Chen Stormstout traveled extensively throughout Azeroth, gaining a wide range of knowledge and skills, including a particular interest in the techniques of the Stealth.
The small warship rowed to the vicinity of the reef. The leading Orcs glanced at it, saw nothing, waved, and prepared to leave.
Lucas was filled with turbulent emotions.
The Peace Dove had a profound influence on him. From as far back as he could remember, members of the Peace Dove would recruit soldiers in the village, post portraits of Thrall and Jaina, and promote the greatness of the Orcs.
His father, three older brothers, and two older sisters all bravely joined the Theramore coalition and have not been heard from since.
But this did not diminish their fascination with Orcs in the slightest.
Thrall, Jaina, Tirion Fordring Sylvanas, Azeroth —the glorious and magnificent images of the heroes of Azeroth inspired Lucas's growth; they were the undying heroic dreams in his heart.
Although his dreams were shattered by reality, Lucas was not easily deterred.
From the bottom of his heart, Lucas believed that the docks were just a small group of Orcs and did not represent the kind and benevolent Orcs.
In that instant, countless choices flashed through Lucas's mind.
The hero's deeds inspired Lucas; but what would the great Tirion Fordring have done in this situation?
Chen Stormstout and Taran Zhu were intently focused on the Orcs warship, unaware of Lucas's changing expression.
"Race represents honor; Orcs are noble and pure, while humans are inherently despicable and shameless."
The Peace Dove recounted Tirion Fordring's famous quote more than once, which deeply influenced Lucas, who felt ashamed of being human.
For Azeroth.
Lucas silently rallied himself and shouted, "The traitor is here!"
"Asshole!"
Do you want to die?
No one expected Lucas to betray them; it's too late to say anything now.
There is only one battle left.
Chen Stormstout and Taran Zhu rushed out almost simultaneously, their fists flying like the wind. In a short moment, more than a dozen Lightforging Orcs on the Orcs warship were knocked down.
Lucas was stunned; he hadn't expected these two Pandaren to be so skilled.
"You're good, Lucas."
Chen Stormstout, with a bitter smile, said, "I was just as foolish as you once was. By the time I realized it, it was too late. I had made a grave mistake and brought disaster to Pandaria. Lucas, I will spare your life tonight. The Orcs will surely reward you. Take care!"
Chen Stormstout and Taran Zhu rowed away in their famous small boat, leaving Lucas on the Orcs's warship.
The lonely night and the shadow of the cliff filled Lucas with unease.
After a long while, a coughing sound came from inside the cabin. It was the leader of the Lightforging Orcs, but he had been knocked unconscious.
Lucas hurriedly and attentively helped him up. The Lightforging Orcs stared weakly at Lucas, managing a weak smile:
"Human, you have done well. I will report your achievements as soon as I get back. The Lightforging Orcs need a great hero like you."
Lucas was overjoyed, relieved that his good deed hadn't been in vain, and convinced that his choice was correct.
Just as dawn broke, a warship found the place, and the leading Lightforging Orcs kept his word and reported Lucas's achievements.
Lucas was treated well and, amidst the envy of others, was freed from his status as a slave. He was invited to the Light's Hope Chapel.
I heard that a very important person is going to receive him, so I need to make some preparations.
Soldiers of the Argent Dawn served him as he bathed and changed clothes, shaving off all his body hair—a necessary step when meeting important figures, as was said.
Inside a large room, naked Lucas lay on a chopping board, his body covered in syrup.
Lucas was secretly surprised, realizing that important figures indeed had a great deal of rules and regulations.
Beside him lay a robust Tauren, its antlers resembling those of a deer, clearly from Highmountain.
"Hello." Lucas, waiting for the syrup to dry, struck up a conversation. "Are you also coming with me to meet the important person?"
The Highmountain Tauren grumbled, "We're about to be eaten, and you're still chatting idly."
"What? Eaten?" Lucas was so surprised that he tried to sit up, but found himself powerless and unable to move.
The Highmountain Tauren sneered, "You're a useless piece of trash; you don't even realize you're about to die."
"This isn't real, this isn't real!" Lucas shouted anxiously.
The Highmountain Tauren sneered, "Don't waste your energy. This syrup is specially made; it can penetrate our skin and improve our flesh. I heard that Amado guest."
Who is Amado?
"The leader of the Lightforging Orcs and the old guard of the Argent Dawn, he was a Draenei."
Lucas cursed, "The Peace Dove was right, the Draenei are all Demons."
After the syrup had fully soaked into their skin, someone pushed Lucas and the Highmountain Tauren into a room, where a Draenei sat in the host's seat.
Aman'Thul waved his hand, ordering all the servants to leave, and stood up to look at the two men.
"I hate Highmountain Tauren. If it weren't for that guy's unique taste, you wouldn't even have the right to be here."
Aman'Thul broke off a bull's horn and stuffed it into the Highmountain Tauren, rendering him unable to make a sound.
"Lucas, human from the Kingdom of Stormwind, tonight is your reward, fulfilling your long-cherished wish."
"You know me?" Lucas asked in surprise.
Aman'Thul smiled and said, "Two Pandaren slaves escaped, and you gave up your freedom to betray them. That's quite amusing, so I specifically chose you. I hope that distinguished guest will be satisfied. The time is almost up; she should be arriving soon."
A purple light flashed, and Portal appeared beside the dining table. A slender figure stepped through the Portal, wearing a light purple dress that accentuated her beautiful figure.
Lucas was panicked; although it was their first meeting, he had seen Lucas in portraits countless times.
"Jaina!"
Jaina exclaimed excitedly, "A Highmountain Tauren! That's my favorite! Why is there a human among them?"
Aman'Thul said calmly, "He's a country nobleman. I know him; his father, brothers, and sisters were all tricked into coming to Theramore, and they have a particular adoration for you."
"Scammed?" Lucas wondered to himself.
Jaina laughed, "I see. They must have been made into food for the Orcs. There are plenty of fools like that in Kingdom of Stormwind."
"Why am I called a fool? Isn't being eaten by Orcs a great honor?" Lucas couldn't understand.
Aman'Thul laughed, "Then can you grant his wish and devour him piece by piece? Although his ideal is to be eaten by Thrall, it's almost the same if you take Thrall's place."
Jaina shook her head. "I'm sorry, this isn't to my liking. I have important business to discuss today; Aegwynn wants to see Kalecgos."
Aman'Thul nodded as he recounted the deal with Aegwynn the Flesh-Eternal in detail.
"Aegwynn is truly cunning; the transfer of magic is a pretense, her real intention is to exchange souls with Kalecgos."
"Exchange souls?" Jaina was baffled.
"This is an ancient secret technique, a life-extending method invented by some Demons," Aman'Thul explained.
"Knowledge and magic can also serve as vessels for the soul. After imparting all knowledge, one can take its place and exchange souls with the other. The principles behind this are very complex."
Jaina nodded, cut off a piece of Highmountain beef, blood dripping from it, and chewed it, saying, "I knew it, Aegwynn wouldn't be so kind."
Lucas was stunned as he watched Jaina eat.
This woman is a Demons.