Chen Stormstout looked around in despair. He suddenly realized why he had felt a liking for these fierce-looking Orcs and why he insisted that they were a kind race.
It was Guardian Medivh, who enjoyed an extremely high reputation in Pandaria. He was the one who conveyed the idea to all Pandaren that Orcs were a friendly race, and this idea had already taken root in their minds.
Then came the Dragonkin, led by the Red Dragon Queen, who repeatedly used propaganda and brainwashing tactics.
Even with all the evidence laid bare before him, Chen Stormstout still refused to believe that the Orcs were Evil.
Right before Chen Stormstout, those highly respected Pandaren masters and their noble disciples were all knocked to the ground by the Orcs and slaughtered like high-ranking officials awaiting slaughter. Their fur was ripped off, their internal organs were pulled out, and their flesh was made into Tough Jerky.
"Chen Stormstout, do you understand now? You betrayed the eleven Ancient Divine Turtles, you betrayed over a hundred thousand of your people." Thrall, with a ferocious grin, mocked the pitiful Pandaren: "Why were you so foolish?"
"It was me, I'm a traitor to the Pandaren." Chen Stormstout looked at his hands, stained with the blood of his people, the bright red blood dripping onto the ground, drip, drip.
He suddenly felt dizzy, as if countless souls were surrounding him, cursing and accusing him in his ears.
"Traitor, it was you who betrayed us?"
Why did you do that?
"You'll get your comeuppance, Chen Stormstout."
May you die a horrible death, and may your soul never find peace.
Chen Stormstout finally lost control and his mind collapsed. He gradually entered a state of madness, unable to distinguish between imagination and reality. Vol'jin walked out from the side and carefully examined Chen Stormstout's mental state.
This is a Pandaren is on the verge of going crazy, drooling, with a vacant look in his eyes and a silly grin on his face.
"That's about it. Once his mind and worldview have completely collapsed, we can piece him back together, and he will be at our disposal, providing us with a steady stream of military supplies. Now, we just need to take the final step."
Chen Stormstout was sent back to his cold cell and spent the whole night having all sorts of terrible nightmares.
He saw Master Hong Xi's persistence, Master Lan Chou's hypocrisy, Master Li Qing's timidity, and most unforgettable was Thrall's smug mockery.
Who am I? What's wrong with me? What am I doing?
At night, Chen Stormstout was awakened by a gust of cold wind, waking from a nightmare, and his mind barely returned to normal.
The events that had just occurred were still vivid in his mind: Thrall and Vol'jin's deception, his betrayed people, and the eleven Ancient Divine Turtles with nose rings. His heart was breaking, and he was in unbearable pain.
"Because of my stupidity, so many of my clansmen have died. How can I face living in this world?" Chen Stormstout thought of death, but unfortunately, he didn't have the courage to do it.
He slept in a daze, not knowing how long he had slept. Chen Stormstout felt like a walking corpse. When dawn broke, the sunlight shone on the damp straw in the cell. Chen Stormstout felt worthless and unworthy to live in the sunlight. He crawled into a dark corner and trembled.
Two Orcs guards walked in, and Chen Stormstout recognized them as Thrall's personal guard.
Chen Stormstout's heart had long since died; he was indifferent to everything and refused to even stand up. The Orcs kicked him several times, and seeing that he wouldn't get up, he had no choice but to carry him out of the cell by the shoulder.
Inside Thrall's magnificent and luxurious golden tent, Chen Stormstout was surprised to see a familiar face.
This is a smiling Pandaren wearing a white Chef's hat and neat clothes. His eyes are cunning as he looks Chen Stormstout up and down with a disdainful expression.
"It's you, Nomi!" Chen Stormstout asked in surprise.
Nomi, the infamous chef of Pandaria, is notorious for his terrible cooking skills, often burning food. What's admirable is his extraordinary appetite; he can eat even the worst food.
Nomi is also known for having an exceptionally beautiful wife, a renowned beauty in Pandaria, his childhood sweetheart with whom he grew up. The two share a deep and loving relationship and have a son and a daughter.
"That's me, Stormstout. Long time no see," Nomi said with a sly smile.
Chen Stormstout, looking away, appeared very guilty. Nomi whispered in his ear:
Why won't you look at me, Stormstout? Did you do something to wrong me?
Nomi and Chen Stormstout were once very good friends, but because Chen Stormstout was a suitor of Nomi's wife, he once tried to steal her away by relying on his superior martial arts skills and good family background. Although he failed, he incurred hatred.
"No, Nomi, we're good friends." Chen Stormstout forced an awkward smile.
"Oh, really? What a pity, Chen Stormstout. I'm about to do something that will betray you." He then turned and nodded to Thrall. Thrall stood up, grinning menacingly. "Chen Stormstout, you're very lucky. I'm about to prepare a delicious feast. As for the ingredients, you must be very familiar with them."
Thrall clapped his hands, and the Orcs guards brought in four Pandaren, a mother with three children.
The woman, her face streaked with tears, her red eyes looking pitifully at Chen Stormstout, was his beloved wife and three children.
Chen Stormstout, his eyes blazing with fury, stared at Thrall with eyes wide with rage.
Thrall laughed triumphantly, "I had someone forge your handwriting to lure your wife and children here. I'm going to use them to cook a delicious feast, and I've specially invited the famous Chef Nomi to be the chef."
Nomi raised his head, glanced proudly at Chen Stormstout, and then respectfully said to Thrall, "It is Nomi's honor to serve the great Savior."
"Thrall, you executioner, liar, Butcher!" Chen Stormstout.
Nomi grabbed a sharp cleaver. "Chen Stormstout, now you're feeling the pain, aren't you? Just a few days ago, while I was away, you tricked my wife and children into going to the Echo Isles, where they were eaten alive by Sen'jin. I finally found them, only to find a pile of bones. Stormstout, this is your retribution."
Chen Stormstout had nothing to say about this; he had indeed committed this heinous act out of jealousy of Nomi's wife's beauty. His eyes were red from crying, and he could only kneel down and plead with Thrall:
"Please, spare my wife and children. I'll do anything for you."
Thrall grinned at Nomi: "Chef Nomi, are you willing to give him this chance?"
"He who kills will be killed in return. This world is inherently dark, just like the burnt food I've cooked. What fairness or Justice is there?" Nomi's face was ashen. "For the sake of my friendship with Stormstout, I'll refrain from using a knife to avoid bloodshed and damaging our relationship. I've just mastered a more sophisticated cooking technique."
Thrall showed great interest. "Okay, I'm really looking forward to it."
Nomi shook his head and said emphatically:
"High-end ingredients often require only the simplest cooking methods. Prepare a large jar, put all the Stormstout's wives and children inside, seal it, and slowly roast it over a fire to obtain unparalleled deliciousness."