The landscape has changed color, and the land is barren.
Robbie and Kel'Thuzad arrived in Durotar, where, after the Plague unleashed by Khadgar, the land was filled with Ghouls transformed from Kobolds.
Just as Khadgar had predicted, these incomplete Undead died three days later.
Unexpectedly, the corpses piled up on the ground, rotting rapidly under the influence of the Plague, seeping into the soil, and turning into gray Undead that corroded the ground.
Kel'Thuzad picked up a small handful of corroded soil, shook his head, and said:
"Khadgar's Undead magic is terrible; the land is so Corruption that no plants will grow for decades."
Durotar, the Barrens, Mulgore has become such a land; Robbie couldn't bear it.
"The Eastern and Western Plaguelands have recovered, but I never imagined this place would become a barren wasteland."
Kel'Thuzad scratched his head. "This change is irreversible; it can only be altered over time."
Robbie thought for a moment and said, "Let's solve the problem of the Undead using the methods of the Undead."
"Undead?" Kel'Thuzad hesitated for a moment. "The Age of Holy Light, the rise of a new Scourge, is fine. It's a lesson for the Horde."
The three lands were completely destroyed and almost turned into deserts, while Orgrimmar was immersed in jubilation.
Chen Stormstout has never cared about the Corruption of the land.
Since the Orcs landed on Kalimdor, Durotar has become a barren wasteland.
As its name suggests, this the Barrens is arid and receives little rainfall, with sparse vegetation.
It's a pity about Mulgore, the homeland of the Tauren, once a lush grassland, now only filled with the aura of death.
But compared to solving the huge problem of the Kobolds, these costs were worthwhile.
In Orgrimmar, the people took to the streets, singing and dancing to praise the great Savior.
Chen Thrall Stormstout, once again became a great hero and valiant warrior who saved Azeroth.
A grand banquet was held in the magnificent Heavenly Palace of Orgrimmar.
Thrall, Big Candle Gagg, Aserok, and other meritorious generals were all honored guests. The grand banquet consumed a total of five thousand Tauren.
Aserok was already a favorite of the Warchief, a great general, and as he ate beef, he loudly praised the great Savior.
The Big Candle Gagg lamented to himself, "Mulgore has become a dead zone; it will be difficult to get beef again."
Khadgar, filled with remorse, hid in a corner, silent and abstaining from alcohol.
This is a great victory for the Horde. All the races of Azeroth have sent gifts to thank the Savior for saving Azeroth once again.
Mela Highmountain sent five hundred Highmountain Tauren to entertain the Savior.
In gratitude for the Savior's grace, the Zandalari Trolls presented a precious Loa skull.
Five hundred fine hides, a gift from the Furbolg of Felwood.
Tyrande sent over a piece of Osmanthus Cake that she had made herself.
The most extravagant project was undertaken by the Goblins of Booty Bay, who planned to build a 300-meter-tall statue of the Savior in Orgrimmar.
Looking at the gifts sent by various ethnic groups, Chen Stormstout was overjoyed and couldn't stop smiling.
Everyone kept urging him to drink, and Chen Stormstout, became quite smug, constantly making witty remarks that caused bursts of laughter.
This grand banquet lasted for three days and three nights. People ate and drank, vomited, and then ate again, indulging in unrestrained pleasure.
The Southfury River was filled with vomit, and the stench was unbearable.
Khadgar didn't bother arguing with these people and went off to handle official business early on.
An unexpected piece of information caught Khadgar's attention.
Not long ago, the Gnome tribe cleared out their inventory, selling a total of five thousand high-explosive shotguns and countless amounts of ammunition.
Rustwater Port also sold a considerable amount of weaponry, and as with the Gnome trade, the buyers' information was unknown.
Khadgar crossed his fingers and fell into thought.
There had been similar intelligence reports before, but they were all small-scale trades, and Khadgar hadn't paid them any attention.
However, these two transactions involved enormous sums, enough to arm an army.
Apart from the Kobold uprising, the Alliance and Horde in Azeroth were at peace. Who purchased such a huge amount of weaponry?
Several answers popped into Khadgar's mind, but he ruled them all out.
Khadgar hadn't had a proper rest for days while researching the Undead Plague, and a wave of fatigue washed over him, causing him to fall into a deep sleep.
In his dream, he saw the intricate underground passages beneath Durotar.
A large group of well-trained Lightforging Kobolds surged out of the ground, wielding explosive shotguns, their eyes filled with hatred as they stared at Orgrimmar.
"Something terrible has happened."
Khadgar awoke with a start and rushed to see Chen Stormstout.
After three days and three nights of revelry, everyone fell into a deep sleep.
Of course, only the Warchief's favorites were entitled to indulge in unrestrained revelry.
After ordinary people praise the Savior, they still have to endure hardship, and the soldiers must also stay at their posts.
Khadgar entered the luxurious Heavenly Palace and went straight to the chambers of Chen Stormstout, where he saw Meera Highmountain emerge from within.
Khadgar had never been friendly to this Highmountain Tauren, so he simply nodded as a greeting.
Unexpectedly, Mela Gaoling blocked their way:
"The Warchief has given the order: no one is to be seen."
Khadgar, growing impatient, said, "I have important matters to discuss with the Warchief. Get out of my way."
Meera Highmountain gave a cold laugh, "The Warchief is extremely exhausted from saving Azeroth and needs rest. What could be more important than the Warchief's rest?"
"Get out of the way."
Khadgar had no intention of getting entangled with her; with a flick of his finger, he turned Meera Highmountain into a little lamb.
At the doorway stood a heavily made-up Orcs woman, dressed in a bright red bodice and draped in a light veil, leaning against the doorframe and coldly scrutinizing Khadgar.
This woman's name is Domiss, the beauty queen of Azeroth, a stunning beauty who drives countless people crazy, the favorite of Chen Stormstout, and a woman of high status.
"What, Lord Khadgar, do you intend to destroy Azeroth?" Domiss sarcastically, her exquisite fangs gleaming coldly.
"I wouldn't dare!"
Khadgar immediately lowered his head and held his breath.
This woman is the most likely to become the Savior's wife, Khadgar dares not offend her.
Domiss snorted coldly through her nose:
"Hurry up and get down; the Savior needs to rest."
Khadgar quickly took his leave, and casually dispelled Meera Highmountain's Shapeshifting.
Mela Highmountain was furious and complained to the Orcs woman:
"This Khadgar is going too far. Doesn't he know that his happy life today is only possible because the Savior saved Azeroth?"
Domiss smiled sweetly, "Sister, don't worry. Once the Savior sobers up, I'll say that Khadgar flirted with me, and that eyesore will be kicked out."
Mela Gaoling beamed, "Sister, everything depends on you."
Throughout the journey, Khadgar couldn't help but sigh.
Nowadays, Chen Stormstout's temperament has become increasingly unpredictable, and his tyranny and domineering nature have increased along with his weight.
"Is it another Thrall?"
Khadgar frowned deeply.
A guard came to report that a riot had broken out at the city gate.
Khadgar rushed over to investigate and found that the Goblins from Booty Bay had brought the Savior statue, causing the trouble.
The Savior statue was built in Booty Bay, dismantled, and transported to Orgrimmar.
What was delivered this time was the head of the Savior, but unfortunately it was too big and blocked the city gate, preventing it from passing through.
Khadgar suddenly realized something was wrong:
When did Goblins become so generous?