Who Tirion Fordring most afraid of?
Zul'jin said in a trembling voice, "I know, it's Thrall."
Thrall, the great Savior and hero of Azeroth, is feared by almost everyone. Even now, Jaina occasionally feels weak in the knees and turns pale when he mentions him.
Moreover, Zul'jin had been tortured by Thrall, leaving a shadow in his heart.
Garrosh frowned, displeased, and said:
"Thrall may be cruel, but the key figure who Steadfast Tirion Fordring's loyalty to the Orcs was Eitrigg. We don't know what happened when Tirion Fordring first met Eitrigg, but from then on, Tirion Fordring remained utterly loyal to the Orcs without complaint."
"Eitrigg!"
Zul'jin nodded and said, "I understand. We will use the Power of the August Celestials to assist Chen Stormstout."
Chen Stormstout, clutching the Teleportation Scroll tightly, turned pale with fright. Sylvanas, a smile playing on her lips, slowly walked towards him.
Sylvanas was severely injured, her Power of Death and Power of the Holy Light almost completely depleted, making her relatively easy to deal with. The most terrifying thing was the Holy Dragon Tirion Fordring above her, Pride surveying the Pandaren below and enjoying watching him slowly sink into despair.
Chen Stormstout forced a smile, intending to kneel down and kowtow to admit his mistake, pleading:
"Warchief, you are so magnanimous. I am but a worthless Pandaren, yet I am willing to grovel at your feet and become your most loyal Servant."
Sylvanas stopped in front of him and laughed mockingly:
"Do you want to kneel down and beg for mercy, Pandaren? I'm sorry to disappoint you. I will cruelly refuse you and put you on the dinner table. Pandaren are always food."
Feeling the increasingly powerful pressure from the Holy Dragon, Chen Stormstout's legs went weak, and he sat down on the ground, his smile more like a grimace.
"Your Warchief, I know I was wrong. You are the most beautiful woman in Azeroth, and Tirion Fordring is the greatest hero. Please forgive my mistakes. I am willing to become your slave."
Sylvanas glared fiercely and roared arrogantly, "I will never forgive any ambitious person who wants to replace me. You are nothing but a piece of trash, Pandaren."
Just then, a faint power surged into Chen Stormstout's body; this was the Illusion Power of Chi-Ji, one of the August Celestials.
Chen Stormstout was secretly puzzled. Would illusions work on Tirion Fordring? He even thought that even if August Celestials were present, they would still be no match for the Holy Dragon Tirion Fordring.
Sylvanas's mocking gaze enraged Chen Stormstout, who gritted his teeth in hatred and, on a whim, unleashed his Illusion Power.
A massive Orcs suddenly appeared, his expression ferocious, his hair and beard white; it was Eitrigg, Thrall's most trusted advisor.
Eitrigg pointed at Tirion Fordring, his face contorted in rage, and roared:
"Useless trash, get out."
The Holy Dragon Tirion Fordring shuddered violently, his eyes filled with indescribable fear. His massive body trembled like a leaf, and with a piercing scream, blinding Holy Light spewed from his mouth and eyes. Then, countless rays of light burst forth, and the dragon's body instantly collapsed, leaving only a wisp of golden Holy Light that screamed as it flew away into the distance.
The invincible Holy Dragon Tirion Fordring was defeated just like that.
Chen Stormstout, straightened up and immediately stood up, scratching his head in disbelief.
Sylvanas froze, too embarrassed to know what to do, and forced a smile, saying, "The Pandaren and I have always been good friends."
A fist gradually grew larger and slammed into her face. Chen Stormstout's Chi surged, unleashing his Wind, Fire, Thunder, and Lightning Techniques, launching a merciless attack.
Sylvanas screamed and staggered back, taking several heavy punches that left her battered and disheveled, her hair a mess.
Chen Stormstout, relentlessly pressed down, intending to kill Sylvanas in the Vale of Eternal Blossoms.
Sylvanas could only flee for her life. At Chen Stormstout's command, a large group of Pandaren surrounded her and completely overwhelmed Sylvanas.
The former Queen of Undercity, the Warchief of the Horde, was torn to pieces by countless Pandaren, leaving no trace of her remains.
Chen Stormstout took a deep breath, feeling a surge of power welling up inside him. Standing on high ground, he raised his arms and shouted:
"From this day forward, the Pandaren have stood up."
In the distance, amidst the bushes, Garrosh beamed with joy, clenching his fist and exclaiming, "We succeeded! The Pandaren of the Vale of Vale of Eternal Blossoms are finally free!"
Jaina and Zul'jin were also overjoyed. According to the Grey Man's instructions, Pandaren of the Vale of Eternal Blossoms were freed from their tragic Destiny of being used as food, Jaina and the other two would be free.
However, after waiting for quite some time, the three remained Pandaren and were not saved.
"Have we overlooked something?" Zul'jin asked, puzzled.
Jaina frowned slightly, biting her lip, and said, "Chen Stormstout has replaced Sylvanas, and the Lightforging Tauren, Centaurs, and Quilboar are under his command. He is at least twice as strong as Taran Zhu, and the two sides are no longer in balance. I guess this is the reason."
Garrosh complained, "It's unbalanced, but the Pandaren are free now, our mission is complete."
Zul'jin speculated, "If Chen Stormstout defeats Taran Zhu and unifies the Pandaren in the Vale of Eternal Blossoms, he will definitely turn the Pandaren into food again for his own benefit."
Garrosh's mouth dropped open in astonishment. After careful consideration, he realized that Zul'jin's words made sense; if Taran Zhu had won instead, the result would have been the same.
Things always seem to go wrong, and thinking about this, all three of them were dejected. Jaina murmured:
It seems we still need to keep working hard.
Garrosh was perplexed. "The Chen Stormstout, how can we maintain balance?"
Zul'jin's eyes suddenly lit up. "The August Celestials told me that Sylvanas is not dead; she has been resurrected in a nearby tomb."
"Could it be the Lich's Phylactery?" Jaina exclaimed.
The former Dark Lady of Undercity, with the help of the Elune, has further enhanced her Power of Death; there is no reason for her not to prepare Phylactery for herself.
Zul'jin nodded. "Sylvanas resurrected using the remains of a female Pandaren, and she's extremely weak. It seems she was prepared."
Jaina pondered for a moment, then exclaimed happily, "Let's go see Sylvanas now and force her to ally with Taran Zhu!"
Garrosh didn't understand and asked, "Does it make sense? Sylvanas will probably have a hard time returning to her peak condition."
Jaina reluctantly explained, "Have you forgotten? We have an agreement with the Draenei Amado. If we can use Sylvanas's connections to bring Taran Zhu and Amado, we can once again maintain a balance of power."
In an ancient tomb, Sylvanas sat up from the decaying coffin.
This should be the tomb of a Pandaren noble. Besides the tomb owner, there were many slaves buried with him. There was no shortage of skeletons. Using her limited Power of Death, Sylvanas finally managed to put together a body and crawled out of the tomb wearing tattered clothes.
It was already late at night when Sylvanas crawled out and saw three Pandaren eyeing her menacingly.
"Could it be a coincidence?"
Sylvanas felt a jolt of fear, clinging to a sliver of hope, and remained silent, preparing to deal with the situation as an ordinary Undead.
One of the Pandaren women whispered, "Sylvanas, it was Taran Zhu who sent us."
Sylvanas tilted her head in confusion, and after a long while, she asked, "What are your orders, Master Zhu?"