Inside the Stone Church at Razor Hill.
The Big Candle Gagg, Gag, sat cross-legged on a futon, writing something with a pen. Facing him sat the Holy Light Great Emperor, the ancient super assassin Osaid.
"What is a saint?" Gagg asked without looking up.
Osaid replied, "Sages mislead the masses; if sages do not die, the people will not be enlightened."
Gagg put down his pen, looked up, and said:
"The way you put it makes it sound like I'm causing chaos and destruction. If it weren't for the Holy Light faith I established, could you have so easily unified the Kobolds of Durotar?"
Although reluctant, Osaid nodded, acknowledging Gagg's contribution.
Gagg smiled slightly, his face beaming, and said:
"Specific methods are needed for specific time periods. The Lightforging Kobolds have just emerged, so we must control them with ideological shackles to consolidate our rule. It won't be too late to abolish the words of the sages once everyone becomes wise and understands the principles. The Lightforging Kobolds need time to develop."
Osaid's lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't.
Gagg immediately understood. "You're in trouble?"
Osaid said coldly, "The sage said that one should not be swayed by external things, but the way of the king requires doing the opposite. The Kobolds are physically weak; ten of them cannot defeat one Orcs. If we do not rely on external things, how can we defeat the Orcs? By sheer numbers?"
Gagg hesitated for a long time, then said worriedly:
"Numbers are not invincible. Chen Stormstout hasn't found the right method yet. If Sylvanas is brought in, even with the protection of the Holy Light, the Kobolds will still die in large numbers from the Plague and turn into the Forsaken. We must be wary."
"So I plan to arm a Kobold army," Osaid said enthusiastically. "I asked an old man, and he said that when Thrall first arrived in Kalimdor, he was hindered by the Volley Fire Tactics of the Troggs. If the Kobolds could be equipped with a large number of firearms, Chen Stormstout would be nothing to fear."
Gagg's eyes widened in surprise. "How is that possible? That history has been buried long ago. Even the Bronze Dragonflight aren't allowed to mention it. Who told you this?"
Osaid touched his nose. "An old Kobold."
"The Lightforging Kobolds of Durotar are all newborns, how can there be elderly ones?" Gagg asked in confusion.
Osaid then sensed something was amiss and muttered, "Could there really be a saint guiding us? Although the old Kobold's origins are mysterious, his guidance seems reasonable, but..."
"It's just that you can't buy enough guns," Gagg said helplessly. "No merchant dares to offend Chen Stormstout, so they can only sell you a small number of weapons. The Alliance can't openly sell weapons either, as that would be tantamount to breaking ties with the Horde and starting a war. You have a lot of ambition, but you can't put it into practice."
Osaid nodded reluctantly.
Gagg put on his glasses and picked up his pen again:
"I'm just a media person; the big shots in Azeroth won't give me face, and I can't help you."
"What are you writing?" Osaid asked.
"Medical books."
"You know medicine?"
Gagg glanced at him. "I don't understand."
Osaid leaned closer and saw Gagg pick up a pen and write:
"An ancient Kobold, over a hundred years old, agile, capable of climbing walls and mining."
"What a joke." Osaid sneered, "The Kobold slaves of the Kaisriel Empire, their bodies collapsed before they even turned thirty, and they were driven into the wilderness by their slave owners to fend for themselves."
"What about the nobles?" Gagg asked curiously.
Osaid replied, "I am of noble birth. I have fifty-seven brothers and sisters, and only twenty-one of them lived past twenty. I envy these Lightforging Kobolds; they have the protection of the Holy Light, which can cure most diseases."
Gagg asked, puzzled, "The Legendary the Kaisriel Empire's brilliant Herbalism and Alchemy, is that just a myth?"
Osaid nodded. "Herbalism and Alchemy are true, but neither can cure diseases."
"But my medical books can cure diseases," Gagg said confidently.
"Are you sure?" Osaid's eyes widened.
Gagg said confidently, "My book can cure most of the diseases that the Holy Light cannot heal."
Since embracing the Holy Light, the Kobolds of Durotar have found solace, their conflicts have greatly decreased, and they have gradually come to live in harmony.
But the consequence was overpopulation; their numbers multiplied exponentially, crowding the land.
Osaid's solution was to dig tunnels; the area south of Razor Hill was hollowed out, giving the Kobolds a foothold.
On this day, an invisible Ethereal warship appeared in the skies above Durotar.
Since roaming freely with Kobolds, filling Durotar, the Crossroads, and Mulgore, Christina has made a fortune.
The first batch of three million Kobolds sold out as soon as they were released into the interstellar market, and Christina used the money she earned to buy a new cargo ship.
Christina scrutinized the Kobolds below with a critical eye. After looking at the Kobolds in Mulgore and the Crossroads, she was deeply attracted to the Kobolds in Durotar.
These Kobolds actually have clothes to wear.
Although it was all made of the simplest linen, it represented a leap forward that transcended time.
Christina also noted that most of the Kobolds in Durotar were fluent in Orcish, civilized, polite, religious, and regularly attended church services.
"They actually built toilets."
"Wait, does life sustained by Holy Light energy require excretion?"
Christina didn't want to waste her brain cells on this; these were a group of extremely high-quality Kobolds, meaning they could fetch a better price.
"The harvest time has arrived; lay the net."
Christina's eyes were clearly shining, as if she saw an interstellar Mogul beckoning to her.
Several Ethereal began to prepare.
The so-called Skynet is actually a kind of mass levitation magic that selects suitable Kobolds and sends them to an invisible spaceship.
Legendary of ascension exist in many lesser civilizations, where some people, through virtuous deeds, are inspired by the heavens and ascend to the realm of immortals.
They didn't realize that this was simply a process of selecting slaves by an advanced civilization.
Christina decided to select five thousand Kobolds and send them to the interstellar market as a test, employing a scarcity marketing strategy.
The Kobolds, who were working on the hillside, sleeping in the cave, or playing in the water, were all inspired by the radiant light at almost the same time.
In an instant, five thousand Kobolds unconsciously flew into the air and drifted toward the invisible spaceship.
The Kobolds, overjoyed at the call, floated in the air and waved to their brethren below.
The other Kobolds, seeing this, all looked on with envy and knelt on the ground praising the Holy Light.
Five thousand Lightforging Kobolds were locked in the warehouse and immediately hypnotized by the gas, entering a deep Sleep.
Just as Christina was about to finish her work and leave, her expression suddenly changed, and she waved to the Ethereal beside her, saying:
"You all leave first, I need to be alone for a while."
Several subordinates, bewildered, left the control room. Christina's voice was clear and melodious.
"We are honored to have such distinguished guests. We are delighted to have you here. Let's have some conversation."
Osaid appeared and sat opposite Christina, trying to suppress his curiosity, but still couldn't help looking around.
An advanced interstellar warship was completely foreign to him.
"The Kobolds ' ascension, it was all your doing." Osaid stared at Christina's bandaged body. "What are you?"
"I'm not a thing, okay? I'm Ethereal."
There was a hint of helplessness in Christina's voice:
The reason you see me like this is because my physical body has been taken away, leaving only my spirit.