orcs, I saw Thrall and Vol'jin mingling with each other, drinking bright red wine, and Thrall was eating barbecue, which came from a living pandaren. Although most of the skin was removed, he was still breathing.
"Hahaha, Chen Stormstout, this stupid pandaren will soon send us orcs a large amount of rations and twelve extremely huge turtles. We will no longer have to worry about conquering Kalimdor."
Vol'jin chewed the pandaren meat slowly, frowned and said, "I'm just worried that the turtle's meat may be too hard. If it's as hard as stone, how can our soldiers eat it?"
Thrall sneered: "Don't worry, you have to trust our soldiers, even if they can break stones and swallow them." (To be continued)