"Hmm, chicken flavored, crunchy."
"These humans are truly terrible to eat; the master's barbecue is still the most delicious."
"These bones get stuck in my teeth! The meat and bones of Warcraft are much chewier."
A few Warcraft were picking their teeth as they walked back to Zhang Menglong's side, "Master, those who talked the most trash will never talk again."
Does Zhang Menglong feel annoyed in his heart?
Annoyance doesn't exist; it's survival of the fittest, after all. Facing enemies, Zhang Menglong is never merciful.
"I apologize to you all," Zhang Menglong said, "I'll personally make some grilled meat for you all to enjoy later."
Zhang Menglong walked up to the group of magicians, each of them was now walking on eggshells, afraid to say a word.
Moral kidnapping? Rants? Reason and emotion?
People who acted this way are now inside the stomachs of Warcraft!
