We only need to produce another 100,000 tauren, plus the previous 100,000, for a total of 200,000 tauren.
Although they have accounted for nearly half of the Mulgore tauren, Lie En. Bloodhoof is still grateful to Queen Doras for her kindness.
Where did the remaining half a million cannon fodder come from? Garrosh suddenly felt worried.
Theramore does not have this strength. There are many centaurs, but they are obviously unwilling to become cannon fodder.
Among the various races in Azeroth, there are actually not many races that can send half a million cannon fodder, such as humans, night elves, Qiraji, Zandalar trolls, dwarves, etc.
Unfortunately, these races are not easy to mess with, and they are not willing to die in vain for the orcs.
"Have you forgotten? There are more than a million delicious pandaren in Pandaria." Doras said with drooling eyes.
Since the "tragic death" of his wife and children in front of him, Chen Fenglianjiu's heart has died. He has been imprisoned for a long time. He once thought that he would not survive, but he no longer cares at all.
After the orcs suffered a setback in Rag City, Thrall tortured poor Chen. Stormstout vented his anger. The poor pandaren spent every day in painful torture, and his heart became more and more numb.
That night, he was lying in a cold cell and suddenly woke up from a nightmare. His heart softened a little and was no longer dominated by the darkness. He thought about what had happened recently and couldn't help but sigh.
Occasionally, he will feel regretful in his heart and regret everything he has done.
Regardless of the reason, if you do something wrong and cause irreparable losses, it is a sin.
A long shadow was projected onto the wall, and Chen Stormstout looked at it with cold eyes. It was a familiar night elf man, condescendingly looking down at Chen Stormstout, who was lying in a pile of rotten grass.
Robbie still disguised himself as a night elf, anticipating that he would not be able to persuade this stupid pandaren, so he just tried his best:
"Chen Stormstout, the great hero of the pandaren, I didn't expect the real you to look like this."
Chen Stormstout grinned: "What is a hero? A savior like Thrall?"
"It seems that you have a new definition of a hero." Robbie shrugged and continued: "In Azeroth, all the heroes I have seen have their hands covered with blood. From the morality of mortals,
Look, they are all evil men, murderous executioners."
Chen Stormstout put his head in his hands, looked at the dirty roof above his head, and laughed at himself: "Yes, at first I naively believed that a hero should be a good person, a chivalrous person, and a noble person, but later I learned
Understand, the so-called hero is just the winner's boast about himself. Look at me now, isn't it the best example?"
Robbie saw that Chen Stormstout's mind was messy and he would fall into eternal darkness at any time. He sighed and said: "You have to understand that some things need to be done by someone, even if you are afraid of being misunderstood and being reviled by thousands of people. It's not for this.
I am not doing it for my tribe, but for the peaceful sky above my head."
Chen Stormstout seemed to be touched. He was silent for a while and asked, "You didn't come to me to preach, right?"
Robbie shook his head: "Of course not. Pandaria is about to face a major crisis. Thrall needs 500,000 cannon fodder to consume caveman bullets and 500,000 pandaren lives. Don't you want to do something?"
Chen Stormstout narrowed his eyes. He seemed numb and didn't care at all. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "I remember that the night elves were also involved."
"Tyrande and Malfurion made a stupid decision." Robbie replied without any trace.
"So what do you need me to do?" Chen Stormstout asked curiously.
"You don't need to do anything. If you are willing, I can rescue you and go to a place where Sal will never find you." Robbie looked at the dirty environment around him and said slowly: "Stay away from here.
Pain and suffering, enjoying leisurely seclusion and good food.”
Chen Stormstout said coldly:
"I have lost my wife and children, my most precious possessions. Now I have nothing but the false reputation of a hero. If I follow you and lose even this last thing, what's the point of my life?"
"
Robbie scratched his head a little. Under Wo'jin's conspiracy, Chen Stormstout's heart had fallen into darkness. His worldview was shattered and completely different from ordinary people. He was like a psychotic patient who didn't play by common sense.
After hesitating for a long time, Robbie whispered: "Actually, your wife and children are still alive. Nomi used the teleportation spell."
Chen Stormstout's eyes brightened obviously, with hope of birth emerging, but then his eyes dimmed:
"You won't understand, stranger, my heart is darkened. This world is inherently dark. The cavemen have become the public enemies of Azeroth. If Thrall is rejected, I am afraid that the pandaren will not escape this tragic fate.
"
Robbie wanted to explain that if the cavemen stopped the orcs, then the orcs would perish, but even he couldn't convince himself of this reason. After all, history is here, and some things are destined.
Moreover, just convincing Chen. Stormstout is of no use. After all, this is the general trend, the aspiration of the people, and the trend of the times. The recognition of the orcs and the worship of the savior Thrall by the pandaren cannot be stopped by human power.
Robbie's figure gradually disappeared into the darkness and left the cell.
The next day, Thrall led a group of guards to visit Chen Stormstout.
"Azeroth is facing life and death." Thrall still used his same principles: "Chen Stormstout, I need 500,000 pandaren to join the battlefield in Rag City. If you complete this task,
You are the great hero of Azeroth and become a great savior like me. Of course, you can also refuse. Countless pandaren worship me and they are willing to do anything for me, including being torn alive by me and then eaten."
Thrall opened his big mouth full of sharp teeth and threatened: "You are smart and will not refuse this great honor!"
"Great savior, I am willing to dedicate everything I have to Azeroth."
Chen, Stormstout said humbly.
The media in Azeroth is extremely backward and basically relies on hearsay. Especially in Pandaria, which is in a fog and almost isolated from the world, there is only one channel for obtaining news from the outside world.
The dragon, Guardian Medivh, is fully capable of letting the pandaren see the news they want them to see.
In front of the notice board in the center of Banshan Town Market, a large group of Pandaren gathered.
These bulletin boards are controlled by the Dove of Peace controlled by Jaina, and are regularly updated on major events taking place in Azeroth.
"The cavemen are so evil. First, Hong Xi and other masters were killed in battle. They also killed the ancient turtle Zhen Yuanzi. This hatred is irreconcilable. We Pandaren will never let the cavemen go."
"The evil troggs want to destroy Azeroth. We Pandaren are also part of Azeroth. We should lend a helping hand to help the benevolent orcs destroy the troggs."
A group of pandaren were filled with indignation and gearing up, eager to rush to Rag City immediately.
Beside the notice board, there are several wanted posters posted, and the two masters with the highest rewards are Lan Chip and Li Qing.
The reward order states that it was the shameful escape of these two masters that led to the death of the ancient turtle Zhen Yuanzi. (To be continued)