Eitrigg read the letter and added, "Tirion Fordring is a good friend of mine, one of the few Paladins among humans of high moral character. Even he speaks so highly of his own people. It shows how disappointing humanity is."
After saying that, he deliberately sighed, his expression quite disappointed.
Thrall shook his head, indicating a different opinion, and said seriously, "I think this description is inadequate. There are still noble people among humans, such as Tirion Fordring, whom I have great respect for."
Chen Stormstout was deeply moved. After all, he had witnessed the human kingdoms and, in particular, the suffering of the lower classes, which was far less than the wealth of the Pandaren and far less than the equality within the Orcs army.
He had also witnessed the extravagance of human nobles, such as in the magical kingdom of Dalaran, where a single gem could sustain an ordinary person for decades, which filled him with skepticism towards human society.
Vol'jin, holding his rough porcelain cup, took a sip of water and said, "I don't know much about the humans of the Eastern Kingdoms, but I hate the human Pirates of Kul Tiras; they are a barbaric and filthy bunch."
Without a second thought, Stormstout immediately chimed in, "Yes, the Kul Tiras are all liars. They were the ones who bought our Mogu artifacts back then."
Pandaria is shrouded in mist year-round, making it the most mysterious continent in Azeroth. Only the Kul Tiras' superior seafaring skills allowed them to penetrate the mist and trade with the Pandaren.
Seeing that the time was ripe, Vol'jin patted Stormstout's shoulder with a worried look:
"Old Chen, you don't know how difficult it was for Thrall, the Savior. Thrall was determined to lead the Orcs to rescue the people of Azeroth from their suffering, so that all races could live together in equality, regardless of status, and enjoy a prosperous and happy life. Unfortunately, those Evil Pirates of Kul Tiras were hindering our Justice cause."
Thrall sighed and deliberately waved his hand, saying, "Vol'jin, don't say anymore. It's rare to have such an important guest here. Let's put aside these annoying matters so as not to spoil the guest's mood."
Vol'jin nodded and said heartily, "Haha, that's right, Old Chen, let's put aside all those unpleasant things and just talk about friendship and the food culture of the Pandaren today."
Vol'jin successfully piqued Stormstout's interest, and the curious Pandaren, not wanting to let the matter rest, hurriedly pressed, "Thrall, Vol'jin, if you consider me a friend, why not tell me? Perhaps I can be of assistance."
Faced with the Stormstout, Vol'jin pretended to hesitate for a long time before reluctantly saying, "Old Chen, our Darkspear Tribe has been fortunate enough to be saved, but many races in Kalimdor are still living in misery. Every time we see their painful torment and their miserable lives, Thrall and I are worried and wish we could fly over there immediately."
"Unfortunately, the Kul Tiras navy firmly holds naval supremacy and refuses to let us pass. They are a group of Evil elements who want to destroy Azeroth. Although the Orcs are powerful and could easily defeat the Kul Tiras navy, Thrall is merciful and unwilling to commit further bloodshed, so he is hesitant."
Thrall chimed in, "The Kul Tiras have made mistakes, but they are not beyond redemption. We Orcs should give them a chance to repent, instead of resorting to endless war. I believe the humans will eventually understand my good intentions."
"What a righteous man!" Stormstout praised Thrall, then said with a touch of regret, "Unfortunately, our Pandaren seafaring skills are lacking, and we have no connection with the Kul Tiras, so we really can't be of much help."
"That foolish Pandaren is so ungrateful."
Thrall, having endured for days, was burning with rage. Seeing no hope, he was about to order the skinning and butchering of Chen Stormstout to make a Pandaren hotpot when Vol'jin secretly gave him a wink.
"Old Chen!" Vol'jin deliberately hinted to Stormstout, "The Orcs are avoiding war with the Kul Tiras navy. We hope to resolve this peacefully. The Echo Isles aren't far from Kalimdor. If only we had sea transport, like the twelve giant sea turtles with the Pandaren's divine beast lineage."
Upon hearing this, Chen Stormstout's eyes lit up, and he slapped his thigh, saying, "That's right! How could I not have thought of that? We Pandaren deeply admire our Savior Thrall and consider the Orcs our confidants. Orcs, how can we not help when the orcs are in trouble? Alright, I'll write twelve letters right now and send them to the masters on Turtle Island. They will surely lend a helping hand."
Vol'jin and Thrall exchanged a smile. Thrall grabbed Vol'jin's hand and said excitedly:
"Brother, it would be wonderful if you could help. This is a great act of kindness, and on behalf of countless suffering races of Azeroth, I thank you for your help."
Chen Stormstout a highly skilled martial artist who has traveled extensively throughout Azeroth and possesses a wealth of knowledge.
In Kalimdor, he witnessed firsthand the suffering and misery of savage races such as Troggs, Centaurs, Tauren, and Quilboars, as well as the lower classes. He felt indignant, yet powerless to change anything.
Now that the Savior Thrall is about to realize his ideal, how could he not help?
"A piece of cake," Stormstout said magnanimously. "The masters on the twelve Turtle Islands are all my friends. Just prepare paper and pen for me, and I'll stay up all night to write twelve letters."
That night, Stormstout lit a candle and wrote a letter alone in his tent.
Robbie had witnessed everything that had happened in the past few days, and had seen firsthand the superb acting skills of Thrall and Vol'jin.
It is said that heroes are born actors, and it seems that this is true. No wonder Chen Stormstout. If it were Robbie himself, he probably would not have been able to see through the flaws.
According to Robbie's experience, historical events that are destined to happen cannot be changed, such as the eleven mythical beast-blooded giant sea turtles being eaten by Orcs, but they can change the Destiny of some people.
Robbie didn't want Chen Stormstout, this simple-minded Pandaren, to regret it for the rest of his life, so he decided to give him a chance. As for how he chooses to do it, that's up to him.
Disguised as Night Elf, Robbie appeared inside Stormstout's tent.
"Pandaren, haven't you realized? You're under close surveillance."
"Who is it?" Stormstout suddenly raised his head, his panda eyes scanning his surroundings warily. He spotted Robbie hiding in a corner, silent as a ghost.
"A Night Elf! How did you get in?" Chen Stormstout asked curiously. He had always been confident in his intuition, but he hadn't expected someone to sneak in without him noticing.
Long ago, the Pandaren and Night Elves were allies. Stormstout had a better impression of the Night Elves than the Humans, but he remained sufficiently wary.
"Shh, keep your voice down, don't let the Orcs see you." Robbie whispered.
"Stormstout, on the roof of your tent, there are three Eye of Kilrogg, the work of some Orc Warlock. Because they fear you'll notice, their surveillance of you is from 500 yards away. Take a close look at the distribution of the tents around you; aren't they completely surrounding you? Your every move is being watched."
Stormstout wasn't stupid. He observed carefully and, with Robbie's guidance, discovered the three Eye of Kilrogg on the tent roof and also sensed the unusual activity within the surrounding tents.
However, the Pandaren didn't seem to care, laughing, "It's nothing. I'm not Orcs, after all. It's understandable that Thrall is wary of me, but that doesn't change my worship of the Savior Thrall."