This war can be considered the Horde's "founding war," and it was of great significance because of Cairne Bloodhoof's valiant fighting. The Tauren officially joined the Horde, Charge for the Horde and providing military rations and raw materials for building tents.
As for the Pandaren and the Zandalari Empire, they are not yet qualified to be part of the Horde.
To celebrate the hard-won victory, Thrall prepared a grand celebration feast in the Valley of Strength.
Cairne Bloodhoof sent his beloved youngest son, skinned and Eviscerate, cut into large chunks of beef, steamed in cold water to remove the blood foam, coated with sauce, and then roasted over charcoal.
Thrall was very polite and ordered his men to deliver the two best pieces of meat to the Horde's warriors, the brothers Rexxar and Rok'ton.
The two brothers quickly expressed their gratitude and ate the delicious beef with gusto.
Thrall asked with a smile, "Warriors, is the meat delicious?"
Rexxar quickly praised, "As expected of the son of Cairne Bloodhoof, the Tauren Chieftain, the meat is extremely delicious, truly a delicacy."
Cairne Bloodhoof raised an eyebrow, a hint of pride in his expression.
Not to be outdone, the Pandaren sent a highly respected Pandaren sage, who was said to have consumed various precious herbs since childhood and, coupled with a pampered life, had fair and delicate skin.
After steaming for three hours in the steamer, an intoxicating aroma of herbs wafted out when the lid was opened. The Orcs Chefs cut large chunks of meat, Thrall once again ordered the guards to bring the best meat to the two brothers.
The two brothers, drawn by the enticing aroma, devoured their food with gusto, their mouths greasy with oil.
Thrall smiled and asked again, "Warriors, is the meat delicious?"
Rexxar exclaimed, "It leaves a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth, melts in the mouth, and fills the whole body with energy after entering the stomach and intestines. It truly lives up to its reputation as a nourishing delicacy!"
Thrall nodded, then suddenly looked worried and let out a heavy sigh for some reason.
Seeing Thrall's expression, Rexxar asked, puzzled, "Great Savior, we have just defeated the Kul Tiras, Orgrimmar's forces are strong, and the Orcs warlords are skilled warriors. What is there to worry about?"
Thrall shook his head, his face filled with sorrow, and slowly said:
"I gave everything to save the Azeroth, just like the plain water I drink. I was originally pure and without desires, having seen through power, money, and even the Orcs. I fought only for the lofty ideals in my heart. My only weakness is food, which I can't help but crave. Thinking about Azeroth and Draenor, and the delicacies I haven't yet tasted, makes my heart ache."
Rexxar felt his chance to make a contribution had arrived and hurriedly said, "Great Savior, with me here, whatever delicacy you desire, even the flesh of Old Gods, I will risk my life to get it for you, and I will never break my promise."
Thrall laughed heartily, "With such a great warrior, my Horde is invincible. What is there to fear in conquering the Azeroth? To tell you the truth, I've heard that the hybrid of Ogre and Orcs is incredibly fragrant when cooked, the most delicious food in Draenor World. I've never had the chance to taste it, and I'm suffering agonizingly every day. Rexxar, Rok'ton, would you be willing to satisfy my appetite?"
The brothers Rexxar and Rok'ton were terrified, sweating profusely and trembling uncontrollably.
Ogre women only exist in Legendary, so Ogres marry women of other races to reproduce. However, because of the powerful bloodline of Ogres, their offspring rarely retain the characteristics of other races.
The brothers Rexxar and Rok'ton have distinct Orcs features, making them one in a million. There has never been any other Half-breed of their kind.
Thrall then revealed a sinister smile, "One warrior of the Horde is enough."
Originally, the brothers Rexxar and Rok'ton were prepared to fight to the death. Although it would be difficult to break out of Orgrimmar, they believed that dying on the spot was better than being skinned alive.
Upon hearing Thrall say "one is enough," Rexxar's mind started racing, and he cast a hostile glance at his brother's back.
Rok'ton, oblivious to his brother's unusual behavior, stepped in front of Rexxar and whispered:
"One of us brothers must survive to show the world Thrall's treacherous face. I'll cover your retreat with my life, and you escape towards the north gate. With our magical beasts to help you, you have a good chance of escaping. Remember, don't avenge me."
Rexxar said in a low voice, "Brother, what have we risked our lives for? It's all for making something of ourselves. Now that wealth and honor are within reach, how could I give it up? I can only ask you to make do, brother."
Renekton was a more down-to-earth person and did not understand the meaning of these words. He asked doubtfully, "Brother, what do you mean?"
A sharp blade pierced Rok'ton's chest from behind. Rexxar viciously pulled out the dagger, blood gushing out. Rok'ton fell to the ground unwillingly, his eyes wide open, dying with unresolved grievances.
Rexxar laughed heartily, "Great Savior Thrall, for the sake of Azeroth, and to satisfy the Savior's tastes, please feel free to cook my brother."
Thrall nodded in satisfaction and praised, "Truly a warrior of the Horde, so wise and righteous, who can compare? Rexxar, you are indeed a great hero, a true champion."
Vol'jin and Rokhan exchanged a smile; the plan had succeeded. Rokhan quickly raised his cup, approached Rexxar, and said respectfully, "You truly are a warrior of the Horde. Your willingness and sacrifice are beyond my reach; I deeply admire you."
The generals discussed among themselves, praising Rexxar's profound sense of righteousness.
Rok'ton's corpse was dragged away by the Troll Chef, and soon after, large chunks of cooked meat were brought in. Thrall, as always, presented the best piece of meat to Rexxar.
Rexxar remained unfazed, dipping the meat in sauce and eating it heartily.
Thrall, pleased, asked, "Rexxar, the Horde warrior, does your meat taste good?"
Rexxar nodded quickly, flatteringly saying, "Indeed, it's the finest delicacy in Draenor, living up to its reputation, truly unforgettable."
Seeing that Rexxar showed no sign of sadness, Thrall's heart sank, and his vigilance intensified. He thought to himself that this man was so ruthless and heartless, and cruel by nature; he was bound to achieve great things in the future.
If we don't take this opportunity to eliminate it, there will likely be endless troubles, and we will surely be harmed by it.
Thrall distributed the meat to his generals, who quickly devoured it all. Thrall chuckled and said, "We didn't enjoy the meat enough today, Rexxar. I've heard you keep quite a few wild beasts. Would you be willing to slaughter some and offer the meat to our generals?"
Rexxar remained calm and said nonchalantly, "This is nothing. What do a few lowly beasts matter if everyone can enjoy their meal?"
Jaina, standing nearby, saw through Rexxar's thoughts. This guy had no ambition; he was just an Imp who couldn't bear to give up his wealth, which was why he endured it time and time again.
Without the beasts, Rexxar felt relieved, as it meant he was no longer a threat and Thrall would spare his life. With this in mind, Jaina decided to sabotage his plans.
The two brothers drove their large pack of magical beasts to their seats, where they skinned, Eviscerate, and butchered Rexxar in front of him, not even sparing the Spirit Beasts.
Seeing that it was about to be slaughtered and eaten, a Juxiong named Misha let out a scream.
Jaina, on a sudden inspiration, laughed and said, "This little bear is quite cute, I'll take it."