The only Orcs to achieve Unity of Heaven and Humanity Immerseus, has betrayed us.
Wrathion appeared calm and composed, as if everything was under control, but inwardly he was panicking and secretly regretting his actions.
Orcs may appear brave, but they are actually cowardly and have absolutely no courage to rebel against Thrall.
From this, we can deduce that Immerseus is no longer the Orcs he once was; he is likely an Evil creature hidden in the mist, or a sealed Demons.
Because Wrathion, in his cleverness, infused the Orcs with mist, releasing this terrifying monster, it managed to deceive Wrathion and take over the body of one of the Orcs.
This proved that Wrathion's theory was completely wrong, but at the same time, it also meant the loss of a golden opportunity.
If this secret had been discovered earlier, there was a high probability that interrogating Immerseus would have uncovered the secrets of the Pandaria Mist.
Thinking of this, Wrathion sighed with regret, but there was still a chance.
"Don't worry, Immerseus will not escape. I will definitely avenge the fallen Orcs," Wrathion said loudly, as if he had made a great decision.
Wrathion infused Immerseus with the power of Unity of Heaven and Humanity, and inevitably a small amount of Wrathion's original power remains within Immerseus. By simply tracing this energy that does not belong to Azeroth, one can find Immerseus.
Using a special tracking spell, Wrathion quickly located Immerseus's position.
In the northern part of the Timeless Isle, below the Ordon Sanctuary.
Wrathion sensed something was wrong.
Since entering the Timeless Isle, Wrathion had known about the unusual nature of the Ordon Sanctuary. Although the Yaungol were weak and insignificant, their backer was Ragnaros, the Firelord.
At present, Wrathion's strength is not enough to contend with an Elemental Lords, not to mention that each Elemental Lords has an endless army of elementals under his command.
Madam Goya appeared out of nowhere. The riot triggered by Immerseus had killed tens of thousands of Orcs, and even Thrall was seriously injured and had to hide among the corpses.
Madam Goya, despite her low strength, was unharmed and asked with a smile, "My lord, have you found Immerseus?"
Wrathion's face lit up with joy. "Madam Goya, you are close Ordos with Orthodox, the Yaungol god of fire. Then Immerseus is hiding beneath Ordon Sanctuary, probably in the sewers."
Madam Goya was stunned for a long while, then covered her mouth and laughed:
"My lord, you are unaware of the fact that the Yaungol are far from civilized. They are accustomed to urinating and defecating wherever they please and have no idea what a sewer is. The Ordon Sanctuary is shrouded in a strange power, preventing outsiders from entering. Although I am a good friend of Ordos, the god of fire, I have never visited the temple."
Wrathion naturally attributed the mystery of the Ordon Sanctuary to the Firelord, coldly saying:
"I'll treat this mere Firelord like one of the August Celestials sooner or later. I'll let Immerseus live a few more days for now, and then I'll find an opportunity to tear him to pieces."
Wrathion healed Thrall's wounds, and Thrall, now lively and energetic again, pointed at the unconscious Chen Stormstout on the ground and said viciously:
"This wicked Pandaren once plotted to destroy Azeroth, but I cruelly ate it. Somehow it resurrected. Hmph, it's been a long time since I've tasted Pandaren flesh."
Thrall bit down on Chen Stormstout's neck, but it was like biting into a steel plate; two of his fangs broke off, and at the same time, a horrifying stench filled Thrall's mouth and nose.
The stench was so terrible that Thrall felt dizzy and collapsed to the ground, convulsing and vomiting violently, almost bringing up his stomach.
After all, Chen Stormstout was a hero, and Antonidas used the finest materials to build his body, materials with excellent hardness and wear resistance.
Even the finest ingredients are made from rotten flesh mixed with various dark magics, making them a hundred times more terrifying than ordinary rotten flesh, and one whiff of them is unforgettable.
Thrall was filled with remorse and kept rolling his eyes.
Wrathion laughed loudly, "Thrall the glutton has finally learned his lesson; this Pandaren is now an Undead."
Madam Goya sized up Chen Stormstout: "Since he is Servant of the August Celestials, a loyal subordinate of Garrosh, and therefore our enemy, we should get rid of him."
Wrathion shook his head. "A mere Pandaren is nothing to fear. We need an informant to gather information on Garrosh's army's movements. Let him go."
Wrathion reached out and injected a Black Flame into Chen Stormstout's body, then cast a teleportation spell to send it off the Timeless Isle.
After waking up, Chen Stormstout found himself lying in a thicket of bushes. He quickly got up and looked around. This should be Valley of the Four Winds, not far from the Stormstout Brewery.
Recalling the failure at the Stormstout Brewery, Chen Stormstout was horrified. The loss of five hundred Orcs —how could he explain this to General Nazgrim?
Perhaps we can escape.
However, the August Celestials have been imprisoned by Wrathion. Without his backer, Chen Stormstout can no longer stand in Pandaria. His Pandaren family members, whom he betrayed, must hate him to the core and wish they could skin him alive and eat him.
Chen Stormstout had no choice but to grit his teeth and return to the Orcs camp in the Krasarang Wilds.
Seeing Chen Stormstout return alone, Nazgrim guessed what had happened and said sarcastically, "Our warrior has returned, but where are the 100,000 Pandaren you brought?"
Chen Stormstout knelt on the ground with a thud, crying loudly, "General, I was wrong! I suffered a crushing defeat at the Stormstout Brewery, and my entire army was wiped out!"
Nazgrim said fiercely, "You can't even take down a small Stormstout Brewery, what use are you to me, you piece of trash? Men, chop him into pieces and burn him for firewood."
Rokhan, standing to the side, rolled his eyes and said with a smile:
"General, please calm down. Although Chen Stormstout is an incompetent good-for-nothing, he's not so incapable of taking over the Stormstout Brewery. Let's hear his explanation before taking any action."
Nazgrim nodded. "Alright, I'll give you a chance to explain."
Chen Stormstout's mind raced, and he quickly came up with a plan. He said, sounding aggrieved, "General, it's the August Celestials. They colluded with Thrall and set up an ambush at the Stormstout Brewery."
Nazgrim gasped slightly, and exclaimed in surprise:
"The August Celestials of Pandaria have actually colluded with Thrall the Destroyer. Damn it! No wonder our army has suffered so many setbacks. If this is all the August Celestials' doing, then it makes sense."
Nazgrim had no interest in seeking the truth; he simply needed a sufficient reason to justify his defeat and quell Warchief Garrosh's wrath.
If it was a conspiracy by the August Celestials, then it was not a crime committed in battle, and Garrosh would not punish him.
Nazgrim's face darkened, and he said loudly, "Chen Stormstout, I'm giving you a chance to redeem yourself. You must immediately return to Orgrimmar and explain the August Celestials' conspiracy to the Warchief."
Chen Stormstout was secretly delighted. What General Nazgrim wanted was nothing more than to stir up trouble in front of Garrosh and shift all the blame for the failure onto the August Celestials, which was exactly what he was good at.
"Thank you, General, for sparing my life. I will certainly live up to your expectations and ensure the mission is completed."
Chen Stormstout, declared.