Eitrigg's target was the Cenarion Expedition's camp, which the Druids had built extremely strong, relying on the power of nature to repel Vashj's attacks on numerous occasions.
Unfortunately, Ysiel Windsinger was cowardly and terrified of the Orcs. The more I yielded, the more rampant Eitrigg became.
Ysiel Windsinger knelt on the ground and pleaded, "Lord Eitrigg, please hear my explanation! The Cenarion Circle expeditionary force is small in number and truly powerless!"
Eitrigg scoffed, "Does it matter how many people there are? Nazgrel sent two five-man squads and they breached Infernal Ramparts and the Blood Furnace. The great Savior Thrall could destroy Outland with a single finger. Why are you Druids so useless?"
Ysiel Windsinger in a trembling voice, "It's all my fault, please be merciful, sir."
After a long silence, Eitrigg said coldly, "We Orcs are by no means so cruel, especially our great Savior Thrall, who is benevolent and kind. Tomorrow, Savior Thrall will enter Zangarmarsh under the protection of Orgrimmar's elite troops, along with the leaders of the Horde tribes. You must prepare a dinner that consists entirely of meat."
"My lord, we can't do it," Ysiel Windsinger said with a mournful face. "The expeditionary force controls a limited area, and our warehouses only contain plant roots and fruits."
"Then you'll have to figure it out yourselves," Eitrigg threatened loudly. "Since you're all Druids anyway, you might as well all turn into Juxiong and boil yourselves alive. If you can't even handle this little thing, the Cenarion Circle should prepare to exit the stage of history. Useless trash don't deserve to live."
Eitrigg swaggered away, Ysiel Windsinger to consult with the Druids in the camp.
Although Druids are close to nature, unfortunately they cannot conjure flesh.
"I've heard that Savior 'Thrall Personal Guard consists of three thousand Orcs, and they have huge appetites."
Guardian Hamut covered his head and said, "Even if all the Druids in the camp turned into bears, it still wouldn't be enough for the Orcs to eat."
"The great Savior Thrall has rendered countless meritorious services, saving Azeroth time and again." A Tauren Druid sighed, "The Savior came to our camp but cannot get enough to eat. This is a disgrace to the Cenarion Circle. For the sake of the Savior Thrall, I will start with myself."
Having said that, the Tauren Druid transformed into Juxiong and slammed into the stone wall, instantly splattering his brains.
Ysiel Windsinger wiped away a few tears. "Such Consecration is commendable. Quick, don't waste it, gather it up as ingredients."
Hamut added, "I've heard that the Savior Thrall enjoys eating live creatures. We Druids are different from true beasts; if we experience intense pain, we might revert to human form. We must choose a Druid who can endure the pain to gloriously become Thrall's food."
Ysiel Windsinger looked around and asked, "Who among you is willing to accept this great honor?"
The Druids were terrified and turned pale. Ysiel Windsinger said indignantly:
"When it comes to Consecration your lives, why are you all making excuses? Don't you know that being eaten by the great Savior Thrall is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to bring glory to your ancestors?"
Ysiel Windsinger's gaze fell upon a Troll Druid, Troll trembled with fear and, before he could transform into Juxiong Druid, smashed his head against something and died.
"Incompetent piece of trash, what a waste! May your soul never find peace!" Ysiel Windsinger cursed viciously.
Hamut suggested, "Why don't we ask the Emerald Dream for help? I believe there are many Druids willing to be devoured by Thrall; after all, such an opportunity is extremely rare."
At night, Ysiel Windsinger fell Sleep, venturing deeper into the Emerald Dream from her dreams.
This is Iser's first time entering the Emerald Dream since the Cenarion Circle split.
In the hazy dream, Iser felt her mind wasn't very clear; she needed time to adjust to the Emerald Dream.
Iser strolled through a dense forest, where countless Little Elf danced among the trees. Iser knew that many of these Little Elf were Druids in disguise.
Upon discovering the intruder, many Little Elves gathered around her, and one of Little Elf uttered a familiar voice.
"Ysiel Windsinger, you've finally decided to come back? I warned you long ago not to get too close to the Orcs, or you'd be eaten by Orcs."
This was an old friend from before. Ysiel Windsinger was very puzzled and angrily retorted:
"I don't understand. Being eaten by Orcs is clearly a great honor. Your awareness is terrifyingly low. I am ashamed to associate with you; it would tarnish my pure and noble soul."
"You're beyond saving." The old friend left in disappointment.
Ishtar proclaimed, "The great Savior Thrall Consecration everything for Azeroth. All we can do is ensure Thrall is well-fed. I need some highly conscious Druids to step forward and volunteer to prepare food for the Orcs. What a glorious honor this would be! History will remember you, and future generations will be proud of you."
Most of the Druids left disappointed, but a few Horde Druids, perhaps already used to it, came to Iser's side on their own initiative.
"The Night Elf Druids are truly disappointing," Ishel said disdainfully. "Look at the Tauren and the Darkspear Trolls; they are the true warriors of Azeroth."
Early the next morning, at Iser's invitation, many Druids teleported to the Cenarion Expedition Camp via the Emerald Dream.
To welcome the Savior Thrall and the leaders of the Horde tribes, the expeditionary camp was bustling with activity, with large numbers of Druids being slaughtered and bear pelts piling up in the warehouses.
As evening fell, amidst the deafening sounds of gongs and drums, countless flowers, and applause, three thousand elite Orgrimmar warriors, protecting their Savior Thrall, arrived wearily at the expeditionary camp.
Accompanying him were the rising Invincible war god Nazgrel, Tauren Chieftain Cairne Bloodhoof, leader of the Darkspear Horde Vol'jin, leader of the Blood Elves Lor'themar, Archmage Rosman, Countess Liadrin, and many other renowned Horde generals.
Thrall rode in a palanquin that required a thousand men to carry it; the palanquin was so large that it could only stop at the entrance.
The roads in Zangarmarsh were muddy, and soldiers had already laid out layers upon layers of precious red carpets, these priceless hand-woven carpets soaking in the Zangarmarsh's sewage.
The great Savior Thrall stepped down from his palanquin, wearing a red robe, and waved to the crowd.
In the camp's main hall, Thrall took his seat at the head of the table.
Horde tribal leaders stood by, all carefully smiling and barely daring to breathe.
"The weather in Zangarmarsh is nice." Thrall grinned. "Today we'll see how the Cenarion Circle performs. When I took control of the Earthen Ring, I devoured more than half of the Shaman in a month."
Ysiel Windsinger smiled obsequiously, "I will certainly satisfy the Savior."
Two Druids, transformed into Juxiong, were carried before Thrall.
Ysiel Windsinger introduced him warmly, "This is Hamuul Runetotem, the leader of the Horde's Tauren Druids. He heard there was a chance he might be eaten by the Savior, so he rushed from Thunder Bluff to Cenarion Camp under cover of darkness."
Thrall nodded. "Not bad."
"This is Remulos, the Guardian, Legendary to be the son of Cenarius, who is honored to Consecration to the great Savior."
Thrall smiled faintly, "I've seen the Cenarion Circle's performance. What are we waiting for? Let's eat."