"Illidan, Arthas, Deathwing all died at the hands of mortals, so why was Medivh able to escape unscathed?" Robbie asked, looking puzzled.
Chen Stormstout, looking utterly exhausted, shook his head repeatedly, saying, "The main leaders of the Alliance and the Horde are all closely associated with Medivh; he even decides on the deposition and installation of leaders. What power do we have to fight against him? It's impossible."
Robbie fell silent.
We are not afraid of powerful opponents; on the Azeroth Continent, we will even kill the Old Gods.
But Medivh
The old Pandaren looked bitter.
"Medivh's mother, Aegwynn, Guardian of Azeroth for a thousand years. She witnessed the rise and fall of countless human dynasties and participated in the deposition and enthronement of numerous Kings. Not to mention Medivh, who single-handedly created the Horde. What power do you expect us to use to fight against them?"
Robbie didn't know what to say.
An ancient woman who has lived for thousands of years, and who happens to be the most powerful human in Azeroth.
She was involved in so many terrible power struggles, and she controlled so many human kingdoms.
The thought alone sends chills down my spine.
"Robbie, have you ever thought about how Orgrimmar can feed 240,000 Orcs and ensure they have meat to eat every day, given the resources of the Barrens?"
At this moment, the old Pandaren's face was filled with such pain, as if he had touched upon the most painful thing in his heart.
Robbie scratched his head. This was a puzzling economic problem.
Orcs' excessively strong physiques require a huge amount of energy from physical activity, forcing them to consume high-energy meat to avoid becoming weak and powerless.
Orgrimmar, located in the Barrens full of desolate rocks and sand, a scorched plain baked by the sun all day long, where no vegetation can survive except for tenacious shrubs.
In this barren land, water is more valuable than gold.
However, since Thrall led the Orcs into the Barrens, in just a few years, the Orcs have been constantly clashing with Theramore and the Night Elves, almost always in a state of war, and then fought a world-renowned battle at Mount Hyjal.
In their spare time during the war, they even had the leisure to build a huge city, Orgrimmar.
Food was somehow obtained, which not only fed all the Orcs but also sustained the enormous costs of the war. The war brought tragedy and death to other races, as well as depletion of national strength and a sharp decline in population.
This led to a population explosion for the Orcs; the more they fought, the more Orcs were.
This is a great miracle, enough to leave any war theorist speechless.
No one can explain all of this. The Orcs, who are born to eat meat, seem to be able to survive by eating dirt and stones since they came to Kalimdor, and they have been able to reproduce and grow stronger.
In a typical war, the first consideration is logistical support and supply lines.
Orcs don't need these at all.
Orcs are a miraculous race that defies textbooks and cannot be understood by common sense.
In comparison, the Kingdom of Stormwind, located in a land of abundant water and lush pastures, could barely sustain itself in peacetime. A single northern expedition against the Lich King could deplete the kingdom's treasury, plunge the people into misery, and leave countless starving people in the Westfall.
On the surface, the House Wrynn's ability to govern is utterly weak compared to the Orcs chieftains of all time; they are worlds apart and completely outmatched.
Robbie stared at Chen Stormstout with a strange look and asked, "You know the answer?"
"This is a wound that the Pandaren will never forget." Chen Stormstout's eyes welled with tears. "The Orcs' wars of conquest and expansion have always been supported by us, the Pandaren of Pandaria."
"Pandaria? Pandaren?" Robbie could hardly believe his ears.
Chen Stormstout lowered his head deeply and said in a barely audible voice, "There were originally twelve giant turtles in Pandaria that possessed the bloodline of Old Gods, similar to Shen-zin Su."
Shen-zin Su is a giant sea turtle.
His back is a moving Island, on which the Pandaren have built a town.
Robbie, a chilling thought forming in his mind, asked fearfully, "The other eleven were all eaten by the Orcs?"
The old Pandaren nodded, finally unable to hold back his tears, which streamed down his face.
"Are you really content with this?" Robbie asked blankly.
"What can I do if I'm unwilling? Long ago, I received enlightenment from the August Celestials. A force threatening Azeroth was rising. Following August Celestials guidance, I sailed to Lordaeron, only to find King Terenas scrimping and saving, Order of the Silver Hand stealing the last grain of food from the people, preferring to let their own people starve to death to feed the Orcs. Faced with this bizarre situation, what could I do?"
"Later, when the Lich King rose to power, the Orcs were forced to cross the sea to the Barrens. I thought my chance had come to eliminate them before they could establish a firm foothold, but unfortunately, I ran into that stupid woman, Jaina."
"You probably don't know this, but the Tauren originally had no intention of joining the Horde. When a race with fangs and fierce faces landed on the coastline, which race in Kalimdor wouldn't be terrified? After all, there's only so much land available for survival."
"The Tauren were hesitant due to the threat of the Centaurs. If Jaina were determined to eliminate the Orcs, the Tauren would surely respond. Unfortunately, Medivh, with his mind-reading ability, saw through Jaina's inner ambition at a glance. What a great opportunity! At that time, the Lich King was at its peak, and Medivh dared not do anything to Jaina."
"Jaina betrayed her father to secure peace with the Orcs. Cairne Bloodhoof, that old tauren, was terrified. He told me in private that this woman's head must have been trampled by a hundred Kodo to force the Tauren to join the Horde. I was also terrified by Jaina's terrifying determination and had no choice but to compromise and help the Horde against my will."
"Medivh personally sought out the August Celestials, forcing the Pandaren to support the Horde. We were outmatched in battle, what could we do? Later, we were reduced to just one Shen-zin Su. We decided to stop tolerating it and hid it from the Orcs, which angered the Horde. We thought that after years of war, the Alliance would be overwhelmed, and that we Pandaren alone, with the Horde Mantid, had a chance of victory. Another reason was that the seven Sha couldn't stand by and watch and offered to help us fight Medivh."
"Why does war rage? Why do autumn leaves fall? Nature cannot be taken away, and even we ourselves have our doubts. The Pandaren were prepared, intending to Horde war against the Horde. Unfortunately, despite all their calculations, they never expected that Prince Anduin, who is more devoted to the Orcs than their own father, would stray into Pandaria, attracting the Alliance. Pandaria is shrouded in mist, and even the renowned explorers Brann Bronzebeard and Harrison Jones frowned. 'Your little Prince has found him? How ridiculous!'"
The old Pandaren smiled, his eyes filled with tears:
"Surrounded by enemies on all sides, no one can withstand the combined might of the Alliance and the Horde. In the Battle of Pandaria, the Pandaren chose to compromise and retreat, Mantid Empire raised the banner of resistance, only to collapse. Even the few Sha we painstakingly raised to maintain order have been severely weakened by your forces."
"To protect the Shen-zin Su, our people have no choice but to Consecration their own flesh and blood. You probably don't know that joining the Horde requires Pandaren to undergo numerous trials, especially the final Arena of life and death. Nine out of ten Pandaren perish in this arena, Orcs skins peeled off by the orcs to make armor, and their flesh and blood made into jerky to serve as military rations."
"Although surrounded by enemies far more powerful than we could have imagined, our perseverance allowed us to hold on. See, the wheel of fortune turns, and no one escapes the judgment of heaven. The suffering we Pandaren have endured, you Alliance will not escape either."
"So, the key issue is Medivh, right?"
After a long silence, Robbie closed his eyes and gave his final summary.