A trip to Orgrimmar isn't complete without sampling the meat sauce in the Drag.
Vandel chose a high-end savory meat restaurant, where a wide variety of fresh ingredients were on display for diners to choose from, representing almost every race in Azeroth.
Akama chose a female Tauren expression remained unchanged as she chanted about Holy Light, as if she were accustomed to life and death.
The shopkeeper slaughtered the animal right in front of the two men, and the Troll Chef made it into a meat sauce.
Vandel explained in a low voice, "The Orcs used to cheat us. The fresh ingredients you chose were replaced with frozen meat in the kitchen. The diners felt cheated and no one wanted to come anymore, so we had to change it to slaughtering the animals right in front of them."
Akama remarked, "Azeroth is truly unique. The Orcs have been using this trick in Draenor for centuries, and it hasn't affected their business at all."
When the secret-recipe meat sauce was served, Akama stared blankly at the contents of the bowl, lost in thought.
The ingredients weren't cleaned properly; they were mixed with Tauren hair, and half a large intestine emitted a foul odor. Akama found half a bull horn.
"You're telling me this is the famous Orgrimmar meat sauce from Azeroth?" Akama muttered to himself.
Vandel took a big bite of the meat sauce and grinned, saying, "The most important thing about food is its taste; appearance comes second."
Akama thought about it and agreed. She took a bite, and a fishy, foul smell hit her head, almost making her vomit.
"Is this edible?" Akama protested loudly.
"Keep your voice down, do you want to become food?" Vandel warned. "Think about it, Thrall has defeated Sargeras countless times; the Orcs' boasting has become a habit."
It turns out that all the so-called top-notch delicacies are just hype.
Akama forced himself to eat a few bites, then shook his head. "I still can't eat this. Perhaps it's more suitable for bloodthirsty Orcs."
"All right!"
Vandel beckoned the shopkeeper over, pointed to the meat sauce, and said, "My friend here doesn't like it bland."
The shopkeeper took away Akama's meat sauce, heated oil to fry it, sprinkled in a lot of salt, and added a large bowl of seasonings.
Surprisingly, after processing, Akama thought it tasted pretty good.
That night, the two found a hotel in the Drag and checked in.
In her sleep, Akama suddenly experienced excruciating abdominal pain and her stomach was churning violently; she had clearly eaten something that upset her stomach.
After leaving Argus Planet, Akama endured arduous interstellar journeys and suffered all kinds of hardships.
Countless times when he was starving, Akama ate the flesh of Plague Rats, gnawed on the bones of Ooze, and ate green-haired spiders as snacks, and never got sick.
The Draenei's stomachs, capable of digesting even steel, were defeated by Orgrimmar meat sauce.
Akama hurriedly searched for a toilet, and after relieving himself for half the night, his legs were weak, and he lay on the bed groaning listlessly.
As her consciousness gradually faded, a golden Holy Light entered Akama's room in a hazy state.
Akama looked up and saw a semi-transparent figure enveloped in Holy Light —the female Tauren who had been eaten during the day, wearing a warm smile.
"You've actually been Redemption!" Akama exclaimed. "Does that mean being eaten by Orcs allows you to enter the Holy Light Heaven? No, the one who ate you wasn't Orcs, so if you're killed by Orcs, you can be saved by the Holy Light, is that right?"
The female Tauren smiled without answering, and said gently, "Akama, do you miss the Holy Light?"
Akama lowered his head, looking very uncomfortable, and said, "I miss the Holy Light, but the Holy Light has abandoned me."
"The Holy Light did not abandon you; rather, you abandoned the Holy Light." The female Tauren said gently, "After the fall of Shattrath City, your heart was filled with hatred, and the Holy Light was sadly kept outside. When you learn to forgive and tolerate, the Holy Light is willing to return to your side."
"But how can I not feel hatred when the Draenei are slaughtered by the Orcs?" Akama shouted.
"Akama, this is merely a test from the Holy Light for the Draenei. All the Draenei slaughtered by the Orcs have gained eternal life in the Holy Light Heaven."
Akama lit up with joy. "So the Prophet Velen wasn't lying to us. I'm willing to let go of my hatred and forgive the Orcs."
"Akama, hatred has hardened in your heart. You must undergo trials to regain the favor of the Holy Light." The female Tauren's voice was reassuring.
"I'm willing. I'm willing to endure any trial, as long as I can return to the embrace of the Holy Light."
Akama was overjoyed. After losing the Holy Light, his power had decreased significantly, and he dreamed of regaining Holy Light.
Akama, please come with me.
The female Tauren's spirit led the way, and Akama hurriedly followed behind, his body enveloped in Holy Light.
Vandel noticed Akama's movements and cautiously followed behind to see what he was up to.
After leaving the Drag, the female Tauren and Akama entered the Valley of Honor.
Half of Valley of Honor was under martial law, with Elite orcs checking Orcs everywhere.
Vandel was taken aback. It must be Orcs high-ranking orc traveling. With such tight security, Vandel dared not follow.
Akama was enveloped in Holy Light, as if he had become invisible. The surrounding Orcs ignored him and followed the female Tauren into a luxurious inn.
A huge pot sat in the lobby of the hotel, with boiling oil bubbling away.
A large amount of food had been prepared, mostly from Tauren and Pandaren. Several young girls on the ship were also among them, all of them weeping uncontrollably.
A majestic Orcs sat at a long table to the side, served by hundreds of Chefs.
Akama recognized the Orcs as Horde, the Thrall of the Warchief, from the iconic black armor and the Doomhammer lying to the side.
Lately, Thrall's appetite has become increasingly picky; he only eats the meat he really wants, and he eats at least fifty pieces of meat in one meal.
The female Tauren sincerely praised:
"Thrall is a great Savior, a moral exemplar for Azeroth. Countless beings have been born in Azeroth over tens of millions of years, but none have been able to match even a fraction of Thrall's morality. If everyone were like Thrall, Azeroth would become a beautiful Holy Light Heaven."
The Troll Chef's dagger flashed coldly as he skillfully ripped out the heart of a Pandaren and tossed it into hot oil to fry.
After being deep-fried, a special Chef cuts off the tenderest part of the meat, sprinkles it with a delicious dipping sauce, places it on a plate, and serves it to Thrall.
At this moment, the Pandaren whose heart had been ripped out is still alive.
Thrall seemed to have a poor appetite, staring blankly at the heart of the meat on his plate for a long time before turning to Eitrigg beside him and saying:
"My kindness and magnanimity are evident to all living beings in Azeroth. That damned Saurfang always slanders me, calling me cruel. One day I will devour him."
Eitrigg smiled ingratiatingly, "You are the great Savior, like the blazing sun, while Saurfang is but a firefly."
Thrall grinned, picked up his glass, and took a sip.
The Pandaren, whose heart had been ripped out, breathed his last, and the two Chefs were so frightened that they knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.
Eitrigg glanced at the meat on Thrall's plate, waved his hand, and the guards carried two Chef and threw them into the frying pan.
This is a rule set by Thrall: if the food dies before the meal is finished, the Chef will be severely punished.
"Have you felt Thrall's mercy?" the female Tauren continued. "Akama, your task is to protect Thrall's safety; the Holy Light will bless you."
Akama witnessed Thrall's cruelty but didn't find anything wrong with it.
The Prophet Velen was even more ruthless than him, only toning down somewhat after entering Draenor.
"I am willing to die to protect Thrall; may the Holy Light be with us." Akama was moved to tears.