Garrosh was in despair, and looked helplessly at Jaina, only to see a cold expression on her face.
The Pandaren in the Vale of Vale of Eternal Blossoms returned to a peaceful life. To reduce his visits to the Slaughterhouse, Garrosh had no choice but to work himself to the bone, exhausted every day with no time for anything else.
Jaina continued to wander aimlessly, muttering in a language no one could understand.
On this day, an overseer found Garrosh:
"You are very lucky. Warchief Jaina is entertaining distinguished guests, and you have been chosen Staple Food."
Garrosh was initially resistant, but then he thought that this might not be a bad opportunity.
To conserve Fresh Water, Pandaren don't bathe and smell terrible. Only Garrosh, who becomes the Warchief's Staple Food, gets the chance to take a bath and have his whole body coated in golden honey.
Garrosh, thoroughly cleaned, was placed on the table; it seems our distinguished guest prefers to eat him alive.
The banquet began, and the first to enter the Dining Hall was Magatha, the leader of the Lightforging Tauren. This former leader of the Grimtotem seemed very unhappy, with a gloomy expression.
Before long, two distinguished guests arrived. Garrosh was taken aback, realizing they were two familiar faces: Saurfang the Great and Zul'jin.
Saurfang and Zul'jin support Imperator Mar'gok, while Sylvanas is Durotan's subordinate; the two sides are adversaries. Garrosh secretly wondered about the purpose of the dinner.
Upon seeing the Pandaren on the dining table, Saurfang's eyes lit up:
"Haha, Pandaren, this is exactly my favorite food."
Without a second thought, he disregarded all etiquette and bit off Garrosh's right hand, chewing it greedily.
Garrosh was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face, but for the sake of the bigger picture, he could only endure it for the time being and remain silent.
After a long while, Sylvanas finally appeared, sat at the head of the table, and calmly said:
"Saurfang, Zul'jin, we're old friends, don't stand on ceremony. His Imperator Mar'gok must have sent you here for a reason, so please speak frankly."
Saurfang grinned and said, "Sylvanas, congratulations on becoming Warchief. To tell you the truth, Imperator Mar'gok wants to move Highmaul into Azeroth and has his eye on Lordaeron. We need to go through the Holy Light's Gate in Theramore. I ask for your cooperation, Warchief, and please don't make things difficult for us."
Sylvanas smiled slightly, ignored her, and turned to look at Magatha:
"What have you thought about the suggestion from the other day?"
Magatha stood up angrily, waving his arms and shouting, "The Tauren will never be food again!"
Sylvanas said coldly, "You heard it too. The Ogres are going to enter Azeroth. Something terrible has happened in the Vale of Eternal Blossoms. They can't provide enough meat. Azeroth is facing a life-or-death situation. The Tauren have an obligation to stand up and selflessly Consecration."
Magatha was furious. "I didn't see any life-or-death struggles, only a bunch of greedy Ogres! Don't forget, you are a member of Azeroth, and you have the responsibility and obligation to stop the invasion of foreign enemies."
Zul'jin said in a deep voice, "Tauren, this is a deal. Lord Durotan, leading the Frostwolf Clan and the Thunderlord Clan, will also enter Azeroth. The land they've chosen is Winterspring. Everything we've done is to save Azeroth."
Garrosh wondered why Imperator Mar'gok and Durotan had decided to move to Azeroth.
"Salvation? Hmph, all I see is destruction, Sylvanas. I thought your nature would change after receiving the Holy Light, but you're still the same." Magatha gritted his teeth.
Sylvanas stood up, looking directly into Magatha's eyes, and said, "I have never changed. The more I betray the interests of Azeroth, the more I gain."
"Hmph, the Tauren are different now. We will fight for freedom." Magatha slammed his hand on the table.
Sylvanas laughed heartily, "Poor old man, look who he is."
A strong Tauren entered the tent and knelt before Sylvanas.
Magatha's expression changed. The young Tauren was named Rom Wildtotem. Although he was not related to Magatha by blood, they were like mother and son.
Long ago, Magatha realized that his hands were stained with the blood of innocents and that he would pay the price sooner or later. So he nurtured Rom to one day become his successor and lead the Wildtotem to a bright future.
"Rom, are you crazy? Get up! Don't kneel before this madwoman!"
Rom remained unmoved, still prostrate on the ground. Sylvanas raised her head and laughed:
"Magatha, blame yourself for living too long. Your successor couldn't wait any longer. He betrayed the Lightforging Tauren in exchange for my support. I'm honored that the Tauren will continue to be our food."
"You, you traitor!" Magatha was so angry he couldn't speak.
Sylvanas clapped her hands, and a group of Lightforging Centaurs rushed in and subdued Magatha.
"Magatha, you are useless now. I will judge you for the crime of destroying Azeroth. Tauren are not eaten, it is the same as destroying Azeroth."
Magatha was sent to Orgrimmar prison. Sylvanas turned to look at the guest:
"As you all have seen, the Tauren and Pandaren, the two main sources of meat for Azeroth, are now in my hands. Ogres also eat meat. I am willing to open the Holy Light's Gate and provide enough meat. I just don't know if Imperator Mar'gok is sincere."
Saurfang tore a piece of flesh from Garrosh's right leg and chewed it, then hesitated for a moment before saying:
"His Imperator Mar'gok swears an eternal alliance with the Blood Elves of Silvermoon City."
Sylvanas's expression darkened, and she said unhappily, "This is a blatant threat. You've given me a reason to do everything in my power to stop the Ogres."
Saurfang wagged his finger and said, "Warchief, please hear me out. Imperator Mar'gok is willing to help the Blood Elves overcome the threat of Mana Addiction."
Sylvanas was taken aback. The High Elves of Silvermoon City had never truly rid themselves of their Mana Addiction, and even now they still relied on the magic of the Sunwell.
After pondering for a while, Sylvanas said grimly, "Holy Light can indeed replace magical energy to alleviate Mana Addiction. If that's the method, I can do it too."
Saurfang shook his head. "Not the Holy Light, but another method that solves the Mana Addiction once and for all, without any side effects."
"I don't believe it." Sylvanas's eyes widened, her face full of doubt.
Zul'jin added from the side, "Your Majesty, we have sufficient evidence. I think you should know that the Draenei possess exceptional magical talent. On Argus Planet, the Draenei, like the Highborne ten thousand years ago, abused magic. Later, they wandered the stars, gradually abandoning magic and converting to faith in the Holy Light, and have never suffered from Mana Addiction."
Sylvanas was very envious of the Draenei's outstanding talent and asked seriously, "So what?"
Zul'jin replied:
"For hundreds of years in Draenor World, the Prophet Velen abandoned countless Draenei, stripped them of their Holy Light, beat them half to death, drove them from their cities, and left them to fend for themselves. Some were eaten by Orcs, and others were captured by Ogres. The Ogres suppressed their appetites and turned to magical research. Although they failed to acquire the Draenei's magical talents, they inadvertently found the Antidote for their Mana Addiction."