Khadgar swore he had never seen so many Kobolds, not even in his worst nightmares.
"So this is the Chi-Ji's conspiracy." Khadgar sighed, though he had already suspected it was a conspiracy, he was still deeply involved.
Chen Stormstout, still puzzled, asked, "Why are there so many Kobolds?"
Khadgar closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and felt the stench of Kobolds filling the air of Orgrimmar.
"Warchief, we are now in the Age of Holy Light. The density of Holy Light is hundreds of times higher than before. These Lightforging Kobolds don't need to eat anything; they only need Holy Light energy to sustain their lives."
"I understand, but why are there so many of them?" Chen Stormstout was still puzzled.
Khadgar patiently explained, "Christina released the Kobolds she acquired in the trade into Durotar, where they multiplied uncontrollably and covered the land in just a few days."
Chen Stormstout's eyes widened. "But why are the Kobolds besieging Orgrimmar?"
"Because I smelled meat."
Khadgar said, his gaze passing over the Southfury River. The Cataclysm had widened the Southfury River considerably, and its current was swift, but it hadn't stopped the Kobolds ' expansion, which had already spread to the Barrens.
"Although the Holy Light can satisfy their physical needs, their primal nature remains, and they feel hungry."
Chen Stormstout that his face turned pale and he trembled.
Once Orgrimmar City falls, everyone will be devoured by endless Kobolds, leaving not even bones behind.
"I have no grudge against Christina, so why would she plot against me?" Chen Stormstout asked innocently.
Khadgar glanced at him. Faced with difficulties, Chen Stormstout forgot to think like Thrall and reverted to his previous naivety and innocence.
Even so, Khadgar did not give up, explaining:
"The Consortium is driven by profit; its goal is likely to turn Azeroth into Kobold ranch, providing her with a continuous stream of Wealth."
"So we became the victims."
Chen Stormstout, gripping his hair tightly, paced back and forth on the city wall, his anxiety clouding his judgment.
"What should we do?" Chen Stormstout sat on the city wall, feeling the world was so dark.
Khadgar whispered, "Orgrimmar is heavily fortified, and these Kobolds don't even have clothes. This should buy us some time. The Alliance has Holy Light Magic Circle; if we can borrow it and use it in Durotar, all the Kobolds will starve to death in less than a week."
Chen Stormstout showed a glimmer of hope, but Khadgar's words plunged him back into despair:
"If I were in the Alliance, I would never lend the Magic Circle to the Horde. The Holy Light Magic Circle is forbidden from being used against the Lightforging Orcs. If it were lent to us, and we found its weakness and broke it, the Alliance would be finished. No one would risk being killed to help the enemy."
"I can guarantee peaceful coexistence with the Alliance."
Chen Stormstout, then immediately regretted it and wanted to slap himself.
Who would believe an empty promise?
Khadgar turned his head and quietly looked at the Chen Stormstout.
Chen Stormstout, stepped back and raised his hands in protest:
"No, no, I will absolutely not abandon the Lightforging Orcs. There is no room for negotiation."
Chen Stormstout's demeanor shifted abruptly, regaining its former grandeur Warchief, and he issued the order:
"Order the Lightforging Orcs breeding bases in Halfhill and the Barrens to breed Lightforging Orcs at the fastest speed. Use the Lightforging Orcs to fight the Lightforging Kobolds. It's either you or me who dies."
The Barrens, Ratchet.
Although the Kobold tide had crossed the Southfury River and was approaching the Crossroads, it had not harmed Ratchet at all, avoiding it like the Plague.
Inside the inn in Ratchet, Illidan and Christina sat facing each other, with the August Celestials in human form keeping them company.
Illidan guaranteed Ratchet's safety from the Kobold invasion, for which the Goblin Ratchet paid a heavy price.
Christina's melodious voice was full of joy:
"Lord Illidan, it's been a pleasure doing business with you. As per our previous agreement, I'll take 30% and you 70%. The Kobold miners are incredibly sought after; they sold out as soon as they were released to the market. If we can turn Azeroth into Kobold ranch, we could buy up a hundred planets and become an interstellar Mogul in less than a thousand years."
Illidan said coldly:
"Woman, curb your greed. The Kobold must be controlled. After they have filled the Barrens, they can spread towards Mulgore, the homeland of the Tauren. We must not allow them to plunder other lands."
Christina dared not offend Illidan, so she chuckled and said tactfully:
"That's such a pity. I hope you can broaden your perspective and look at the entire universe. There are countless planets like Azeroth."
"Here, I'm in charge." Illidan's tone left no room for argument.
Sensing Illidan's imposing presence, Christina quickly fell silent, her mind racing.
Illidan turned to the August Celestials and issued a warning:
"Currently, Chen Stormstout is preoccupied with the Kobold calamity and has no time to bother you, but don't think that means you're safe. Although Chen Stormstout may be incompetent, it doesn't mean the Horde has no one who can solve the Kobold problem. If he recovers, he will retaliate a hundredfold."
The August Celestials were terrified. As a participant in the conspiracy, Chen Stormstout must hate them to the core.
Chi-Ji pleaded humbly, "We beg Lord Illidan to teach us."
Illidan scoffed unhappily, "Do I need to teach you this? Chen Stormstout relies solely on an endless supply of Lightforging Orcs. You know what to do."
The first batch of New Lightforged Orcs were sent to Orgrimmar through Portal, but unfortunately, the results were not good.
Although they wiped out a large number of Kobolds, they were quickly swallowed up by the tidal wave of Kobolds, leaving not even bones behind.
On the city wall, Chen Stormstout, could only continue to urge the breeding of Lightforging Orcs.
But soon, devastating news arrived.
The Lightforging Orcs breeding base in Halfhill was vandalized, and according to survivors, it was most likely the work of the August Celestials.
Immediately afterwards, the breeding base in the Barrens was breached by the Kobolds. It cannot be ruled out that someone was sabotaging it in secret, and only a few craftsmen escaped by airship.
"It's over, it's all over."
Suffering a series of setbacks, Chen Stormstout fell into despair, to the point of having the absurd idea of returning the Warchief to Thrall and then staying away from this place of trouble.
Khadgar advised, "Warchief, the most desperate moment has not yet arrived. There is someone in the Horde who can resolve the Kobold calamity."
"Who?" Chen Stormstout asked anxiously.
"Thrall."
Chen Stormstout hesitated for a moment. "Impossible. I've learned his way of thinking. If I can't solve it, neither can he."
Khadgar wasn't very confident either; things had come to this point, and he could only pin his hopes on Thrall.
"Thrall served as Warchief for many years, navigating between the Burning Legion, the Army of the Light, and the Void forces. His experience and insight are far beyond our reach."
Chen Stormstout exhaled a breath. "But why would Thrall help me?"
Khadgar laughed and said, "Good question, so we need to take the necessary measures."
Thrall was taken to the city wall.
Thrall, the former Savior, was startled by the endless stream of Kobolds.
"Damn it, why are there so many Kobolds?"
Chen Stormstout, his face grim, asked fiercely:
"Thrall, look what this is?"
Under Khadgar's supervision, a small pool was built on the city wall, filled with pure Fel energy.
Looking at the lush green Fel, Thrall replied suspiciously:
"This is the Fel Pool; I've seen it in Karazhan."
"Then you should understand the purpose of the Fel Pool," Chen Stormstout with a malicious smile.