As night fell, campfires blazed across the Cenarion Expedition Camp, and dozens of large pots were filled with tender bear meat.
"What's wrong with you, you incompetent piece of trash?"
Eitrigg unleashed a barrage of punches and kicks at Ysiel Windsinger, glaring and roaring:
"Who will eat this little bit of meat? Does the Cenarion Circle want to destroy Azeroth? The Orcs Azeroth n't stand for it if they don't have enough to eat."
Ysiel Windsinger replied meekly, "I'm sorry, we really don't have any extra manpower."
Eitrigg's face contorted in a ferocious grin as he pointed at the patrolling Sentinels around him and said:
"Aren't there Druids? Let them turn into bears and jump into the cauldron willingly. Only when the Orcs are full will they have the strength to save Azeroth."
Ysiel Windsinger hurriedly explained, "Lord Eitrigg, all the Druids of the Cenarion Circle are willing to be food for the Orcs. These Sentinels are here to protect the Savior's safety. Coilfang Reservoir has been very turbulent lately; Vashj has come to cause trouble many times."
"Fool!" Eitrigg punched Ysiel Windsinger, sending her flying. He bared his teeth and claws, shouting, "The great Savior Thrall could destroy Coilfang Reservoir with a single finger! Three thousand elite Orcs are enough to conquer the entire universe! Coilfang Reservoir is nothing but a bunch of ants! What right do you bunch of trash have to protect the Savior?"
Ysiel Windsinger struggled to his feet and could only order some of the Sentinels to transform into bears.
Eitrigg hurled another tirade, his anger subsiding slightly. He grabbed a Druid, bit off his throat, and began chewing.
Thrall's habits had become a fine tradition among the Orcs, Eitrigg was striving to learn from Thrall.
After Eitrigg left, a Druid approached Ysiel Windsinger and whispered:
"Less than one-tenth of the Druids in the camp remain. If Vashj attacks, who will protect the Savior's safety?"
Ysiel Windsinger glanced sideways, his face full of disdain, and said:
"Fool, do you doubt the power of the Savior? Three thousand Orcs Invincible in Azeroth."
The subordinate immediately shut his mouth and dared not utter a sound. Ysiel Windsinger had a very bad temper and would often beat and scold his subordinates.
She was protected by the Elune, who could strip the Peace Dove faction Druids of their natural power at any time, so no one dared to resist her, and she had to silently endure being eaten by Orcs.
Ysiel Windsinger summoned the last Sentinels and addressed him. "Remember, to be eaten by the Orcs is the highest honor. Elune, herself promised me that although your flesh and blood will be consumed by the Orcs, your souls will attain eternal life in Moon Goddess palace, enjoying eternal peace and happiness."
After several rounds of drinks, on the table in front of Thrall, Hamuul Runetotem and Remulos the Guardian, who were meant to be food, were both covered in blood, with bones exposed in many places.
Thrall ate with great satisfaction, nodding repeatedly. Hamuul Runetotem, enduring excruciating pain, said obsequiously:
"My Savior, the flesh and blood of us Druids are rich in the power of nature. Especially for Archdruid like myself with profound cultivation, it is the most nourishing, prolonging life and increasing strength."
Eitrigg, standing to the side, said sarcastically, "The great Savior Thrall is capable of destroying the universe. Your meager strength is like a firefly in the vast universe. How dare you talk about nourishment?"
Hamuul was terrified and quickly apologized, "Savior Lord, I was wrong."
Thrall remained silent, took out a sharp dagger, cut open Hamuul's chest, and prepared to rip out his heart and eat it.
Suddenly, a piercing alarm sounded, causing a commotion in the camp. A Druid Sentinels rushed into the main tent:
"Great Savior, disaster has struck! Vashj's army is attacking!"
Eitrigg glared at him. "What's the panic? Can't you see the Savior is having dinner? If you disturb the Savior's enjoyment, all of you Druids will be executed."
Cairne Bloodhoof glared, a surge of indignation welling up within him. He stepped forward and, in a few swift moves, knocked the Druid Sentinels to the ground, then stomped him into a bloody pulp with his hooves.
Thrall stretched, yawned, and said with a smile:
"Dinner was boring, so Vashj came to liven things up. The timing is perfect, everyone. Let's go meet the enemy and kill a few Naga to go with our drinks."
Nazgrel was the first to kneel on the ground. "I have brought three hundred Fel Orcs, who are willing to fight."
Upon seeing this, Lor'themar, the leader of the Blood Elves, hurriedly stepped forward and volunteered. "My Savior, I am willing to lead one hundred Blood Elves from my tribe to drive away Vashj."
Not to be outdone, Cairne Bloodhoof shouted, "The Tauren Guard may only number fifty, but they are enough to capture Vashj alive!"
Vol'jin chuckled coldly, "Ten Darkspear Trolls are all it takes to raze Coilfang Reservoir to the ground. Vol'jin is willing to share the burden for the Savior."
Thrall remained silent, lost in thought. A qualified leader must know how to weigh the pros and cons and balance the power of all parties.
"You bunch of good-for-nothings?"
A crisp, clear sound rang out, the tent shattered instantly, countless torches flickered all around, and countless Nagas surrounded the area.
From among the Naga emerged Vashj, Vashj with a charming face, her bright eyes scanning her surroundings.
Behind Vashj Ysiel Windsinger, covered in blood, looking exhausted and withered, bound by a black chain.
Although she was the leader of the expeditionary force camp and could arbitrarily deprive her subordinates of their natural power, she was not very strong herself and was captured alive by Vashj in a single encounter.
The Horde leaders were shocked, never expecting the Cenarion Circle to be so incompetent, Thrall's three thousand elite guards were equally disappointing, being wiped out so quickly.
Thrall reacted the fastest; the moment the tent shattered, he took off his crimson robe, threw it to an Orcs guard beside him, and hurriedly hid under the table.
This Orcs guard was specially chosen as a stand-in, and he looks very much like Thrall.
Unfortunately, Thrall was facing a Naga with exceptional eyesight. Vashj's snake-like pupils fixed on Thrall, and she chuckled:
"Thrall, I see you."
Thrall pointed at the Orcs guards and shouted, "I am not Thrall, he is!"
The Orcs guard, fearing for his life, quickly threw the robe back to Thrall.
"I am not Thrall, I am just an ordinary soldier named Gudan."
Thrall threw the robe back at the same time, and punched Gudan on the head.
In the face of life and death, Gudan refused to back down and began to fight with Thrall.
"You are Thrall."
"You are Thrall, your whole family is Thrall."
Taking advantage of the brief chaos, Lor'themar whispered, "Rosman."
Archmage Rosman shook his head, a bitter expression on his face, and said, "Vashj sealed off the space; I can't cast a teleportation spell."
Vashj sneered, "Thrall, do you think you can get away with this? I'll hang your head on the gate of Coilfang Reservoir. The Horde is nothing but this."
At this critical moment, a Thunder roar rang out.
"Who dares to look down on the Horde?"
At the dining table, Hamuul Runetotem, his skin torn and his belly ripped open, leaped up, transforming into a Juxiong and charging at Vashj, shouting:
"Take the Savior Thrall away quickly!"
At the dinner table, Remulos, the Guardian was also severely injured, transformed into a giant eagle and was about to grab Thrall and fly away, but he couldn't tell which one was real.
"I am Thrall, take me away."
"I am Thrall. Save my life, and I will appoint you High Warlord."
The two Thrall argued heatedly, their faces turning red.
Remulos, left with no other choice, could only grab the real and fake Thrall and soar into the sky.