Persuasion failed, so force was the only option.
Robbie lowered his voice and beckoned provocatively, "Chen Stormstout, I've heard you're a hero of the Pandaren, but I see you're nothing special. Let's see who has stronger Chi."
"What? You want to compete with me in Chi, a Night Elf race?" Stormstout was immediately unconvinced. He might not be confident in other areas, but he had never been convinced by the unique Chi of the Pandaren.
"Let's make it clear first, whoever alerts the Orcs loses." Robbie established the rule, then used Arcane Magic to enter a misty, ethereal state, and like a shadow, pounced on Stormstout.
Robbie didn't understand the Monk's Chi; he was just using Arcane Magic to disguise the Power of the Holy Light, making it look like Chi, but it wasn't at all.
Stormstout hurriedly parried, only to feel a soft force that rendered him powerless, which greatly surprised him.
"Stormstout, feel my power to overcome the strong with the weak."
"Using softness to overcome hardness, what kind of Chi is that?" Robbie's provocation piqued the Pandaren's interest. Robbie then flew out of the tent, currently in a shadow-like state, undetectable to the Orcs watchers.
Stormstout quickly used his Clone Technique, leaving one body sitting in the tent to deal with the Orcs' surveillance, while his real body chased after Robbie's shadow. Stormstout couldn't become invisible, but he was extremely experienced in adventure and was good at using terrain and obstacles to hide himself.
The two exchanged blows, with Stormstout's Chi clashing with Robbie's feigned true Chi. Robbie fought and retreated, trying to keep the noise of the fight quiet so as not to be discovered by the Orcs. They soon entered the other side of the Orcs Camp.
Despite being entertained by Thrall multiple times and entering the Orcs camp on several occasions, Stormstout always entered through the main gate, only seeing the part along the way and never the entire Orcs camp.
In this completely unfamiliar Orcs Camp, Stormstout flew to the top of a tent, about to strike a pose on one leg, when suddenly a foul stench wafted over, almost causing Stormstout to fall.
Stormstout looked around in surprise and discovered the source of the stench. It turned out that ordinary Orcs soldiers had no concept of toilets and relieved themselves everywhere, making the camp look like a cesspool, filled with filth and foul smells.
Even more terrifying were the tattered tents, cobbled together from various rough hides, letting in drafts from all sides. Stormstout quickly recognized them as belonging to Tauren, Trolls, and even Pandaren.
Upon seeing the fur of his own people, Chen Stormstout was shocked. He recalled the Pandaren that Sen'jin had eaten, which stirred up his deepest painful memories, and he temporarily forgot about his fight with Robbie.
He rubbed his eyes hard and recognized it as the fur of a female Pandaren.
Chen Stormstout's head buzzed with a loud bang, and he saw nothing but the Pandaren's fur, swaying forlornly in the wind, seemingly telling him of its tragic fate.
"Why is this happening? What on earth happened?" Chen Stormstout asked through gritted teeth.
"Take this." Robbie thought to himself, "You've only seen part of the Orcs Camp, and you can't even accept it?" Chen Stormstout was caught off guard and stumbled, almost falling off the top of the tent.
"Wait, stop, stop, let's stop fighting!" Stormstout quickly called for a halt. The shouts of Orcs echoed from afar, the ceaseless fighting within the Orcs Camp, drowning out their conversation.
Stormstout frowned deeply. "You lured me here just to see this?"
"You haven't seen nearly enough." Robbie led the way, leaping over tent after tent, with Stormstout carefully following behind. He saw more and more of his people's furs, including some children.
This was the northernmost and darkest part of the Orcs Camp, where Windfury and a chilling aura swept over him. Under the starlight, Stormstout saw a dense forest with countless wooden poles, from which hung the skeletal Corpse of Trolls, swaying slightly in the cold wind.
"The Darkspear Trolls have been saved; they will never suffer again. Most of the prisoners are here." Although he had no affection for the Darkspear Horde, Robbie's voice was filled with immense sorrow in the face of this horrific massacre.
"The 300,000 Darkspear Trolls have been wiped out," Robbie said in a low voice.
"This, this can't be real?" Stormstout scratched his head viciously. He felt that Sen'jin was cruel enough, but compared to Thrall's style, Sen'jin was so kind and friendly.
"Do you still think Thrall is a kind person?" Robbie asked.
"The Darkspear Trolls incredibly Evil, and they're determined to eradicate evil completely. Although it's a bit excessive, it's nothing." Stubborn Stormstout continued to defend Thrall.
"Very good, come with me."
After passing through a vast forest of bones, we arrived at the Darkspear Trolls camp. Orcs and Trolls did not live in harmony, but rather engaged in constant bloodshed. Even in the dead of night, large numbers of greedy Orcs would raid the Troll camp, capture the Trolls, skin them, eat their flesh, and hang their bones on wooden poles.
"These aren't the Darkspear Trolls of the Echo Isles. They are wandering Trolls from all over Azeroth. Although many of them are vicious villains, they also long for a home. Unfortunately, they ended up in Hell and encountered the even more ferocious Orcs. In the eyes of the Orcs, these ferocious Trolls are merely rations, constantly facing the Destiny of being slaughtered by Orcs."
Chen Stormstout was dumbfounded. He witnessed a Troll tent being surrounded by a large group of Orcs, dozens of Trolls being slaughtered, their corpses being carried back to the camp by the Orcs, Proficiency skinned and ate them, the meat skewers on the campfire emitting an enticing aroma.
The Orcs' appalling savagery made Stormstout tremble with fear from the depths of his heart.
"Thrall deceived me. He managed his soldiers terribly. I trusted him so much. It's a pity that such a great Savior, so morally upright and virtuous, couldn't effectively control his subordinates," Stormstout said regretfully.
"Heh, you naive Pandaren, it's really hard to change your opinion of Thrall."
Robbie led the way into the chieftain's tent, a place Stormstout was very familiar with.
The simple chieftain's tent was empty. Stormstout looked on strangely, thinking Thrall should be sleeping there.
"Do you know Thrall's true residence?" Robbie headed in one direction and, in the most heavily guarded part of the camp, stood a large, gleaming golden tent—the Golden Tent of the Orcs chieftain.
Then, Stormstout saw Thrall and Vol'jin, unlike during the day.
Attended by numerous Orcs, Thrall and Vol'jin clinked glasses and drank fine, bright red wine. Thrall devoured roasted meat from a living Pandaren, whose skin had been mostly torn off, yet it was still breathing.
"Hahaha, Chen Stormstout! This foolish Pandaren will soon send us Orcs a large amount of military rations, twelve enormous sea turtles! We'll have no more worries about conquering Kalimdor."
Vol'jin chewed the Pandaren flesh slowly, then frowned and said, "I'm just worried that the sea turtle meat is too tough. If it's as hard as a rock, how will our soldiers eat it?"
Thrall chuckled coldly, "Don't worry, you have to trust our soldiers; they can even crush and swallow stones."