With difficulty, he repaired the broken bones one by one and applied herbs. Chen Stormstout felt much better.
Pandaren are famous for their stubbornness. Once they believe in a certain truth, it is difficult to change it.
Stormstout believed that tonight's experience was a test of inner demons. He secretly muttered in his heart: This inner demon is different from usual ones. It can affect my physical body and has not appeared in any records.
After returning to Pandaria, be sure to ask the four gods for advice.
Stormstout became more and more convinced that his friendship with Thrall and Vol'jin would bring about huge changes in Pandaria. It was because of this that extraordinary tests of inner demons appeared. In a daze, Stormstout
Finally entered Mengxiang.
When I woke up, it was almost noon. The warm sunshine shone into the tent. Stormstout felt terrible pain all over his body. When he opened his eyes, he immediately saw a kind-faced Woking and a concerned Thrall.
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"Old Chen, what's wrong with you? What happened?" Thrall was wearing a patched and clean old robe, looking at Stormstout worriedly.
Stormstout felt warm in his heart, thinking that this is the Thrall that I am familiar with. The cruel monster in yesterday's vision was just an illusory shadow and cannot be trusted.
Vol'jin carefully inspected Stormstout's injuries and asked strangely:
"Old Chen, although the orc camp is not heavily guarded, it is difficult for ordinary people to sneak in. Who hurt you like this? Why is there no movement at all?"
"It's hard to explain this matter." Chen Stormstout sighed and explained: "When we Pandaren meet friends who are truly worth making, we will encounter terrible tests of inner demons. Last night's inner demons were very unusual. Although I
I defeated him, but my body was injured. I think this is related to the fact that Sal is a great savior and has an unusual identity."
"Haha, I'm just an ordinary orc, not a savior." Thrall remained humble: "Old Chen, just focus on recuperating. Other things, such as the letters written to the twelve masters, can be put aside."
After Sal's deliberate reminder, Stormstout remembered that he had not finished writing the twelve letters last night. He looked at his right hand and saw that several of the fingers holding the pen were broken, and said helplessly:
"I have already written five letters, which are related to the safety of Azeroth. There can be no delay for a moment. Send someone to deliver them to them quickly. The twelve turtles of Pandaria are moving strangely, but I know how to find them."
When Thrall heard that there were only five heads, Thrall's heart suddenly sank, but he remained calm and said politely: "Old Chen, Azeroth is destined to thank you for your dedication today. You are the great hero of Pandaria, the Pandaren."
The great man among them.”
Following Stormstout's lead, Wo'jin rummaged through the bookcases carefully, but found nothing except a few old letters in his luggage.
Five written letters disappeared. Stormstout was shocked. The inner demons had affected his physical body. He suspected that it was acting on his body through mental power, but how to explain the disappearance of the five letters?
Could it be that the inner demon could materialize and steal his letters?
"Perhaps, those are not ordinary inner demons at all, but minions sent by the ancient gods." Stormstout analyzed this. He had long heard that the terrifying ancient god N'zoth was hidden deep in the ocean, and he was the best at it.
Confusing people's hearts.
"I probably lost it accidentally, it doesn't matter." Stormstout thought about how to remedy it: "In this way, you can find a few scholars, I will dictate the letter, and they will copy it on the letter."
Sal still looked concerned: "Old Chen, if you are injured like this, don't worry too much."
"Yes, Old Chen, although this matter is related to the life and death of countless races in Azeroth." Wojin also advised: "It's better to do this. We Darkspear Trolls have the spell to regenerate severed limbs, although it is not open to foreigners.
It is difficult to perform, but for the sake of our friendship, I am willing to give it a try no matter how difficult it is."
"Thall, Vol'jin, you will always be my good friends." Chen Stormstout was so excited that tears filled his eyes.
Stormstout lay down to rest, and Wo'jin arranged for several witch doctors to regenerate severed limbs, and secretly discussed with Thrall:
"Great Savior, do you believe in the test of inner demons?"
Thrall shook his head and asked strangely: "What is this pandaren doing? I think there is a trick in it."
Wojin said vigilantly: "I asked the orcs who were responsible for surveillance last night and found nothing unusual. I also checked the surrounding area and found no signs of fighting. I even used troll witchcraft to ask about the ghosts wandering around.
There is also no discovery, so it can be concluded that no outsiders broke in last night. So there are only two conclusions. The first is that there is really a test of inner demons, and the second is that Stormstout has already doubted us, and the injuries were all caused by him.
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Thrall snorted coldly: "Vol'jin, I don't believe this stupid pandaren has such a scheming mind."
Vol'jin also nodded: "I also suspect that he does not have such wisdom. The pandaren's simple living environment makes it difficult to imagine the cunning of the outside world, and they are not good at conspiracy. I have carefully examined Stormstout's injuries.
It was caused by an external blow, and it was difficult for him to get it out on his own."
Sal thought carefully and guessed:
"Actually, I have another conclusion. Some of our orc generals, such as the savage Saurfang, were unhappy with him, so they beat him secretly and cleaned up the traces. King Saurfang was once a member of the Burning Legion.
The experimental subjects, the surveillance orcs, and the wandering souls all dare not offend him, so they can only shut up and pretend not to know."
After hearing this, Vol'jin also felt that it made sense and said resolutely: "We can't let Saurfang ruin a big thing. Let this matter be over. Send your eyes and ears to keep an eye on Saurfang and don't allow him to act recklessly."
"I will arrange it." Thrall suddenly said bitterly: "I am the great orc chief, Thrall, the savior of Azeroth, not an actor on the stage. I have had enough of pretending. This is not a long-term solution.
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Wojin said with a sinister look: "Don't worry, we have got everything we want, the twelve ancient turtles with the blood of divine beasts. Thrall, I only need to wait for the twelve letters to be sent out, and then I can make the next plan.
, completely dominate Chen, Stormstout, and make him willingly serve us and become our slave."
Sal showed great interest and asked: "I want to hear your plan."
Wo'jin showed a cruel look: "Completely tearing apart his morality and hope, and finally twisting his heart, making him doubt everything, lose himself, lose his ability to judge, and become a walking corpse, at our mercy."
Raising the old letters in his hand, including several letters written by Chen Stormstout to his wife and children, expressing his longing for his family and hometown, Wojin said proudly:
"This is Chen, the most precious treasure in Stormstout's heart. As long as we tear them into pieces, his heart will be empty. Then if we fill it with anything, he will firmly believe it."
Thrall patted Wo'jin on the shoulder: "Haha, Wo'jin, I like your cruelty. This is exactly what I want."
The Darkspear Troll was born with the ability to regenerate severed limbs, and could use specific witchcraft to cast it on foreigners. Although the effect was greatly reduced, it successfully alleviated Stormstout's injuries and he was able to sit up in bed.
After the scholar who copied the letter left, Stormstout looked at the tent above him and thought about something.
Last night's "inner demon" Robbie suddenly appeared in the corner of the tent.
"Stormstout, you really did something wrong. Don't you think about your family?" (To be continued)