After a hangover, Chen Stormstout, still feeling parched and as if his throat was on fire, repeatedly ordered:
"Water, water."
When he opened his eyes, he found himself surrounded by Kobolds, holding shotguns pointed at his head.
"Haha, I must be dreaming."
Chen Stormstout closed his eyes, then opened them again, and still saw a large group of Kobolds.
Among the Kobolds was a conspicuous figure: Meera Highmountain, the chieftain of the Highmountain Tauren, knelt before a Kobold dressed in black, uttering flattering words.
Give him water.
The black-clad, Kobold coldly issued commands.
Mela Gaoling curled her lip, looked at Chen Stormstout with disdain, went out the door, and came back in a short while later with a bowl of water.
Chen Stormstout was still in a daze, feeling dizzy, and hadn't figured out what had happened.
"I'll drink you to death, you pig!" Mela Gaoling threw the bowl in front of Chen Stormstout.
A bowl of murky sewage, taken from the nearest stinking ditch.
"How dare you! I am the great Savior!" Chen Stormstout roared in fury, his brows furrowed and eyes wide. "Do you want to destroy Azeroth?"
"You're not anymore." Mela Highmountain raised her hoof and stepped on Chen Stormstout's head.
"Disgusting wild boar, I've had enough of you."
Chen Stormstout that his lungs felt like they were going to explode, and he roared:
"Guards! Where are the guards? This is rebellion! This is utter rebellion!"
Mela Gaoling grabbed Chen Stormstout by the neck and lifted him up:
"Are you still drunk? You pathetic creature! Your plot to destroy Azeroth is unforgivable! Everyone in Azeroth wants to tear you apart! The Savior has exposed your scheme! Boar of Pandaria, you're finished!"
Chen Stormstout, realized what had happened and was shocked, breaking out in a cold sweat.
The black-clad Kobold stood up. Although the Kobold was small in stature, it possessed an imposing and awe-inspiring presence.
"I am the Holy Light Great Emperor, Orgrimmar is now in my hands, Chen Stormstout, do you know your crime?"
As soon as Mela Gaoling let go, Chen Stormstout collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud, slapping himself hard across the face.
"I was wrong. I shouldn't have offended the great Holy Light Great Emperor. I was wrong. You are the Savior."
Osaid shook his head. "I have no interest in the position of Savior, and I have never thought of being Savior, but wrongdoing must be punished. Your Plague killed millions of Kobolds."
Chen Stormstout, trembling with fear, cried out, "My lord, this was all Khadgar's doing! I was completely deceived by him and knew nothing about it. Khadgar has misled me!"
Osaid said calmly, "Do you think I'd believe that? We Kobolds have a unique martial art called 'an eye for an eye.' You've turned millions of Kobolds into Undead; now it's your turn to taste that bitterness."
A Kobold brought over a bowl of green liquid that smelled foul.
"If you don't want to suffer, you'd better drink it."
Chen Stormstout. It contained the Plague Khadgar had developed to target the Kobolds.
This Plague can infect Kobolds through the air, but other creatures are unaffected if they inhale the Plague gas.
However, if you drink it directly, the consequences are unpredictable.
Chen Stormstout's fat face twitched as he hesitated, wondering whether he should drink it.
Eager to impress, Mela Gaoling grabbed Chen Stormstout's chin, forcibly pried open his mouth, and gulped it all down.
Chen Stormstout, felt as if his stomach contained a block of ice, yet his body was burning up. He was dizzy and disoriented, and after a moment of vertigo, he collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.
Osaid examined him carefully and ordered, "Take him to the Corruption Lands Razor Hill."
Mela Gaoling leaned closer and whispered, "Warchief, why not kill him to prevent future trouble?"
Osaid looked displeased. "Woman, are you trying to teach me how to do things?"
Mela Gaoling quickly lowered her head, her eyes meek and submissive. "I wouldn't dare."
The decision not to kill Chen Stormstout was agreed upon by Osaid and Test Subject 335.
In addition, Osaid intends to abandon Orgrimmar.
Orgrimmar is in the eye of the storm, Horde the position of Warchief uncertain, a result of the competition between the Army of the Light and the Burning Legion, and full of variables.
Without the support of these two major forces, Osaid could not have secured his position.
After sending away Chen Stormstout, the Kobolds brought in Thrall and Gagg the Big Candle Gagg.
Gagg was overjoyed and loudly praised, "Congratulations, Holy Light Great Emperor! Under your leadership, the Kobolds have risen to power! From this day forward, you are the Warchief of the Horde!"
Osaid shook his head. "I have no interest in the position of Horde chieftain. If you want it, it's yours."
"How could I do that? You must be joking." Gagg felt this was a test from Osaid and repeatedly declined.
Osaid stood up and ordered, "The Kobolds will withdraw from Orgrimmar tomorrow. The prisoners are yours to do with as you see fit."
Thrall knelt to the side, his face pleading, but Osaid didn't even glance at him.
The Kobolds spent the entire day looting Orgrimmar's Wealth, and the magnificent Heavenly Palace was severely damaged.
Osaid's target is Azshara.
Analysis of Test Subject 335 indicates that Azshara has an elegant environment, abundant resources, and is close to the sea with convenient transportation.
Rustwater Port in Azshara, a natural and excellent port on par with Booty Bay, is Azeroth's largest gold mine and also a production base for Goblin firearms.
As long as they control Rustwater Port, the Kobolds will have a continuous supply of guns, ammunition, artillery, and grenades.
The next day, Osaid led the Kobolds to Azshara. Gagg looked at the thousands of prisoners left behind and still couldn't believe it was real.
"From this day forward, I am the master of Orgrimmar, the Warchief of the Horde, and the Savior of Azeroth."
The Big Candle Gagg, was overjoyed. He, who was usually rational, was momentarily blinded by elation.
"Greetings, Great Savior, Warchief Gagg of the Horde."
Thrall was the first to kneel down.
Upon seeing this, the prisoners all knelt down to pledge their loyalty.
Gagg suddenly felt lightheaded, as if in a dream, and pinched his thigh hard; it hurt.
"Haha, no need for formalities, rise. I hereby declare the New Horde established, and I shall assume the Warchief."
A mocking voice rang out, full of ridicule:
"A mere Kobold dreams of becoming the Warchief of the Horde? Stop your delusional fantasies."
Gagg raised his head angrily and saw Magni Bronzebeard, with his diamond body floating in the air, embracing Domiss, the most beautiful woman in Azeroth.
"I am the Azeroth’s Spokesman, the Big Candle Gagg. If you give up now, I'll consider what I just said a joke; otherwise, you know the consequences."
Gagg was drenched in sweat, but he finally regained his senses.
The position of Horde Warchief is not one that just anyone can hold.
Gagg hurriedly knelt down. "I was wrong, I am willing to relinquish the position of Warchief."
Magni Bronzebeard, his nose red, solemnly announced:
"As a representative of Azeroth, I convey the orders of the Army of the Light to welcome the new Horde the Warchief."
"He was an Orcs were imprisoned in Internment Camps, he successfully rescued them, united Tauren Orcs, Darkspear Trolls, Forsaken, established the great Horde, and defeated the Burning Legion alongside the Alliance at Mount Hyjal."
Upon hearing this, Thrall thought to himself, "Isn't this just me?" He straightened his clothes and prepared to resume his role as Warchief.
"Let us warmly welcome the Horde's new Warchief."
Magni Bronzebeard paused deliberately before uttering his name:
"The Great Eitrigg."