Durotar, due to the overpopulation of Kobolds, has become incredibly valuable, with every inch of land worth its weight in gold.
Despite selling off large numbers of Kobolds and digging deeper into the caves, Holy Light Great Emperor Osaid could not alleviate the pressure of the rapidly increasing Kobold.
Fortunately, Chen Stormstout's order arrived, requiring the Holy Light Great Emperor to send troops to the Barrens.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Osaid dispatched a large number of Kobolds to the Southfury River.
The Kobolds of the Barrens did not achieve unification, instead splitting into dozens of Horde of varying sizes.
Upon learning of the Holy Light Great Emperor's attack, these Horde united and sent a large army.
Without further ado, the two sides engaged in a fierce battle on the banks of the Southfury River.
The fighting was extremely fierce.
The Kobold enemies from the moment they met, determined to fight to the death.
Interestingly, the Kobolds of Durotar developed a faith in the Holy Light and built stone churches.
The Kobolds of the Barrens immediately followed suit, building dozens of churches and also worshipping the Holy Light.
The Kobolds, sharing the same faith, fought to the death on the Southfury River for no reason whatsoever.
The corpses quickly filled the Southfury River, and reinforcements continued to arrive.
Despite the seemingly intense fighting, both sides' leaders knew that it was merely a means to deplete the excess population.
Those sent to the Battlefield were mostly the old, weak, sick, and disabled, who were supposed to be eliminated anyway.
Valley of Trials, a complex network of underground caves, contains a separate cave.
Every cave was practically crammed with Kobolds, except for this one, which, though not spacious, housed only one person.
A Troggs.
Osaid stealthily Stealth, ensuring no one was following him, and entered the narrow cave.
The Troggs sat on the ground, gnawing on a roasted lamb leg, Osaid stood by, saying nothing.
In terms of physique, Troggs are similar to Kobold, only stronger and uglier.
Watching the Troggs finish eating the lamb leg and then lick the oil off his fingers, Osaid asked:
"It's been so many days, you should tell me, who exactly are you?"
The Troggs raised his head and smiled slightly:
"I think you've probably guessed it, I am the King of Rag City, the leader of the Troggs, Emperor Lagrange."
Osaid was unsurprised, his eyebrows slightly raised:
"The Rag City, Troggs renowned for their Volley Fire Tactics, once left Thrall helpless. Unfortunately, it was annihilated by a combined force of the Orcs, Night Elf race, Pandaren, Tauren, and Jaina, who deliberately erased this part of their history."
"Even when facing the Burning Legion, Azeroth has never been this united," the Troggs said with a wry smile. "I fought for Azeroth, and yet I've become its Azeroth enemy."
Osaid looked at him intently. "This isn't your whole answer."
The Troggs looked at him with a surprised expression.
"I've looked it up. Emperor Lagrange once suffered a serious illness, and then he was like a completely different person. A Troggs couldn't possibly have undergone such a drastic transformation."
The Troggs nodded in agreement. "You're very clever; it's hard to believe you're Kobold."
Osaid frowned. "I was imprisoned in the Vault of the Wardens for many years, suffering greatly, but I also learned a great deal."
The Troggs smiled faintly, "You can call me Test Subject 335. I studied in Karazhan."
"Karazhan again," Osaid muttered.
Test Subject 335 hesitated for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Since Queen Azshara, Medivh is probably the first person to leave Azeroth. The Burning Legion's technology and magic far surpass ours. You could say that Karazhan is the window to Azeroth."
Osaid calmly replied, "I need you to help me train Volley Fire Tactics."
Test Subject 335 pondered for a moment, "The Volley Fire Tactics isn't difficult. Two weeks would be enough for a human. The Kobolds are smarter than the Troggs, so they can learn it in half a month at most. But I can help you with much more than just this."
"What else?" Osaid asked curiously.
"Perspective!" Test Subject 335 bit her lip hard, unwilling to accept it, and said, "Strength alone is not enough. In the end, we will be forgotten like Troggs. Only by grasping the bigger picture can we control Azeroth."
Osaid stroked his chin. "So what do we do first?"
Test Subject 335 held out his hand. "Give me a leg of lamb."
Osaid disappeared, but returned shortly after, carrying a greasy roasted lamb leg.
Test Subject 335, devouring a roasted lamb leg, said, "The Kobolds have begun to worship the Holy Light, which is good, but not enough. Establish a knightly order."
"The Knights?" Osaid was slightly taken aback.
"Why not learn from the existing examples?" Test Subject 335 smiled mysteriously, "The Order of the Silver Hand of Lordaeron aren't exactly powerful."
"Instead, they should pledge allegiance to the Army of the Light." Osaid suddenly realized, "I understand, but Kobolds are short and can't ride horses, so what should they ride?"
Test Subject 335 licked the grease off his fingers, smiled, and shook his head, saying:
"Your thinking is too limited. Do you think that because Kobolds are short, they must ride mounts that are proportionate to their size? Why not have multiple Kobolds riding one mount?"
"You mean, the Mushan Beast?"
Osaid understood immediately; it seemed that Mushan Beast in the deal with Christina.
The Mushan Beast, originating from Pandaria, is one of the few mounts that can be tamed.
There was a Mushan Beast called the Galleon, on whose back sat the Saurok Salis and his army.
"With the Knights of Faith in hand, you must unify the Barrens and the Kobolds of Mulgore as soon as possible," Test Subject 335 said solemnly.
Osaid hesitated, "Big Candle Gagg told me that this would arouse suspicion from the Chen Stormstout."
Test Subject 335 a mysterious smile, "Why not do it more discreetly, so no one will know?"
The battle at the Southfury River was fierce, but neither side could gain the upper hand, which greatly worried Chen Stormstout.
"Damn the Holy Light Great Emperor! I thought he was someone important, but he's such a useless piece of trash!" Chen Stormstout, fuming at the Big Candle Gagg, shouted, "Tell the Holy Light Great Emperor that if he can't take the Southfury River, he'll have to come back to me with his head!"
The Big Candle Gagg had no words to express his predicament. "Warchief, even the Holy Light Great Emperor is powerless. The Lightforging Kobolds reproduce too quickly, and their growth cycle is extremely short. The losses on both sides are barely in line with the birth rate. The Holy Light Great Emperor has a small request."
"You can't even take down the Southfury River, yet you dare to make demands?"
Chen Stormstout, gradually softened his attitude.
"Speak, what does the Holy Light Great Emperor desire?"
Gagg cautiously replied, "The Emperor said that if we can arm the Kobolds, we can quickly flatten the Barrens."
Chen Stormstout knew that if the Kobolds were armed, Orgrimmar would face a threat.
Khadgar, standing nearby, repeatedly gave him meaningful glances, signaling him to refuse.
Chen Stormstout pondered for a while, then felt that everything was under control and there was nothing to worry about.
"My equipment isn't provided for free; you'll have to trade something for it."
Gagg chuckled and said, "Warchief, you must be joking. The Kobolds of Durotar are all your slaves. If a master wants anything from his slaves, he only needs to give the order."
Chen Stormstout, felt lightheaded and gradually lost his guard.
Osaid sent a large quantity of precious ores to Orgrimmar, Chen Stormstout provided a large number of rudimentary weapons.
The Kobolds of Durotar were armed and their fighting strength increased exponentially, and they quickly won the Battle of Southfury River.
The Kobold Durotar were riding high, and they wiped out several kobold Kobold in Horde the Barrens.
But soon, bad news reached Orgrimmar.