In fact, Khadgar had no intention of asking Imperator Mar'gok for help, believing that he and Chen Stormstout together would be enough to subdue Sylvanas.
Sylvanas's confidence forced him to change his plans.
With Khadgar's help, the two sides jointly constructed a permanent Teleportation Array connecting Orgrimmar to the Vale of Eternal Blossoms of Eternal Blossoms.
On this day, Orgrimmar was as sunny and breezy as the Vale of Eternal Blossoms. The wide Teleportation Array shone with golden light, allowing a thousand people to pass through at once.
Sylvanas, dressed in full military attire, inspected the troops in front of the Teleportation Array.
With Lightforging Centaurs, Lightforging Quilboar, and Lightforging Tauren as food and vanguard, Orgrimmar's reinforcements numbered a full two hundred thousand.
Khadgar subtly boasted, "Warchief, this Teleportation Array incorporates Holy Light magic and consumes Holy Light energy. Draenor's Holy Light is inexhaustible, so you can use it without worry."
Sylvanas narrowed her eyes and asked, "When would be the most opportune time for Chen Stormstout to launch a sneak attack?"
Khadgar's heart tightened, but he remained calm and said, "Of course, it's right after the teleportation ends, because the fluctuations from the spatial magic will cause a brief period of dizziness."
Sylvanas said confidently, "I'd like to see if Chen Stormstout has the guts."
Having said that, Sylvanas led a thousand carefully selected Personal Guards and stepped onto the Teleportation Array first.
Khadgar's eyes widened in surprise; he hadn't expected Sylvanas to have such audacity.
It's important to understand that someone of such high status as Horde Warchief would never personally risk their life as the vanguard; the idea of leading from the front is nothing but a lie.
With such arrogance, it remains to be seen whether Chen Stormstout can seize the opportunity.
With a flash of light, Sylvanas's thousand-strong army vanished, successfully teleported to the Vale of Eternal Blossoms.
Chen Stormstout was already waiting by the Teleportation Array. Seeing that Sylvanas was among the first group to arrive, he was somewhat surprised, but didn't seize the opportunity to launch a sneak attack. Instead, he strode forward to greet her politely:
"Warchief Sylvanas, it's been a long time. I was eaten by Thrall back then, and it was thanks to you that I was resurrected from the dead. I have always remembered this kindness."
Sylvanas, slightly surprised, chuckled as she awoke from her mild dizziness:
"Speaking of being eaten by Thrall, we've all had the same experience, Chen Stormstout. Someone said you wanted to take my place, is that true?"
Chen Stormstout feigned surprise, saying, "Who would sow discord? I would never be that kind of person. Everyone knows I am a great hero of Azeroth, a moral exemplar for the Pandaren, with impeccable character, and I have saved Azeroth time and time again."
Sylvanas replied calmly, "You betrayed countless Pandaren, feeding them to the Orcs as rations. Truly the act of a great hero."
Chen Stormstout, said, "Same here. Silvermoon City was also used as a meat storage by the Orcs back then. You dared not speak out against it, so you could only go and cause trouble for Arthas."
The conversation was tense and fraught with tension, but Sylvanas secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
If the other party truly had ulterior motives, they wouldn't have been so aggressive from the start; they probably just wanted to establish an equal cooperative relationship.
Sylvanas relaxed her guard slightly and waved her hand, saying, "I've brought you the most needed military rations. I wonder if you have the courage to try some?"
Chen Stormstout, chuckling, said, "What's there to be afraid of?"
Another flash of light appeared on the Teleportation Array, and this time, Lightforging Tauren was teleported in. Half of them were wearing thick armor and wielding various terrifying weapons; they were well-equipped.
The other half of the Tauren wore only a piece of cloth around their waists, their bodies bound in chains, representing the most premium ingredients in Azeroth.
Sylvanas's voice was calm. "Although the Trolls ' culinary skills are far inferior to those of the Pandaren, they have a unique talent for cooking Tauren. My Chefs were personally trained by Vol'jin, and each of them has cooked more than a thousand Tauren. Please give them some pointers on their culinary skills."
Chen Stormstout, humbly replied, "I wouldn't presume to offer guidance. The art of cooking is ever-changing and infinitely mysterious; I am still learning myself."
The two took their seats as host and guest, Troll Chefs selected a strong Tauren to cook beef on the spot.
Flashes of light followed one after another as Sylvanas's team passed through the Portal. Before long, two plates of fragrant grilled steaks were served.
Chen Stormstout, cut off a piece of beef, dipped it in sauce, and put it in his mouth, laughing:
"As expected of Lightforging Tauren, the power of Holy Light permeates the meat, creating a flavor that is both Holy Light and sweet, a truly rare delicacy."
Sylvanas smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment. I've always been satisfied with these Chefs and take them with me wherever I go."
Chen Stormstout shook his head, then changed the subject, saying, "Everyone says that the Dark Lady Sylvanas is resourceful, but I think she's nothing special. The ingredients were good, but unfortunately, she didn't have a good Chef. Hmph, let's not talk about her cooking skills, lest people think the Warchief has poor judgment."
Despite the palpable hostility, Sylvanas smiled instead of getting angry, "I'd really like to ask, what's wrong with these Troll Chefs?"
Chen Stormstout, pointing to the dipping sauce, said, "Judging from the recipe, it must have come from Halfhill. Pandaren aren't good at keeping secrets, so stealing a recipe isn't a big deal. It's just that Trolls are savage and ferocious, and their hands are inevitably stained with blood. It would be a waste to taint such a fine sauce with the smell of blood."
Sylvanas asked, "What if you were to cook?"
Chen Stormstout, whose hands were stained with blood no less than anyone else's, smiled slightly and said, "Naturally, I would bathe with incense to temporarily neutralize the smell of blood and preserve the original flavor of the ingredients."
The Troll Chefs' expressions changed. They had indeed secretly learned cooking skills in Halfhill, but the claim that Vol'jin personally trained them was just a facade, since Vol'jin's cooking skills were quite mediocre. They hadn't expected there to be so many intricacies involved.
Chen Stormstout added:
"The art of cooking lies in variation, adjusting the heat according to the ingredients. This method would have been fine for the previous Tauren. But the Lightforging Tauren are different; the power of the Holy Light is contained within their beef. The most appropriate way is to cook it with the fire of the Holy Light. Unfortunately, these Trolls used firewood, which clashes with the Holy Light, resulting in an incongruous and wasteful use of such superior ingredients."
Chen Stormstout was very knowledgeable about cooking, Sylvanas, who knew nothing about cooking, couldn't get a word in edgewise. In a fit of anger, she drew her broken sword and swiftly severed the throats of several Troll Chefs.
"Warchief, what courage you have!"
Chen Stormstout clapped his hands in praise, then sneered and mocked:
"People say that governing a large country is like cooking a small fish. The way to govern a country is the same as cooking; one should adapt to circumstances and know how to be flexible. Now that the Age of Holy Light has arrived, it is probably not appropriate for Her Majesty the Queen to be as ruthless and domineering as before, maintaining her rule with iron fist and killing."
Sylvanas glared at her. "I don't need you to tell me what to do."
Chen Stormstout's expression was indifferent. "The Warchief is stubborn and obstinate, a true cancer to Azeroth. If this continues, it will inevitably lead to grave mistakes, plunging all living beings into misery. I, Chen Stormstout, though a mere commoner, dare to humbly request that the Warchief abdicate and that a wise and virtuous person assume this heavy responsibility."
Sylvanas looked at him in surprise. "I don't understand, why didn't you ambush me while I was teleporting?"
At this moment, about half of Sylvanas's army had already teleported over. Chen Stormstout said unhurriedly:
"Warchief, you can fool Khadgar, but you can't fool me. Far from abandoning Undead magic, you've become even more Mastery than before."