No, Robbie carefully examined the expressions of the master and his disciples. Without exception, these Pandaren worshipped Thrall, the Savior, with unanimous praise and no dissent. This was too strange.
Robbie guessed that not all Pandaren trusted Thrall; it was just that Pandaren liked to follow the crowd and dared not express their own opinions.
Within this prison, the worship of Thrall is the prevailing ideology, and the wise Pandaren, knowing better, do not object.
But as the saying goes, whoever takes it seriously loses.
Anyone who believes the nonsense that Thrall is Savior will pay with their life.
Robbie decided to give them a chance, secretly cast a few spells, and then quietly left.
Before long, the area outside the prison turned bright red as the Orcs banged drums and gongs, shouting incessantly:
"Fire! Fire! Put it out!"
"Quickly, bring water! The fire is huge!"
The Orcs camp was very backward and had not considered the possibility of fire. Robbie set fires everywhere, and soon they were raging. The Flames illuminated half the sky. The Orcs had no way to deal with the fire and were in complete chaos.
Even the jailers in the cell panicked and were at a loss.
To Pandaren's surprise, the cell door had opened at some point, and a mysterious, cool force descended, making everyone feel much better. Even the nearly lifeless Chen Stormstout stood up.
"Emperor Shaohao protect us, may the August Celestials bless us!" the Pandaren prayed devoutly, then exclaimed excitedly, "We are saved!"
Most of the Orcs jailers had gone to put out the fire, while a few were no match for the highly skilled Pandaren.
With everyone working together, they defeated the remaining jailers and discovered a Portal near the cell door.
This is an extremely clever Portal. You can see the other side of the Portal, a place of beautiful scenery, birdsong, and fragrant flowers—the very homeland of the Pandaren, the distant Pandaria.
"It must be the August Celestials who have come to save us!" a Pandaren disciple exclaimed excitedly. "With the Portal, we can go home!"
"What?! There's Portal? Tell me the location!" Master Li Qing, whose eyes had been gouged out by Thrall, grabbed a disciple. "What are you waiting for? Let's go back now! Are you waiting to be eaten?"
The disciple led Master Li Qing closer to the Portal, intending to return home through Portal. Master Hong Xi's expression darkened, and he stood Portal, stopping Master Li Qing and his disciple. "Wait! Thrall is in trouble now, the noble Orcs are under the control of the Burning Legion, Azeroth awaits our rescue. We cannot simply leave like this."
The other masters and numerous disciples nodded in agreement. A highly respected master spoke with great emphasis, "The Burning Legion is despicable and treacherous. Thrall, the Savior, is in Thrall danger. This is our moment of test. We cannot leave like this. We must rescue Savior and save Azeroth."
Li Qing was slightly startled upon hearing this. Thrall had gouged out his eyes, but after the misunderstanding was cleared up, he did not harbor hatred towards Thrall. Instead, he admired him even more. However, he was powerless to do anything about it and pleaded helplessly:
"I have lost my sight and am unable to fight the Burning Legion. My comrades, please allow me to return."
"Saving Azeroth and rescuing Thrall, the Savior, is Pandaren's duty and responsibility. No one can shirk it." Master Hong Xi's eyes widened, like a ferocious demon. "Anyone who dares to back down is our common enemy, and must be killed without hesitation. Li Qing, do you intend to destroy Azeroth?"
Many masters and disciples stood around Master Hong Xi. Li Qing noticed their persistence and could only say helplessly, "Li Qing dares not."
Chen Stormstout seized the opportunity to say, "The origin of this fire is mysterious. I suspect someone is secretly rescuing Thrall from the Burning Legion's control. This is a great opportunity for us to show our skills. I know the location of Thrall's tent."
"Yes, yes, for the great Savior Thrall, for the good Orcs, we must fight."
A large group of Pandaren chanted slogans. Master Lan Chou stepped forward, smiling, and said, "I observe a hint of joy in Thrall's face amidst the grayness, signifying that Thrall is about to turn the tide and overcome this calamity. We are following the will of Heaven and will surely achieve victory. Chen Stormstout, we all trust you, lead the way."
"For the Savior, Thrall."
"For the sake of kind Orcs."
"Kill! Charge!"
Chen Stormstout led the way, and numerous Pandaren displayed their unique skills, charging into battle alongside Stormstout.
The Orcs Camp was engulfed in flames and in complete chaos; no one could stop the dozens of Pandaren.
Master Hong Xi suddenly sensed something was wrong, turned around sharply, and discovered that Master Lan Chou, Master Li Qing, and their disciples were all gone. He was instantly enraged and began to curse loudly:
"Damn Li Qing, and that charlatan Lan Chou! I actually fell for his tricks! They are a disgrace to the Pandaren, sinners of Pandaria, shameless scum! For Thrall, our Savior, charge! When we return victorious, we will settle the score with them!"
Thrall tricked eleven Ancient Divine Turtles into coming, rendering the tent used for the charade useless; it became a warehouse. When the Pandaren arrived at the tent with Chen Stormstout, they smelled a strong stench of blood.
The tent was opened, but Thrall was not there. Instead, there were countless Pandaren pelts piled up in the center of the tent, not yet dried or tanned.
Faced with this tragic scene, all the Pandaren fell silent, feeling a deep unease within them.
"Don't be deceived by appearances!" Master Hong Xi loudly reminded his people, "This is not the work of benevolent Orcs; it must be the work of the Burning Legion. We must Steadfast our faith and rescue our great Savior, Thrall!"
Just then, Chen Stormstout heard a familiar voice. Thrall arrived with a large group of Orcs, shouting orders as he went, "Don't let the Pandaren escape! If we tell Pandaren the truth, they'll become our food. Kill them all, leave no one alive!"
"It's Thrall's voice," Chen Stormstout said nervously, sounding somewhat uncertain.
"Thrall must have been forced into this by the Burning Legion; he had no choice," Master Hong Xi stubbornly insisted.
A bright flash of axe light appeared, and Master Hong Xi was cleanly cut in two, a Bloodline running down his brow.
"I apologize for that dishonorable blow."
An Orcs wielding a giant axe appeared, dug out Master Hong Xi's still-beating heart, and began to devour it.
All the Pandaren were terrified, and Chen and Stormstout were even more dumbfounded.
"Saurfang the Great, well done! You truly are the symbol of Orcs glory!" Thrall praised repeatedly, then turned to the group of Pandaren: "How strange! You had a chance to escape, so why did you come to the center of the Orcs camp?"
"Is that Saurfang the Great? That highly respected Orcs?"
"I've heard that High Saurfang the Great values honor above all else, it's a pity about the death of Master Hong Xi." The other Pandaren looked puzzled, their doubts growing stronger.
"No, this isn't true, my revered Saurfang the Great!" A young disciple cried out in disappointment.
Clinging to his last hope, Chen Stormstout asked, "Thrall, my old friend, tell me, none of this is true. You've been used by the Burning Legion."
Thrall laughed triumphantly, pointing at Stormstout's nose and mocking, "You're the one who was used! If it weren't for you, you fool, how would we Orcs have so much delicious military rations?"