With tens of thousands of Restless Souls flowing into his body, the Wyvern Chen Stormstout transformed into was even larger than Daelin's flagship. It opened its mouth full of sharp teeth and let out a painful roar. Its eyes were bloodshot and it was almost insane, as if it wanted to destroy everything.
Rokhan was filled with unease. He was certain that Chen Stormstout's consciousness had been ravaged once again, and even if he were to survive, he would descend into madness.
Rexxar noticed Rokhan's worry and lowered his voice to ask:
"Rokhan, I've heard that you and Lord Vol'jin are very close. Lord Vol'jin is a favorite of the Savior Thrall."
Rokhan sensed something amiss and said proudly, "Of course, Lord Vol'jin is resourceful and deeply trusted by the Savior Thrall. Lord Vol'jin and I are as close as brothers, inseparable."
Rexxar revealed a thoroughly obsequious expression and said in a low, humble voice:
"I hope you'll take good care of me in the future, sir. We'll destroy Daelin's fleet. That foolish Pandaren Chen Stormstout is enough. Next, I'll buff you with Restless Souls, hehe, you know what I mean."
Then, Rok'ton began casting a spell. On the surface, countless Restless Souls appeared to be entering Rokhan's body, but the actual number was less than one percent of the amount of Chen Stormstout.
Rokhan had a splitting headache, but thankfully it was within tolerable limits and he wasn't going to go crazy.
His body began to swell, transforming into Wyvern even larger than Chen Stormstout, enveloped in black aura, though his internal structure was weak and his strength severely lacking.
Of course, a clear mind has its advantages; the role can be fully developed. Rokhan spread his wings, flew into the sky, and shouted:
"For the great Savior Thrall, for Azeroth!"
The sound was like rolling Thunder. In the distance, the Big Candle Gagg, immediately wrote down Rokhan's words, which served as proof of Rokhan's achievements.
Rexxar nodded and said to Rok'ton, "Let's begin."
Under Rok'ton's spell, the two brothers also transformed into Wyvern, enormous in size, though as ethereal as Rokhan.
Rokhan spread his wings and led the way, followed closely by the Rexxar brothers, and finally came the smallest of them Chen Stormstout. Their target was Daelin's fleet.
While commanding the fleet forward on the flagship, Daelin suddenly received a report from the lookout:
"Oh no! Four enormous monsters are flying towards us from the coast!"
Daelin quickly took out her binoculars to look, and saw four bipedal wyverns, each as large as a small mountain and Wyvern in black Restless Souls, approaching the fleet. Daelin was startled and asked, "What kind of monsters are these?"
Robbie, using the Eye of C'Thun, had already seen the Rexxar brothers casting their spell. He calmly said, "These are creatures infused with Restless Souls. In a sense, they're approaching aberrations. The first three are illusions and nothing to worry about. Be careful of the last one."
Daelin shouted the order, "Prepare for battle! Attack the very back!"
Since only Chen Stormstout, a Wyvern, possesses the strength, Daelin will definitely win this battle, but she will lose some ships and soldiers.
This is something Robbie doesn't want to see; his intervention might affect the course of history, but Robbie doesn't care.
Robbie waved his hand, and several Undead Mage walked out and installed a furnace-like object on the deck. Daelin looked at it curiously and asked, "What is this?"
"A simplified version of the Forge of Souls, we learned it from the Burning Legion," Robbie smiled. "Marshal Daelin, do you know why these Restless Souls are helping the Orcs?"
Daelin was a complete novice when it came to knowledge of the Restless Souls, and shook her head to indicate that she didn't know.
"Because of fear," Robbie explained gravely.
"The Orcs devoured their flesh and blood, instilling fear and terror in them from the depths of their hearts. Their Restless Souls became utterly subservient to the Orcs, losing their right to journey to the Realm of Death. They would only bring harm to the world. The Forge of Souls is their final resting place."
The Forge of Souls burned fiercely, possessing an indescribable attraction to the Restless Souls. As Rokhan flew, he suddenly felt an unusual heaviness in his body, and the Restless Souls poured out of him, turning transparent again and disappearing without a trace.
"What happened?" Rokhan was at a loss when Rok'ton shouted from the side, "Quick, get closer to the sea! I need to cancel the transformation ritual!"
The three of them successfully approached the sea surface and flew close to the water. Rokhan felt his body getting heavier and heavier, and he was about to lose control of his flight.
Rok'ton chanted incantations, dispelling the three's transformations. As the horde of Restless Souls departed, they reverted to their original forms and fell into the sea.
Rexxar whistled, and three magical giant eagles flew over. This was a precautionary measure. The eagles grabbed the three of them and slowly flew into the air.
All that remained in the air was Chen Stormstout; he had absorbed the most Restless Souls and was most affected by the Forge of Souls.
The dragon formed from Chen Stormstout roared in agony, tumbling up and down. As large gusts of black, Restless Souls left his body, it shattered into pieces, then reassembled, transforming into Pandaren with his eyes closed, before falling from the sky.
Rok'ton hastily ordered the giant eagle to capture Chen Stormstout, not out of kindness. The battle had been lost, and someone needed to take the blame; no one was more suitable than Chen Stormstout.
In Orgrimmar, Thrall had been waiting for news of the four. Observers had already reported the battle situation to Thrall, and he learned that the four, who had transformed into Wyverns, had suffered a crushing defeat without even seeing Daelin's fleet. Thrall was furious.
"It's all Chen Stormstout's fault!" the three insisted, especially Rokhan, whose face was contorted with rage as he declared, "Chen Stormstout harbored malicious intentions; he's a spy for the Alliance. At the time, we were all eager to destroy Daelin's fleet and were flying ahead, but Chen Stormstout, instead of keeping up, lagged behind. We never expected him to launch such a treacherous sneak attack on us."
Rexxar sighed and said, "Great Savior Thrall, after we brothers were ambushed, we failed to respond properly and failed to see through the true nature of Chen Stormstout. This is our dereliction of duty, and we beg you, Savior, to punish us."
Although Thrall had some doubts, he knew that with a major battle imminent, it was a time when manpower was crucial, and it was not advisable to clarify things. A cruel glint appeared in his eyes. "Chen Stormstout has ruined our army's great cause. He no longer deserves to live in this world. Come here, all of you, and devour him."
A large group of Orcs rushed over, seized Chen Stormstout's body, and cruelly tore him to pieces and ate him. Apart from his tattered clothes, not a single trace was left.
Vol'jin, his face etched with worry, whispered, "My Savior, a Chen Stormstout is necessary; only then can those foolish Pandaren of Pandaria continuously supply us with flesh and blood."
Thrall smiled slightly, "Don't worry, I was prepared."
A Pandaren walked in from outside the chieftain's tent, its appearance and attire resembling that of Chen Stormstout.
"From this day forward, you are Chen Stormstout," Thrall announced loudly.
"A bunch of foolish Pandaren in Pandaria only believe rumors and have no idea what real Chen Stormstout is like."
Of course, Thrall would not let Rokhan and his men off so easily after their defeat.
"Rokhan, Chen Stormstout, Rexxar, Rok'ton, heed my command! The safety of Azeroth rests on your shoulders. I order you to leave the city and stop Daelin's navy from approaching Orgrimmar."