In the snow-covered Winterspring lies Everlook, a trading city operated by the Steamwheedle Cartel.
Winterspring is rich in minerals, and the highly sought-after Yeti fur makes the goblins of Everlook Goblin wealthy.
However, everything changed with the arrival of the Orcs.
Durotan's decision to settle in Winterspring was not because the weather there was similar to Frostfire Ridge; given a choice, few would prefer a harsh, icy place.
What he values is the rich history of Winterspring.
Surrounded by dozens of Orcs, Durotan arrived at Lake Keslil, his heavy leather boots stepping onto the Freeze surface.
Durotan clutched a golden orb as he moved through the mist, his expression solemn, sensing something as he went.
Legendary that this is the ruins of the Highborne, and at night, the spirits of the Elves can sometimes be seen wandering around.
However, the true history is that this place was originally the capital of the Kobold Empire, Kethriel is the name of the Kobold Empire, taken from the name of its founding emperor.
Thousands of years ago, Winterspring was warm and pleasant, and the Kobolds built a magnificent civilization there.
In the battle for Night Elves, the Kobolds once gained the upper hand and nearly beheaded Malfurion and Tyrande.
Unfortunately, the Kobolds were ultimately defeated, and an enraged Tyrande led her army into Winterspring, utterly destroying the Kobold empire.
Legendary that the battle was so fierce that the sky darkened and the earth trembled. The Elves ' murderous aura was so intense that millions of Kobolds lay dead, causing strange phenomena in the heavens and earth, including a blizzard.
From then on, the picturesque Winterspring was covered in ice and snow.
Even so, Tyrande refused to give up, erasing the history of the Kobolds and forbidding people from remembering her shame.
Durotan learned of this history only by chance, thanks to the archaeological discoveries of the Orcs tycoon, Doras, which Thrall recorded in his diary.
In the center of Lake Keslil, Durotan stopped and stood with his hands behind his back.
The servants formed a circle, all remaining silent and going about their assigned tasks.
Durotan's narrowed eyes snapped open, and he snapped, "Come out! You've been following us for far too long."
"Hehe!"
A piercing sound rang out, like two pieces of porcelain rubbing together, and a tall Yeti appeared in the mist, twice the height of Orcs, looking down at Durotan.
He is the Yeti King of the Ice Thistle Tribe. Yetis have thick fur, which is suitable for living in cold weather.
"Orcs, you have brought disaster to Ice Spring Valley!" the Yeti King roared hysterically. "The Yeti Horde of Winterspring slaughter each other simply to control their numbers, but you wiped out an entire Yeti Horde, skinning them to make fur coats. Today, I will seek justice for the dead!"
Durotan smirked. "Fool, what do you know? My slaughter of the Yetis is their good fortune; you should be grateful."
"Ridiculous, you shameless Butcher."
The Yeti King was enraged, and countless Yeti figures appeared from the mist, surrounding Durotan and his party.
"After killing you, I will coerce the Goblins of Winterspring into handing over your people and eradicating all the Orcs."
Durotan's eyes turned cold, and the golden orb in his hand emitted a dazzling light. He opened his arms and said:
"I brought slaughter and death to Azeroth, and this is your Redemption, your hope."
Dozens of golden rays shot out from the golden sphere and disappeared into the Freeze lake. Then, the sound of the ice cracking came from beneath our feet.
In order to escape Draenor, Imperator Mar'gok did not hesitate to send Ogres to the Burning Legion as slaves.
Durotan, however, took a different approach. Apart from the five hundred chosen, all the members of the Frostwolf Clan Lei Shen Clans died in the duel.
Durotan used Holy Light to condense their souls, forging them into immortal and indestructible Holy Souls.
This method was inspired by the Ancestral Spirits. When the Holy Light descended upon Draenor, the Ancestral Spirits were nourished by the Holy Light and became even more powerful than before.
The Ancestral Spirit were once weak, barely surviving, and hiding in dark corners, can now finally see the light of day again.
Millions of Orcs have died in Frostfire Ridge throughout history. Before the Ancestral Spirit could praise the Holy Light, Durotan condensed them into a golden orb and brought it into Azeroth.
The Yeti King's face darkened; in his long memory, Lake Keslil had never melted.
Rumble.
The ice surface suddenly cracked, revealing a deep ravine.
The Yeti King lost his footing and fell onto the ice, hurriedly getting up.
From the cracks beneath the ice, dozens of mutilated figures came to life, staggering as they crawled out of the ice.
These strange creatures were seven or eight meters tall, most of them were badly damaged, and the marks of bows and arrows and sharp blades were clearly visible. Many of them still had arrows hanging from their bodies.
They are covered with thick carapaces, have sharp claws that are over a meter long, and have segmented horns on their heads.
"What kind of monsters are these? Why do their horns look so much like our Yeti's?" The Yeti King was taken aback.
Durotan sneered, "Ignorant fools, they are war machines bred by the Kobold Empire, the ancestors of you Yetis. Tremble before your ancestors!"
The Holy Souls brought these ancestral Yetis to life, and they pounced on their descendants.
The Yeti King was terrified and hastily retreated. After the battle, hundreds of Yeti corpses were left on the lake.
Durotan did not give chase, ordering the ancestral Yeti to Anjing. More secrets lay buried beneath Lake Keslil, waiting to be unearthed.
The once glorious Kaisriel Empire is home to countless ancient Yetis, Mammoth Warriors, War Golems, and more. Legendary the Kobolds once enslaved the Earth Giants, and they are close relatives of the Storm Giants, with intricate connections to the Titans.
Suddenly, Durotan had a thought, and a Holy Souls flew out from the golden sphere, while a Kobold slowly crawled out from under the ice.
The ancient Kobolds were completely different from the Kobolds of today. They were as strong as Orcs, except for their cunning little eyes, which resembled those of the Kobolds.
Durotan noticed that the ancient Kobold had silver fur.
"The Kaisriel Empire, the silver-furred Kobold nobles, they really do exist," Durotan murmured.
According to the archaeological records of Doras, the richest man among the Orcs, the Kobolds of the Kaisriel Empire were divided into five classes: royals with golden fur, nobles with silver fur, and commoners with black fur.
Then came the gray-furred slaves, roughly the same size as the existing Kobolds.
The last type has colorful fur of seven colors, also known as the multicolored Kobold, and Priest among the Kobolds.
The existing Kobolds are all descendants of gray-fur slaves.
Upon seeing that the Legendary were true, Durotan was filled with pride. Winterspring was a treasure trove, and with the Holy Souls of millions of Orcs in his hands, it was entirely possible to revive the Kobold Empire.
"Even if the Lich King Arthas returns, he's still nothing special," Durotan said confidently.
Tanaris, Gadgetzan.
Khadgar was stunned to receive a letter from the Yeti King.
The subjects of Dalaran are all-encompassing. Some scholars have studied the history of the Kaisriel Empire and believe it to be merely a Legendary, not credible.
Who would have thought that the seemingly weak Kobolds once created a magnificent civilization?
"I never expected Durotan to be the dangerous one."
Compared to Durotan, who wields the Holy Souls, Imperator Mar'gok is just an innocent child.
Khadgar's gaze sharpened; the war in Gadgetzan had to end as soon as possible, and the army had to return to Orgrimmar to make further plans.
"I wonder what Chen Stormstout will do when he finds out."
Thinking of this, Khadgar secretly worried.