Osaid slowly stood up, his sharp eyes like daggers.
"I see."
"What do you understand?" Gagg was startled and couldn't help but step back. Osaid felt very unfamiliar to him.
"I used to hate my mother for giving me a lowly bloodline, but now I finally understand that I should hate myself."
Osaid's father was a colorful Kobold, a born nobleman.
But his mother was a lowly gray-haired Kobold.
This experience led to Osaid being bullied from a young age, harboring resentment, and eventually turning to being a killer.
Gagg hesitated before asking, "Osaid, do you really understand?"
Osaid said coldly:
"The concept of bloodline is merely a shackle you impose on Kobolds. Golden-haired and multicolored people are no better than gray-haired slaves, just like us. I can kill you with ease."
Gagg broke out in a cold sweat; once class distinctions lost their effect, he could no longer control this powerful assassin.
"Look at yourself, with so-called royal blood flowing through your veins, what are you doing?" Osaid sneered, "Making lies for the powerful and wealthy."
"This is called bearing humiliation and carrying a heavy burden," Gagg explained with difficulty.
Osaid sneered and shook his head, "You are simply powerless to change the status quo. If it's just you, the ancient Kaisriel Empire is destined to be forgotten."
"The restoration of the kingdom will definitely succeed; there is always hope," Gagg said, lacking confidence and unable to even convince himself.
"No, the opportunity is right before us," Osaid said resolutely. "Support me with all your might and help me ascend to the throne of the Kobold Emperor."
Gagg said angrily, "How could you? You're just a nobody!"
"You're calling me a bastard, aren't you?" Osaid shrugged. "Times have changed. Who cares?"
Gagg tried to argue, "No, listen to me. Becoming a king requires many prerequisites. Strength alone is not enough. You need sufficient intelligence, broad knowledge, luck, and the ability to negotiate. You also need a resilient heart. Can you remain unmoved even as millions die miserably before your eyes?"
Osaid frowned deeply and pointed to his chest, saying:
"When Tyrande summoned the freezing winds, Freeze Winterspring, and buried the Kaisriel Empire, my heart died."
"What if a million people died because of you? Could you still remain unmoved?" Gagg asked.
Osaid remained silent.
Gagg gently patted his shoulder and said, "Not everyone has this kind of courage, just as not everyone can become a king."
Osaid raised his head, his voice icy. "I witnessed Thrall's rise to power; if he could become Warchief, why can't I?"
"You're not like Thrall." Gagg shook his head.
Osaid said expressionlessly, "That's right, but I can learn from him. Given Thrall's character, he should kill you first."
Gagg paused for a moment, then prostrated himself on the ground. "Big Candle Gagg is willing to help Osaid achieve the throne of Emperor."
Osaid's expression changed, and then he burst into laughter.
All plans are subject to change. Gagg had anticipated many variables, but he never expected them to happen to Osaid.
That night, Osaid assassinated one of the chieftains of the six Kobold Horde and took his place.
This was precisely the beginning of ignorance, a time when there were no moral or legal constraints, people acted recklessly, and the strong were respected.
When Gagg opened his sermon for the third time, he did not reveal the secrets of the Heavenly Book.
Heavenly Book must remain mysterious enough to be remembered; once it's fully deciphered, it loses its value.
For tens of thousands of years afterward, generations of Kobold scholars devoted their lives to trying to decipher the secret Heavenly Book, but all to no avail.
Countless Kobold scholars looked up to the sky and sighed, weeping blood and wailing.
I marvel at the vastness, profoundness, and boundless mystery of the Heavenly Book, encompassing everything.
Unfortunately, the later Kobolds lacked the wisdom to match the great wisdom of the sage Gagg.
No one knew that the Heavenly Book was actually Gagg's scattered paw prints.
Gagg first established the Kobold calendar, and then set forth basic laws and morals.
They demanded that the Kobolds build a cathedral and formally accept the faith in the Holy Light.
All six chieftains agreed and pooled the resources of the Kobolds to build a simple stone church in Razor Hill of Durotar.
Meanwhile, Osaid accelerated his efforts to unify the Kobolds.
On the very day the Stone Church was built, Osaid successfully unified the Kobolds of Durotar through assassination, becoming the Kobold emperor.
Gagg was appointed as the Kobold Archbishop and established positions such as Privy Councillor and Assistant Archbishop, completely replicating Stormwind City's Cathedral of Light.
Immediately afterwards, Gagg personally crowned Osaid, acknowledging that his imperial throne came from the Holy Light, that he was the Holy Light Great Emperor of Azeroth appointed by the Holy Light, and that he was protected by the Holy Light.
Anyone who opposes the Holy Light Great Emperor is an enemy of the Holy Light, an unforgivable crime that will surely be punished by Heaven.
"The Holy Light Great Emperor?"
The unexpected rise of Osaid filled Chen Stormstout with a sense of inexplicable panic.
Although Thrall and Big Candle Gagg's plan was successful, the Kobolds achieved unification and became obsessed with the faith in the Holy Light.
But this Holy Light Great Emperor was somewhat unexpected.
"Did you arrange for the Holy Light Great Emperor?" Chen Stormstout questioned Gagg with unease.
Gagg smiled obsequiously, "Warchief, please rest assured. The Holy Light Great Emperor came from humble beginnings and rose to power entirely thanks to my support. He is one of ours."
Chen Stormstout, wiping his nose, noticed it was already soaked with sweat—a bad omen among the Pandaren.
With a quick glance, Chen Stormstout, "In that case, can the siege of Orgrimmar be lifted?"
Chen Stormstout, with a shrewd expression, said, "As long as the Warchief gives the order, the siege of Orgrimmar will be lifted immediately."
After thinking for a while, Chen Stormstout realized he had overthought things and gave the order:
"Make those Kobolds retreat to the Valley of Trials, with Razor Hill as the boundary, and do not allow them to cross it even once."
The Big Candle Gagg, bowed and left. Chen Stormstout, still uneasy, said to Khadgar:
"Has the surveillance of Gagg yielded any results?"
Khadgar said, "Gagg has strictly followed the plan and has not broken ties with anyone else. No anomalies have been detected so far."
Chen Stormstout, solemnly instructed:
"Continue to monitor Gagg, without the slightest lapse. If this guy has ambitions, he will definitely contact merchants and establish diplomatic relations with the Alliance. If he starts purchasing weapons, armor, and siege equipment, Orgrimmar will be in danger. Apart from Gagg, the Kobolds are a bunch of ignorant trash, not worth mentioning."
Khadgar made a throat-slitting gesture. "If you're not comfortable with that, why not just get rid of him?"
Chen Stormstout hesitated for a moment. "Gagg is still somewhat useful. He's controlled the Kobolds of Durotar. The Kobolds in the Barrens and Mulgore are still in complete chaos. I heard the Mulgore Kobolds have already surrounded Thunder Bluff."
Khadgar whispered, "Thunder Bluff is a treacherous terrain; the Kobolds can't climb up there. It's safe for now."
Chen Stormstout snorted coldly and said viciously:
"The Lightforging Kobolds are multiplying too quickly. The only solution is to rely on the Holy Light Great Emperor to conquer the Kobolds of the Barrens and Mulgore, then massacre them all to eliminate any future threat. Orgrimmar will then be safe."
Just as Chen Stormstout had hoped, Osaid led the Kobolds to retreat to the Valley of Trials.
Aside from regularly attending services at the Stone Church in Razor Hill, the Kobolds showed no unusual behavior.
Chen Stormstout, was brewing a great calamity.