Looking at Robbie, who had suddenly appeared like a ghost, Chen Stormstout looked helpless and muttered, "What a stubborn inner demon. You can even appear in broad daylight. You must be no ordinary person."
Then, with a look of pride and smugness on his face, his eyes and brows were full of self-satisfaction:
"Thank you for reminding me. To me, Thrall the Savior and Vol'jin are my family, even closer than my wife and children, my best family."
Robbie shook his head; he had given up trying to persuade the stubborn Pandaren. He gave a final warning. "Chen, Stormstout, after your old letters to your wife fell into Vol'jin, I shudder to think what will happen next. Of the twelve letters sent, I can only retrieve one for you. You'd better watch yourself!"
Chen Stormstout, remained remarkably calm, chanting, "Evil spirits vanish, hold fast to your true self. Let the winds and rains batter me, I will stand firm like a towering rock, Steadfast."
Just as he had hoped, Robbie mysteriously disappeared.
Not long after the twelve letters were sent out, Chen Stormstout's life in the Orcs Camp changed.
First, there was his lodging, a simple tent, which was very Anjing, spotless, and inhabited by only him.
Before his injuries had fully healed, an Orcs officer, carrying Thrall's orders, arranged a new place for him. He thought that because of his close relationship with Thrall, he would be able to move to a better place, but he didn't expect it to be a labor camp.
The Orcs laborers' tents were filthy and messy, always emitting a nauseating stench. Inside one small tent lived more than thirty dirty laborers. The laborers' daytime work was extremely arduous, and at night their snoring was deafening, making it difficult for Chen Stormstout to fall asleep.
Then there's his diet. Although there wasn't much meat or fish in it, his Staple Food was clean baked wheat cakes, accompanied by fresh vegetables and fruits. Occasionally, he could also enjoy delicious food from the Orcs' homeland.
Upon entering the labor camp, he was treated the same as the other laborers, given a paste-like substance resembling black mud.
It contains a small amount of coarse flour, a large amount of plant roots and stems, which fill the mouth with bitterness and make the lips and tongue numb. Various rotten vegetable leaves, unidentified rotten fruits, etc. are mixed together and cooked in a large pot, and then put directly into the mouth, filled with an unpleasant sour smell.
Chen Stormstout after just one sip, drawing ridicule from the Orcs laborers.
Pandaren are capable of enduring hardship, but they cannot tolerate this inhuman treatment. Chen Stormstout endured it for a few days but could not bear it any longer and wanted to protest to Thrall. Before he could even leave the labor camp, he was stopped by the guards who were always watching him.
"The great Savior Thrall is very busy. Azeroth needs his salvation. The Savior is devoted to his duties and has no time to see guests. Please return."
Helpless, Chen Stormstout could only return to the labor camp. Although he was full of grievances and dissatisfaction, he felt that this was a test of friendship. Sure enough, it didn't take long before Vol'jin rushed over.
"Oh dear, Old Chen, I've neglected you these past few days. Don't worry, I'll arrange things for you soon. Just bear with it for a few days, you'll be fine soon." Vol'jin offered a few words of feigned concern before quickly leaving.
Vol'jin's arrangement quickly took effect. Early the next morning, the groggy Chen Stormstout was woken up by the foreman who told him that the Orcs Camp did not tolerate idlers and that he had to work alongside the laborers.
Chen Stormstout was stunned. He carefully examined the filth and disorder of the labor camp and suddenly realized that it was exactly the same as what he had seen in his nightmare that night. Chen Stormstout wanted to protest, but soon guards surrounded him, staring at him menacingly.
Chen Stormstout's injuries had not yet healed, so he could only endure it. His mind was becoming increasingly confused. On one hand, he felt that this was probably a false dream and that he was still in the midst of his inner demons' trial. On the other hand, he suspected that something had changed in the Orcs Camp, or that Thrall had been deceived, and that some villains were stirring up trouble and sowing discord.
Out of faith in Thrall and Vol'jin, and out of loyalty to their friendship, he chose to persevere and trust.
Life adapts very easily to the environment. In just a few days, Chen Stormstout adapted to life in the labor camp. He did the same rough work as the Orcs, snored loudly, and shouted loudly. Even the hard-to-swallow gruel became palatable. He got used to urinating and defecating anywhere, not taking baths, his face was covered in dust, and his beard and hair were filthy.
However, due to his constant hard work and lack of rest, his injuries have not healed and are instead showing signs of worsening.
Chen Stormstout firmly believed that Thrall would never forget him, and would save him like Deity Descension, riding on his somersault cloud.
Thrall's rescue came quickly. Thrall Faction his personal life advisor Eitrigg, to the labor camp to lead Chen Stormstout to take a bath, get a haircut, change into clean clothes, and enjoy a rare and delicious meal.
"A lot has happened recently." Eitrigg said with a relaxed expression, "The Savior Thrall encountered many difficulties, but now they have finally been resolved. This is a blessing for Azeroth and a stroke of luck for Pandaria. Old Chen, your days of suffering are over. Come on, let's go see Thrall together."
Chen Stormstout disliked the Orcs' Frostwolf Clan; they were just too bumpy. He preferred the mountain goats ridden by the Tillers or the tigers ridden by the Shado-Pan Monastery. But for now, he had to do as the Romans do and rode his Frostwolf Clan toward the beach.
Even when they were still quite a distance from the beach, Chen Stormstout suddenly heard a familiar, agonizing scream, like a giant beast suffering immense pain. The screams continued incessantly.
"It's Shenyuanzi, what happened?" Shenyuanzi, one of the twelve Ancient Divine Turtles of Pandaria, is a giant Divine Turtle with a gentle temperament. Chen Stormstout is very familiar with it.
"Something unexpected happened," Eitrigg said regretfully.
"One of the Divine Turtles, named Shen-zin Su, didn't come; only eleven came. Although Pandaria supports the Justice cause of saving Azeroth, there are always exceptions. Shen-zin Su and Master Shang Xi lack awareness, which is regrettable. They are a disgrace to the Pandaren, and their despicable behavior is contemptible."
Chen Stormstout, recalling the "inner demon's" final warning, wanted to defend Shen-zin Su, but decided against it, believing the truth would eventually come out.
In Tidal Bay, this excellent safe harbor, Chen Stormstout saw the enormous Shenyuanzi, as big as Island, was walking upright on its two legs, revealing its belly that shimmered with silver light, looking both comical and ridiculous.
Such a giant sea turtle must be struggling to support its weight on its two legs, and must be enduring immense pain.
Moreover, his back was covered with countless Pandaren structures, and a large number of Pandaren lived there. Chen Stormstout was stunned and dizzy, not knowing what had happened.
Thrall stood on the shore, surrounded by numerous Orcs, beaming with pride, and loudly commanded Shenyuanzi: "Come on, roll over, do a somersault, you're such a good dog."
Chen Stormstout rubbed his eyes hard, confirming that the Orcs in front of him, dressed in magnificent clothes, was indeed Thrall.
But why did the merciful Thrall torment Shenyuanzi? And where did the Pandaren on Shenyuanzi's back go?