Sacrificing One's Life for a Righteous Cause (II)

Nazgrim clutched his chest, and seeing the pain on the faces of the generals around him, he immediately realized there was something wrong with the meat. He slapped his chest hard and vomited.

After emptying his stomach, Nazgrim felt better, and the other generals followed suit, immediately Nazgrim the cabin with a foul stench.

Even so, more than half of the generals still fell to the ground, spitting blood and dying.

Nazgrim roared angrily, "Take down this Pandaren!"

Bai Yutou was at a loss and could only shout that he was wronged before being dragged away by several Orcs soldiers.

The Shaman carefully examined the medicinal dishes made from Bai Yutou, but strangely, they found no toxins.

However, the Shaman also discovered another pattern: those who died from poisoning today were frequent visitors to Herb-Scent Town and had consumed medicinal cuisine on a regular basis.

People like Nazgrim, who never go to Herb-Scent Town, vomited up the food in their stomachs and, after a brief period of dizziness, quickly recovered.

The Shaman's investigation displeased Nazgrim, who then summoned Chen Stormstout.

"I must give the deceased an explanation, and also an explanation to Warchief Garrosh. Chen Stormstout, what exactly happened?"

Chen Stormstout, pondered a solution and replied:

"General, medicinal cuisine has a long and rich history among the Pandaren. Long-term consumption can strengthen the body, but it is essential to use the right medicine. As the saying goes, every medicine has its side effects."

"Wait!" Nazgrim asked, frowning. "I think I heard someone say it's all-natural and has no toxic side effects. Is Bai Yutou lying?"

Chen Stormstout, known for his quick wit, replied:

"All medicines have some degree of toxicity, which does not contradict the idea that all medicines are purely natural and have no toxic side effects. If the right medicine is used, it can neutralize toxins, turning toxic substances into non-toxic ones that are beneficial to the human body."

Nazgrim snorted and asked, "Are you saying that the Bai Yutou was given the wrong medicine?"

Chen Stormstout, hurriedly nodded. "This Bai Yutou is utterly useless. He's only half-baked in Herbalism, and his cooking skills are terrible. I can't guarantee that the medicinal dishes he makes will be harmless."

Nazgrim roared angrily, "Chen Stormstout! You knew perfectly well that Bai Yutou was incompetent, why didn't you point it out beforehand? So many generals have died from poisoning, you are also to blame!"

Chen Stormstout, cried out his innocence, "General, please understand! I know very little about herbs and cooking, how would I know anything about the quality of Bai Yutou?"

Nazgrim had no intention of pursuing the truth; he only needed to find an excuse to gloss over the matter. Having successfully intimidated Chen Stormstout, Nazgrim gave the order:

"Go and write an investigation report right now, telling everyone how Bai Yutou plotted to harm the Orcs. That damned Pandaren, I'll make him regret ever being born."

Chen Stormstout, hurriedly agreed. Nazgrim then said:

"I've received word that the Mogu have withdrawn. Our camp has been destroyed, suffering heavy losses and losing a large amount of food. The blame lies with the Pandaren. Chen Stormstout, you must proceed to Herb-Scent Town immediately. It's time for the Pandaren Azeroth."

Wrathion and Anduin stood on a high mountain near Herb-Scent Town, watching as Chen Stormstout sneaked in. Wrathion called out loudly:

"Anduin, look at this Bai Yutou, nailed to the mast by the Orcs, suffering torment day after day. This is the consequence of yielding. Now you should understand what true courage is."

Anduin face ashen, replied, "Bai Yutou met a tragic end, but he enjoyed wealth and honor; his life was worthwhile. The so-called true warriors are probably long gone."

Wrathion looked bitter, feeling he couldn't persuade Anduin.

After Bai Yutou left, the most powerful person in Herb-Scent Town was Bai Yutou's eldest son, Bai Ruanzu. Bai Ruanzu gathered several hundred impoverished Monks and local ruffians, who roamed the countryside and no one dared to mess with them.

Chen Stormstout, found Bai Ruanzu and said with certainty:

"Your father has been given a high position by General Nazgrim and will not be returning for the time being. Thrall the Destroyer has gathered some Evil Orcs on the Timeless Isle, plotting to destroy Pandaria. General Nazgrim needs a large amount of military supplies for his expedition to the Timeless Isle."

Bai Ruanzu was slightly suspicious, blinked, and asked, "What do you need me to do?"

Chen Stormstout instructed, "Immediately gather the people of Herb-Scent Town, convey the Orcs' order, and have them voluntarily become the Orcs' military rations."

Bai Ruanzu was puzzled and asked, "The Orcs can just get their military rations from Herb-Scent Town. The Pandaren are a bunch of cowards and will never resist. Why bother with all this?"

Chen Stormstout said coldly, "Garrosh is different from Thrall. He governs the world with benevolence and righteousness. Only Pandaren are willing will the Orcs eat them."

Bai Ruanzu, looking embarrassed, and said:

"This is a difficult situation. The people of Herb-Scent Town sought refuge with my father because they heard they wouldn't be eaten by Orcs here. If we tell them we need to make military rations, they'll panic and scatter in all directions."

Chen Stormstout threatened:

"Bai Ruanzu, don't forget, all your money is in the bank in Orgrimmar, and I guaranteed it for you. If you don't want your father to know, you'd better think of something."

Thinking about the huge Wealth that could be gained by selling thousands of Pandaren, Bai Ruanzu of heartache and had no choice but to agree.

Bai Ruanzu gathered hundreds of his men, all armed, and drove the people of Herb-Scent Town to the square. Bai Ruanzu climbed onto a beer barrel and delivered a loud speech:

"We Pandaren have always had a fine tradition of sacrificing ourselves for righteousness. Now, Azeroth faces a life-or-death Thrall, and the Destroyer is plotting to destroy Pandaria. What have we Pandaren done? We Pandaren have a glorious history. Whenever foreign enemies invade, we always bravely take up arms. But the enemies we face now are more terrifying than we imagined. They include the Burning Legion, the Old Gods, and terrifying Void Creatures."

Bai Ruanzu paused, then shouted, "Only the great Orcs can defeat these powerful enemies. What we need to do is ensure the warriors who save the world are well-fed. Tell me, brave Pandaren, are you willing to Consecration your own flesh and blood?"

Most of the Pandaren were confused and didn't understand until the very end. Just as they were at a loss, shouts rang out from the crowd.

"We are willing! Come on, fellow countrymen, let's shout together, we are willing!"

Encouraged by this trend, many Pandaren unconsciously shouted out.

A young Pandaren jumped onto a beer barrel and delivered a passionate speech:

"My grandparents, uncles, father, mother, and all twenty-seven of my family were made into rations for the Orcs. Now it's finally my turn. I feel incredibly honored and proud. Fellow countrymen, the time has come to show your courage! Shout with me, 'We are willing! Don't disgrace the Pandaren race!'"

Another deafening roar erupted, leaving most of the Pandaren in a daze.

Then another Pandaren jumped onto the beer barrel and shouted:

"I understood a long time ago that without the Orcs, there would be no Pandaren. We can live freely in Pandaria thanks to the Orcs who fought bravely for us. Our peaceful lives are only possible because the Orcs bore the burden for us. What does their blood and flesh matter? Come, brave Pandaren! Let us gloriously become the Orcs' rations."

The Pandaren fell silent; they didn't dare to resist. The thought of being eaten by the Orcs made many Pandaren weep.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Bai Ruanzu shouted, "Look, many of our compatriots are moved to tears!"