"Thrall, I need an explanation."
Chen Stormstout shouted loudly, and he charged towards Thrall on the cliff.
At this moment, Thrall was surrounded by a large number of soldiers, and Chen Stormstout was quickly stopped by the Orcs guards.
Stormstout's strength was greatly reduced due to his worsening injuries, and he was quickly knocked to the ground by a group of Orcs. Thrall only glanced at him from afar, revealing a hint of mockery, before turning away and ignoring him as if he were an ant.
"Pandaren, you need to recognize your place."
Eitrigg's leather boots slammed down on Chen Stormstout's head, kneading it roughly. "You're just a despicable Pandaren, what right do you have to speak to the great Savior? You're not worthy."
Upon hearing this, Chen Stormstout was struck dumb, asking incredulously, "I'm friends with Thrall."
"Friend, you think you can compare?" Eitrigg laughed loudly. "The Savior Thrall is glorious and great, like the blazing sun in the sky. You, a mere Pandaren, are nothing. You must remain humble and submissive."
Chen Stormstout felt a wave of darkness wash over him. His consciousness blurred and then cleared, as if he were in a dream. But ultimately, his friendship with Thrall prevailed. He still trusted Thrall and stubbornly asked, "No, this isn't true. You're lying to me. Thrall, the Savior, isn't that kind of person. I want to see Thrall. I want to ask him face to face."
Eitrigg pointed at Chen Stormstout and laughed loudly, "How foolish! Don't you understand? Look at this stupid Shenyuanzi. In front of the great Savior, he's as obedient as a puppy."
Chen Stormstout felt utterly humiliated as he was trampled underfoot by Eitrigg. He was certain that Thrall was being controlled, otherwise he wouldn't have been treated this way. Something big must have happened within the Orcs.
"What have you all done?" Chen Stormstout.
"We only put a nose ring on Shenyuanzi, along with ten other enormous sea turtles."
Eitrigg explained smugly, "This nose ring is a creation of the Burning Legion. It can unleash Fel energy, causing these giant sea turtles excruciating pain, leaving them no choice but to obey the commands of us Orcs."
"It's the Burning Legion, I understand now. You've actually colluded with the Legion, undermining the great Savior Thrall." Chen Stormstout believed his analysis was correct. "You villains, how could you treat my friends like this? I, Stormstout, will not let you get away with this!"
This Pandaren was unexpectedly stubborn, even Eitrigg was impressed. "Foolish Pandaren, think about your people. We are grateful for your eleven letters, which provided us with over 100,000 Pandaren, made thousands of tents, obtained a large amount of Tough Jerky, and provided a large number of souls for the Legion's Forge."
"Damn the Burning Legion!" Chen Stormstout wanted to fight back, but he couldn't move.
Eitrigg waved his hand and ordered, "Kill them, just leave them barely alive."
A large group of Orcs surrounded Chen Stormstout, punching and kicking him until he was on the verge of death. The Orcs then tied him tightly to a wooden pole, where they could see Shenyuanzi being tortured.
Eitrigg approached Thrall and respectfully reported the situation.
Thrall was somewhat surprised upon hearing this, and laughed, "The stubbornness of the Pandaren is indeed terrifying. But this won't drive him to despair. So, just lock him up with those masters. A bunch of foolish Pandaren, how laughable."
Like a tattered sack, Chen Stormstout was thrown into the filthy cell. He struggled to lift his head and saw that there were many Pandaren locked up in the cell next to him, each glaring at him angrily.
"Master Hong Xi, Master Lan Chou, Master Li Qing, Master Bai Lang"
These Pandaren imprisoned in the cells were all masters and disciples from Turtle Island, all acquaintances and friends of Chen Stormstout. In Pandaria, Chen Stormstout was a chivalrous and noble figure with a great reputation; otherwise, so many Pandaren wouldn't have trusted him.
"Chen, Stormstout, you've betrayed us all to the Orcs!" An elderly Pandaren beard bristling with rage, roared. This was Master Hong Xi, a highly respected Pandaren.
"What exactly happened?" Chen, Stormstout, asked, filled with doubts about many things.
The Master Lan Chou remained calm and composed, even under these circumstances. He said, "We arrived immediately after receiving your letter. Unexpectedly, Thrall poisoned our food and put nose rings on the eleven Divine Turtles. Sadly, our people were all slaughtered by the Orcs, and the structures on the Divine Turtles' backs were demolished. The Orcs say they want to use those materials to build a city in Kalimdor."
The last Master Li Qing, who had lost his eyes, was a volatile Pandaren known for his exceptional legwork in Pandaria. He angrily remarked, "I only glared at Thrall, and he gouged out my eyes! Those damned Orcs, they're nothing but beasts! You should never trust them!"
Another Pandaren master stepped forward. "Stormstout, how much have you taken from the Orcs, you damned traitor!"
"No, no, you've misunderstood." At this moment, Chen Stormstout continued to defend Thrall: "I know Thrall. He is a great Orcs, the Savior of Azeroth, morally upright and virtuous. In Pandaria, we revere Thrall and praise the Orcs Savior. Are we Pandaren wrong?"
"This!" Master Hong Xi hesitated.
Chen, taking the Stormstout, said:
"Master Hong Xi, you are one of Thrall's Steadfast supporters. Those who speak ill of the Orcs and call Thrall a false Savior, weren't you all thrown into the sea to fend for themselves?"
As a heavyweight admirer of Pandaria, the Savior of Orcs Thrall, and a die-hard orc fan, Master Hong Xi has been deeply enamored with the Orcs ever since he heard about their greatness and Thrall's noble ideal of saving Azeroth from Guardian Medivh's servants. He frequently calls on the Pandaren to donate money and supplies to support the Orcs' Justice cause.
Master Hong Xi nodded. "That's right, Thrall is so kind and great, and the Orcs' character is so noble and morally impeccable, so why did they treat us like this?"
Chen, Stormstout, offered his self-righteous analysis. "According to my analysis, the Burning Legion has controlled the Orcs and sidelined Thrall. We, the Pandaren of Pandaria, must unite to help our Savior Thrall break free from his shackles. For the sake of Azeroth, we must fight, even at the cost of our lives."
The Pandaren here are almost all worshippers of the Orcs, otherwise they wouldn't have been fooled. After listening to Chen and Stormstout's explanation, they actually believed most of it.
The Master Lan Chou said elegantly, "One's character determines one's appearance, and one's appearance reflects one's heart. I have carefully examined Thrall's face; he has a green face, red lips, and a full forehead. Such a person must be concerned about the world and is a true hero and a great man. My judgment is correct. Chen, Stormstout's guess was right; the culprit must be the Burning Legion."
"But we're already prisoners, how can we help Thrall?" Although Thrall had gouged out his eyes, Li Qing's admiration for Thrall was no less than anyone else's, and he also believed that Thrall was acting against his will.
The nose rings on the bodies of the eleven-headed Divine Turtles are not scary; what's truly terrifying is the nose ring in the hearts of the Pandaren.
Robbie was hiding in the cell, intending to rescue these innocent Pandaren; it would have been a simple matter of opening a Portal.
But hearing their conversation and seeing that Thrall still trusted him, Robbie had no choice but to give up.