Whether it was pre-planned or a coincidence, Thrall actually found a huge clay pot.
Nomi directed the Orcs to burn a large pile of firewood, and despite Chen Stormstout's desperate pleas, he put his wife and three children inside the fire and sealed the sump tightly.
The fire pot hung above the blazing Flames. Nomi, Thrall, Vol'jin, and others drank and chatted nearby. Chen Stormstout cried until his voice was hoarse. At first, there were muffled cries from the pot, but soon it fell into silence, as Anjing as a terrifying hell.
Along with Chen Stormstout of losing loved ones, he also sank to the ground. He stared blankly at the sky, deeply feeling the pain of losing his family, and began to understand his own sins and folly.
But he refused to accept it; he couldn't understand why Destiny had treated him this way.
Nomi took a big gulp of his drink and said to Thrall, "Once the ingredients are cooked, I'll prepare the finest sauce, and it'll be a perfect pot of meat, an unparalleled delicacy. Let our distinguished guest have a taste too."
Thrall turned and glanced at Chen Stormstout, picked up a piece of Tauren meat and threw it at him. Chen Stormstout pounced on it and tore into it like a dog wagging its tail.
Vol'jin nodded in satisfaction. He walked over to Stormstout, looked at the Pandaren wolfing down his food, and patted him on the head. "What do you see now?"
"All I see is darkness," Chen Stormstout said foolishly.
"That's right, this world is inherently dark." Vol'jin raised his glass to Thrall and said, "Congratulations, great Savior! This Pandaren is now at our disposal, providing us with a continuous supply of food. From now on, countless Pandaren in Pandaria will be the Orcs' rations."
Is that all there is to it?
Thrall looked at Chen Stormstout, whose eyes were glazed over, and was still somewhat uneasy.
"It's just a little bit more than enough. Next, in front of him, I'll eat his wife and children, and he'll be completely plunged into darkness," Vol'jin said with absolute confidence. "My plan will never fail."
Pandaren Nomi didn't seem to care. He seemed more interested in the fresh ingredients in the jar. After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Nomi had the jar put down and opened the lid to look inside.
"Oh dear, it's burned to a crisp! Haha! That's quite amusing. No problem, I'll treat you next time."
Upon hearing this, Vol'jin's expression darkened, and he complained, "Damn it, without this delicious can, our control over Chen Stormstout isn't perfect yet, and there's always the possibility of something going wrong."
"What?! You stupid Pandaren!" Thrall roared in fury upon hearing that Nomi had ruined everything. "Damn Pandaren, pay for your lousy cooking! Catch him, skin him alive, and eat him!"
"Thrall, it's just a pot of stew, why make such a fuss?" Nomi was completely unafraid. Several guards approached, but he easily knocked them to the ground. Nomi poured a lump of charcoal from the pot and put the defeated guards into it.
"To a skilled Chef, perfect ingredients are everywhere. Trust me, I will make another delicious jar of meat."
Thrall sneered, "Interesting. It's been a long time since I've seen Pandaren who dares to resist. You actually dare to use us Orcs as food. Capture him, and I'll make him suffer endless torment until he dies."
A large group of Orcs surrounded the golden tent. Nomi, still smiling, muttered, "Great culinary skills require many attempts. I'll make a jar of it soon, ah!"
A bright light flashed, Nomi let out a scream as Saurfang the Great appeared behind him.
"I apologize for that dishonorable blow." Saurfang grinned smugly.
"I should be the one apologizing." The Nomi who had been split in two transformed into two identical Nomi, each bending down and grabbing one of Saurfang's legs, pulling him apart with all their might. Saurfang pleaded desperately, "I was wrong, please let me go."
But it was too late. The two Nomi easily tore Saurfang in two, his internal organs spilling out onto the ground. Then the Nomi threw the two halves of the corpse into a jar. "Thrall, we have some high-quality ingredients for the clay pot stew. Trust me, we'll be able to cook a perfect meal."
Thrall was dumbfounded. He wasn't worried about Saurfang's death; the Legion would rebuild. It was just two identical Nomi, a power beyond his comprehension.
"No one dares to offend our great Orcs, capture this monster!"
Thrall, fearing danger, quietly retreated, while the large group of Orcs bravely charged forward.
"These insignificant Orcs are nothing but coarse food, yet they dare to challenge me."
Nomi's body was engulfed in Flames, and the charging Orcs were all set ablaze, letting out bloodcurdling screams.
Despite the Orcs' undeniable bravery, attacking Nomi engulfed in flames, Nomi displayed an incomprehensible ability: each time he suffered a fatal blow, he would split into two. Before long, the golden tent was filled with dozens of Nomi.
Each Nomi was highly skilled in martial arts, defeating the Orcs without any chance of fighting back.
"This Pandaren is too strong." Thrall trembled with fear and was about to run away when a Nomi suddenly appeared from nowhere and grabbed Thrall.
"High-end ingredients often only require the simplest cooking methods." Nomi smiled faintly, removed the poles supporting the tent, threaded them under Thrall, and placed them over the fire to roast.
A dozen or so Nomi followed suit, skewering Orcs and roasting them over a fire. Before long, an enticing aroma filled the air. As promised, the Nomi quickly made a delicious sauce and began to feast.
The sheer ferocity of Nomi, and its bizarre abilities, left Chen Stormstout speechless. This was simply the most terrifying Demons. In his despair, Chen Stormstout saw a glimmer of hope.
Including Thrall and Saurfang, the hundreds of Orcs in the Golden Tent were quickly devoured by Nomi.
Nomi was satisfied. Dozens of Nomi merged into one and opened a Portal to leave.
Chen Stormstout stared blankly as he watched the Burning Legion's green Portal open. The Legion's engineers emerged from the Portal, collected the Corpse of Thrall and Saurfang the Great, and transported them back to the Legion Forge for repair.
"Perhaps, the Pandaren still have hope," Chen Stormstout.
With spring in full bloom and flowers in bloom, facing the sea, this is a beautiful villa with a small courtyard planted with plenty of vegetables and fruits.
Nomi appeared at the villa, looking at his wife and children who were welcoming him, and smiled with satisfaction.
"Have you made arrangements for Chen Stormstout's wife and children?" Nomi asked.
Nomi's beautiful wife nodded. She was a radiant female Pandaren and asked gently, "Chen Stormstout has betrayed countless Pandaren, and even when he's wrong, he refuses to repent. Why are you still helping him?"
Nomi shrugged. "After all, his wife and children are innocent. We should help them if we can."
Nomi's wife looked puzzled and asked, "The Orcs are so ferocious, why allow them to do evil?"
"He who kills will be killed; he who eats will be eaten. This is the law of nature."
Nomi tilted his head and said, "A long time ago, some people within the Legion proposed raising Orcs to provide meat for the Legion's soldiers, but many Legion members objected. We allowed the Orcs to eat so many races, and gradually suppressed the opposition."