A king emerged from the Mulgore Kobolds, calling himself the Diamond Emperor. He rose to power and unified the Mulgore Kobolds.
The Diamond Emperor led his army into the Barrens and, together with the Holy Light Great Emperor, divided the remaining Kobold Horde.
Thus, the Kobolds found themselves in a stalemate between two powerful forces.
The two sides clashed many times in the Barrens, with each side winning and losing, but neither could eliminate the other.
Upon receiving the news, Big Candle Gagg rushed to Orgrimmar.
"Damn it, who is the Diamond Emperor?" After being hit by a series of blows, Chen Stormstout was beyond furious.
Khadgar reported in a low voice, "Based on the current intelligence analysis, this Diamond Emperor is extremely powerful. All the assassins we sent have failed to return. Some say he's not Kobold."
"Diamond Emperor, diamond?" Chen Stormstout suddenly understood. "Isn't it obvious? Magni Bronzebeard, turned into diamond, wants revenge for Thrall."
Khadgar patiently advised, "Warchief, we have no evidence; it's all speculation."
"Evidence? The evidence is already slapped in my face! The Alliance has gone too far! I'm going to wage war against the Alliance!" Chen Stormstout, roared.
"Warchief, you must reconsider. Orgrimmar is currently troubled by the Kobolds, and the Lightforging Orcs breeding base is not yet fully rebuilt. It is not wise to antagonize the Alliance."
Chen Stormstout, dared not truly wage war against the Alliance.
"Khadgar, what should I do?" Chen Stormstout, his face full of worry and confusion.
Even Thrall couldn't solve this problem.
Khadgar looked up at the ceiling and pondered for a long time:
"There's only one way left: use the Plague."
"Plague, Undead magic, but where are we going to find an Undead Mage?" Chen Stormstout asked anxiously.
Khadgar's shoulders trembled slightly, as if he were under great pressure.
"Warchief, Kel'Thuzad wasn't the only one in Dalaran who secretly studied Undead magic."
Chen Stormstout was stunned, and after a long while, he asked in a low voice:
You know Undead magic?
Khadgar nodded almost imperceptibly. "My Undead magic skills are not as good as Kel'Thuzad's or Sylvanas's, but they're enough to deal with Kobolds."
Chen Stormstout was overjoyed, but immediately complained, "You know such magic, why didn't you say so sooner?"
Khadgar cautiously stated, "Undead magic is extremely destructive to Azeroth and should never be used unless absolutely necessary."
Chen Stormstout, didn't pursue the matter further and asked, "How long do you need to prepare?"
Khadgar said, "If there are enough apothecaries, seven days is enough to concoct Plague specifically for the Lightforging Kobolds."
The Kobolds' most critical moment has finally arrived; Khadgar is about to use the Plague.
The Big Candle Gagg wanted to take the message away, but was stopped by the guards.
Until Plague is developed, leaving Orgrimmar is prohibited.
The Big Candle Gagg, did not return for a long time, so Osaid went to see Test Subject 335.
"The worst has happened," Test Subject 335 analyzed confidently. "Chen Stormstout is going to use the Plague."
Osaid stared in disbelief, clenching his fists, and said in a low voice:
"Before the Horde uses the Plague, I immediately launch an attack on Orgrimmar."
Test Subject 335 shook his head. "The Kobolds ' training is not yet complete. Making a rash move will only expose our strength, and then everything will be over."
"The Plague is spreading, and the Kobolds will perish as well. We might as well fight back." Osaid gritted his teeth.
Test Subject 335 had frost on his face:
"The Plague is not Invincible. As long as we take precautions and implement isolation measures, we can stop Plague spread. Osaid, you told me about Gagg, and he said you are different from Thrall."
Osaid paused for a moment, then recalled, "Gagg said Thrall could watch millions of Orcs die without batting an eye, but I can't."
"That's right, this is an essential condition for becoming a king, Osaid, you must face this test."
Osaid took a step back. "I don't understand."
Test Subject 335 forced a smile, "You should understand that there are countless caves underground in Durotar. As long as the entrances are sealed, the Plague won't spread underground."
"Then what about the Kobolds on the ground?" Osaid asked in a hoarse voice. "Abandon them? That's millions of lives!"
Test Subject 335 patiently advised:
"Success or failure hinges on this. The Lightforging Kobolds reproduce extremely quickly; it only takes a month to reach tens of millions. You should know very well what a qualified ruler should do."
Osaid closed his eyes, took deep breaths, and asked himself:
Is this the price of being a king?
Test Subject 335 said resolutely, "To become a king, one must discard a merciful heart."
"Inhuman?" Osaid asked in a low voice.
Test Subject 335 laughed, "What need is there for humanity to become a king?"
Seven days later, three airships took off from Orgrimmar.
Chen Stormstout, Khadgar, and Big Candle Gagg boarded one of the airships and flew towards Razor Hill.
Today is the day the Kobolds worship, and the stone church is packed with Kobolds inside and out. A Kobold Priest is loudly praising the Holy Light.
"The great Savior Chen Elune Thrall Stormstout said that only the Holy Light can save Azeroth, and the Holy Light protects the Kobolds from all calamities."
The airship hovered above the church, and the Kobold looked up curiously.
Khadgar sat on the deck, unable to bear looking down, and whispered:
"In the early days, Dalaran used Kobolds to experiment with Undead magic. The Plague I developed only targets Lightforging Kobolds and will dissipate in three days. I hope it won't have any environmental impact."
"Will they become the Forsaken?" Chen Stormstout asked.
Khadgar nodded. "There are many kinds of Plagues, Undead magic Plagues are the easiest to control, after all, it's magic."
"Alright, let's begin." Chen Stormstout waved his hand.
Large barrels were thrown from the airship, shattering on the ground, and green Plague gas spread, quickly engulfing the stone church.
The Kobold began coughing violently, and soon collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted.
Before long, the flesh tore open, revealing white bones, and claws and teeth grew rapidly, turning it into an ugly Ghoul.
The Kobolds transformed into Ghouls are small in size but far more ferocious, with a deep craving for flesh and blood.
A massive horde of Ghouls surged toward southern Durotar. There were simply too many Kobolds; the ground was covered in them, making it impossible to escape.
After being bitten by Ghouls and infected with the Plague, new Ghouls are born.
In less than half a day, Durotar was teeming with Ghouls, and not a single Kobold could be seen.
The Ghouls smelled the underground and dug furiously. Even the Kobolds hiding in the underground caves couldn't escape their fate.
Deep beneath Durotar, separated by thick stone slabs, Osaid coldly observed the tragedy unfolding on the surface through Magic Crystal.
As the Plague spread, millions of Kobolds were turned into Ghouls.
Behind Osaid, tens of thousands of carefully selected elite Kobolds are training day and night.
Test Subject 335 said with a heavy heart, "These are incomplete Ghouls; their lifespans are short, and soon it will be time for us to fight back."
"I will avenge them." Osaid raised his head, a bitter smile playing on his lips.
"This is interesting; it's not as uncomfortable as I imagined."
Test Subject 335 said solemnly, "Congratulations. After this ordeal, you are now a qualified king."