Taran Zhu secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said ingratiatingly, "Just tell us what you need. We Pandaren are always happy to help others."
Jaina gave a cold snort, "We all know you and Chen Stormstout are sworn enemies. Would you be willing to help us deal with him?"
Taran Zhu's eyes darted around, unable to fathom the other person's thoughts, and she tentatively asked:
"I'd love to wage a full-scale war against Chen Stormstout, but unfortunately, I'm not strong enough."
"There's no need to do that much."
Sylvanas coldly replied, "All you need to do is expel Chen Stormstout from the Pandaren, and then send a bunch of fearless Pandaren to Orgrimmar to protest."
Taran Zhu looked at the two of them suspiciously. "That's easy, I'd be happy to help."
Jaina warned, "Remember, there must be Pandaren in Orgrimmar in three days, or you're finished."
After the two women left, Taran Zhu lowered his head and pondered for a long time.
"What good will firing the Pandaren do? It won't cripple Chen Stormstout. What's the point anyway?"
Inside the Warchief's tent in Orgrimmar, Chen Stormstout sat on his throne, eyes closed in meditation.
Pandaren Monks have a tradition of meditation.
Chen Stormstout, a martial arts prodigy, previously only focused on the ingenuity of his moves and the depth of his internal strength, neglecting the cultivation of his mind through meditation.
Faced with a chaotic situation, Chen Stormstout and disoriented, finally remembered the need for meditation.
The method of meditation allowed Chen Stormstout to enter a state of selflessness and detachment, no longer involved in the situation, but rather viewing things from the perspective of an observer.
He saw a lot in an instant; he was very insightful and wise.
Khadgar rushed into the chieftain's tent, while Chen Stormstout slowly opened his eyes, calmly asking:
"Please calm down, what news do you have?"
Khadgar was furious and stood up for Chen Stormstout:
"This is outrageous! Taran Zhu, in the name of the Shado-Pan Monastery, hereby announces your expulsion from the Pandaren."
The cultivation of his mind allowed Chen Stormstout, and he immediately understood Taran Zhu's purpose, asking with a smile:
"What did Taran Zhu say?"
Chen Stormstout's temper suddenly improved, Khadgar was momentarily taken aback, explaining in detail:
"Taran Zhu publicly announced that the great Savior Thrall saved Pandaria, and it is because of Thrall that the Pandaren have the honor of being food for the Orcs. All Pandaren are grateful for Thrall's kindness. Only you, Chen Stormstout, have repaid kindness with ingratitude, and have treacherously attacked the great Savior Thrall. This is a betrayal of the Pandaren."
"I see." Chen Stormstout asked with a smile:
"I bet there are Pandaren protesting outside Orgrimmar."
Khadgar frowned and nodded:
"Approximately two thousand Pandaren have gathered at the gates of Orgrimmar City, protesting the deprivation of their right to be eaten by the Orcs Pandaren demanding the release of the great Savior Thrall."
Chen Stormstout, suddenly asking, "Where do you think the difference lies between me and Thrall? Don't hold back, speak freely—personal strength, intelligence, even appearance."
Khadgar looked at Chen Stormstout suspiciously, pondered for a while, and then said:
"Thrall's strength is inferior to yours, and as for strategy, Thrall is also quite average. Different races have different aesthetic standards, so looks can't be compared. Well, Thrall has good luck."
As if struck by a sudden enlightenment, Chen Stormstout said, "The only difference between me and Thrall is that I'm not as cruel and ruthless as him. All the races of Azeroth fear Thrall, but they don't fear me."
Khadgar's heart sank; he had a bad feeling.
"Doing good is hard, but becoming ruthless is actually very easy." Chen Stormstout grinned. "I'm going to see Thrall."
During Garrosh's reign, a formidable fortress was built deep beneath Orgrimmar.
Later, Orgrimmar was flooded, leaving only two Flesh-Eternal; the underground fortress was submerged and almost completely destroyed.
Fearing that Medivh would come to rescue Thrall, Chen Stormstout cleared out part of the underground fortress ruins and built a sturdy prison.
Thick chains bound Thrall's limbs, and his body was submerged in cold water, with only his head and face above the surface for breathing.
Countless mosquito-sized rodents swam in the cold water, constantly tearing at Thrall's skin.
Thrall was already covered in wounds, his skin was festering and smelly, and he was covered with insect eggs.
Every so often, Thrall is pulled out of the water and healed by Shaman to ensure Thrall doesn't die.
After days of torment, Thrall was on the verge of collapse. Seeing Chen Stormstout rushing over, he pleaded humbly:
"Kill me, I can't take it anymore, I'm begging you."
Chen Stormstout, with a serious expression, said, "From today onwards, your suffering is over. I will send people to heal your wounds and arrange for you to stay in a clean room. Although I can no longer act as domineeringly as you did when you were the Warchief, I can guarantee that you will have three full meals a day, eat well and sleep well every day, and be far away from this filthy water dungeon."
Thrall stared blankly at the Pandaren in front of him, somewhat unable to believe his good fortune.
Chen Stormstout, sneering, said, "Do you know why I'm treating you well?"
Thrall shook his head.
Chen Stormstout Lie said with a ferocious expression, "Because you will become my mentor, teaching me how to be a Warchief. I want to learn your cruelty, ruthlessness, ferocity, tyranny, ingratitude, and betrayal of Azeroth. I want all the qualities Warchief should possess. We Pandaren have always respected our teachers."
Thrall lowered his head and said humbly, "I have nothing to teach you."
Chen Stormstout roared arrogantly, "Haha, it's alright, you don't need to speak. Just seeing you is enough for me to learn how to think. From this day forward, I am the Warchief of the Horde, Lord of Kalimdor, the great Savior, Chen Thrall Stormstout."
"That's my name." Thrall was stunned.
"Now he's mine," Chen Stormstout said Pride. "Who said Thrall was an Orcs? He's clearly a Pandaren."
The next day, a piece of news shook Azeroth.
The great Savior Thrall has returned to the position of Warchief.
Thrall publicly revealed his full name: Chen Thrall Stormstout. Thrall is a Pandaren.
The people of Azeroth couldn't accept it; Thrall was clearly Orcs, so how did he become Pandaren?
Just a few years ago, Thrall declared Jaina an Ogre.
After that ordeal, everyone's ability to accept things improved, but they still couldn't adapt.
Well-known media Big Candle Gagg published lengthy commentaries in several major Azeroth media outlets, explaining in detail why Thrall is a Pandaren.
In his early years, Chen Stormstout, a martial arts master of the Pandaren, received a divine inspiration and entered the Eastern Kingdoms for training.
An unexpected adventure led to an encounter with Orcs named Thrall, and the two forged a deep friendship.
Later, Thrall died during an adventure, revealing his background before his death: he was the son of Durotan, the chieftain of the Frostwolf Clan.
He also prayed that Chen Stormstout would help him fulfill his last wish and rescue the Orcs from the Internment Camp.
The sentimental Chen Stormstout agreed, and from then on, he took the name Thrall and began a series of Epic feats.
After the explanation from the Big Candle Gagg, everyone finally understood that Thrall was actually Chen Stormstout.
Chen Stormstout soon appeared in Orgrimmar, its mouth revealing two sharp fangs:
"I declare that Thrall is Pandaren, and to say that Thrall is Orcs is tantamount to destroying Azeroth."