Since Nozdormu, the Bronze Dragon Aspect, was devoured alive by Thrall, he gradually lost his voice.
With the loss of the Dragon King, the Bronze Dragonflight has lost at least 70% of its combat power.
Although Anachronos was Nozdormu's most trusted son, his strength was less than that of a single claw of the old Dragon King, making it difficult for him to command respect.
The Bronze Dragonflight was thrown into internal strife, and its combat strength plummeted.
Just like when Gadgetzan was surrounded, if Nozdormu were still alive, he would have intervened long ago.
But Anachronos dared not, yet he wanted to protect the face of the Bronze Dragonflight, so he could only propose a negotiation.
Anachronos tried to contact Khadgar, and to his surprise, Khadgar readily agreed.
The negotiations were held in a luxury hotel in Thunder Bluff.
Watching the herd of cattle running below, you can call over your favorite one and feast on it – it's an ultimate pleasure.
In addition to their respective Imperator Mar'gok and Archmage Khadgar, Anachronos also invited Chen Stormstout, Amado the Draenei from Light's Hope Chapel, Durotan from Winterspring, and Taran Zhu from the Vale of Vale of Eternal Blossoms.
Several people initially didn't want to get involved, but upon learning it was Thunder Bluff, they all readily agreed.
Anachronos then attracted a large number of media personnel, with the golden- Kobold and the well-known media personality, Big Candle Gagg, personally leading the interview.
With everything prepared, the group gradually arrived at Thunder Bluff.
Imperator Mar'gok pondered how to please Chen Stormstout, and discussed the matter with his subordinates.
Senior advisor Valrego suggested, "I've heard that Pandaren are quite knowledgeable about cooking, and we Ogres are also skilled in it. Why don't we cater to his tastes and give him our most precious recipes?"
The Butcher said coldly, "The Pandaren think their cooking skills are the best in Azeroth and look down on the culinary skills of any other race. Sending them there would be useless; it would only earn them ridicule."
Valrego exclaimed in surprise, "How can someone who is conservative, arrogant, and complacent be the best in Azeroth?"
"As long as they believe they're the best in Azeroth, that's enough. The Pandaren are notoriously stubborn. If you want to provoke Pandaren, just say their cooking is bad, and they'll turn on you. Thrall has eaten countless Pandaren, but he wouldn't dare criticize Pandaren cooking." The Butcher had investigated the Pandaren, spoke with a slightly unfriendly tone.
Mar'gok's expression froze. "I heard that Chen Stormstout is building Heavenly Palace. Could we start from that angle?"
The Butcher shook his head. "Our Ogre architecture is sturdy enough, prioritizing practicality over aesthetics. Actually, dealing with Pandaren is quite simple: either threaten them or flatter them. As long as you make them happy, they'll be willing to offer their entire families to you to eat."
Mar'gok sighed:
"As the Imperator, I have never said such a thing. For the sake of the Ogre race and the Gorian Empire, I have no choice but to endure it."
That night, Mar'gok found a carefully raised Tauren with delicious meat and brought it to Chen Stormstout as a gift. No one knows what the two talked about.
At Midnight, a drunken Chen Stormstout, with his arm around Mar'gok's shoulder, addressed him as a brother and personally saw him out the door.
The next morning, after sobering up, Chen Stormstout, sent someone to invite Mar'gok, insisting that they become sworn brothers and sworn brothers despite being from different ethnic groups.
Mar'gok achieved his first major diplomatic victory, unaware that a shadow had already loomed over Thunder Bluff.
Tyrande disliked the smell of the Vault of the Wardens; it was always filled with an aura of death.
Of course, Tyrande also disliked the Watchers, and had previously disregarded kinship by killing several of Watchers.
Upon seeing Tyrande arrive, the Watchers all scurried away, leaving Tyrande to shout at the top of her lungs:
I need to see Maiev.
Maiev arrived fully armed, clad in the Watchers and carrying weapons.
"Tyrande, the air here doesn't welcome you." Maiev's voice was calm, but a murderous aura filled the air.
Tyrande smoothed her disheveled hair and chuckled, "Maiev Shadowsong, you're so out of touch. Don't you know what happened in Winterspring?"
"What happened to Winterspring?" Maiev's body trembled.
"Heh!" Tyrande's eyes gleamed. "Back then, you were having a blast killing Kobolds in Winterspring, piling up their corpses like mountains. Have you already forgotten?"
Maiev snorted, "That war was won by Illidan. If it weren't for his heroic efforts, we would have been prisoners of the Kobolds long ago. As for you, the Kaisriel Empire has already surrendered, but you somehow managed to summon a cold wave that Freeze the entire Winterspring."
Recalling her past triumphs, Tyrande couldn't help but beam with pride. "Maiev, I didn't expect you to still remember the name Kethriel. Now she's about to be reborn."
"Impossible! The Kobolds are left with only slaves. Their Priests, royalty, nobles, and commoners are all buried under the thick ice of Winterspring," Maiev vehemently denied.
"It's Durotan. He's brought a million Holy Souls, preparing to resurrect the Kobold Empire," Tyrande said fearfully. "Don't ask me how I know. Durotan is currently in Thunder Bluff, and we need to take the necessary measures."
Maiev lowered her head and said fiercely, "The Kaisriel Empire is a disgrace to the Night Elves and must be forgotten. I know what you want. Come with me."
Tyrande followed Maiev into the depths of the Vault of the Wardens.
The Vault of the Wardens contains a Frost Purgatory, where countless prisoners Freeze. At the deepest part of the inferno, chains crisscross, firmly locking a block of Frost.
Frozen inside the Frost was a short, Kobold with gray fur.
Tyrande's gaze tightened instantly, her pretty face turning deathly pale.
Maiev smiled faintly and said, "Osaid, your father was a multicolored Kobold and your mother was a slave. Born a hybrid, you have the ability to change the color of your hair. You are the most powerful assassin in the Kaisriel Empire. You once infiltrated the Temple of the Moon to launch a sneak attack. If it weren't for the timely radiance of the Elune, you would have had your head taken long ago."
"Stop talking." Tyrande bit her lip hard, her face as cold as ice. "Have you really trained him properly?"
Maiev said smugly, "You know I'm good at torturing souls. His body Freeze solid, but his soul was torn apart and pieced back together time and time again. He's now just my dog."
Tyrande nodded. "Very good. His target is Durotan. If things go smoothly, we might as well take a few more lives."
The negotiations at Thunder Bluff proceeded as scheduled, with Anachronos appearing in human form to greet the guests.
Before each distinguished guest is a live Tauren, accompanied by a Troll Chef is most skilled at eating raw meat and drinking blood. The guest decides which piece of beef they want and how it is cooked.
Taran Zhu was an unrelated person, not involved in the matter, yet she was the first to give a speech.
"I believe all races in Azeroth have the right to exist, whether they are Orcs or Ogres. Hmm, it tastes really good; beef should be eaten like this."
The Draenei "Amado" looked at the weeping Tauren before him, simply eating the cake he had brought with him, and said loudly:
"You know nothing of cruelty. Not long ago, Pandaren were also food on the dinner table."
Taran Zhu his fist on the table and stood up, glaring angrily at Amado.
Amado retorted without hesitation, "There's a famous saying among the Pandaren: being eaten by Orcs is an honor. Don't you agree?"
"If it was eaten by Orcs, then there's no problem." Taran Zhu sat back down.
A shadow lurked in the darkness, observing the guests at the table:
"Those with fangs are Orcs, the chubby ones are Pandaren, those with hooves are Draenei, and those with two heads are Ogres. It's all so confusing."