Having served as Horde of the Warchief for many years, Thrall knew one thing well: negotiations were just a fancy formality, and the final outcome depended on hard power.
Of these five major Mogul, on the surface, Orgrimmar and Thunder Bluff should be the strongest.
Orgrimmar has an endless Lightforging Orcs, and the mutated Tauren are exceptionally powerful individually.
However, the five Mogul share a common weakness.
Lacking high-end combat capabilities.
Take Rend Blackhand, for example. Although he rules Orgrimmar, a powerful Archmage like Medivh could easily kill him and leave.
The fighting force under Imperator Mar'gok is probably the strongest, but it still cannot compare to Medivh's.
Therefore, Thrall proposed that Magni Bronzebeard appointed Warchief, Rend Blackhand, having played a role in his appointment, would reap the greatest benefits from it.
Magni Bronzebeard was, after all, a Dwarf, and it was difficult for him to integrate into the group. The title was nominal, but the one who actually held the real power was Rend Blackhand.
These words caused an uproar among the crowd.
Durotan was the first to object, and he gave a very good reason for it:
"Doesn't the Horde have any other capable leaders? Why appoint a Dwarf as Warchief? It makes them a laughingstock."
Both of Imperator Mar'gok's heads simultaneously showed expressions of disbelief:
"I don't understand, how could Magni Bronzebeard not be the Warchief of the Horde?"
Taran Zhu stated bluntly, "Although Magni Bronzebeard to be the Azeroth’s Spokesman, he is not qualified to serve as the Warchief the Horde."
Who says I'm not qualified?
Three figures appeared at the doorway. Magni Bronzebeard strode into the hall, followed by the MOTHER and Zakul the Faceless Ones.
Rend immediately went to greet him, bowing and scraping, saying, "Warchief, you've arrived."
The powerful Titan Keepers, the Faceless Ones from the Void —everyone wisely shut their mouths immediately.
Magni glanced at Taran Zhu indifferently.
Taran Zhu clutched her head tightly, letting out a terrible scream, and pleaded repeatedly:
"Ouch, I was wrong, please forgive me."
The attack came from Zakul the Faceless Ones, a powerful Void Creature with extraordinary abilities.
Magni then looked at Mar'gok:
"Excuse me, why am I not the Warchief of the Horde? Please give me a reason."
Mar'gok's expression changed, and he shook both heads simultaneously, saying ingratiatingly:
"King Bronzebeard, oh no, Warchief Bronzebeard, look at my damned mouth! I mean, you should have been Warchief Horde ago; it's unfair that you're only being appointed now."
Before Magni could even look at Durotan, Durotan immediately changed his mind:
"Our Horde is a bunch of useless trash, and we need the leadership of Warchief Bronzebeard. I have great admiration for you."
Needless to say, Rend and Rom had already expressed their support.
Magni Bronzebeard smiled slightly, "Since no one objects, I will reluctantly accept the position of Warchief."
Rend quickly made way for him, and Magni, with his protruding belly, sat down and looked around at everyone.
"I hereby declare the New Horde established, and I, Magni Bronzebeard, the Azeroth’s Spokesman, shall serve as Horde Warchief."
The five Mogul hurriedly knelt on the ground and said in unison:
"We are willing to pledge our allegiance to the Warchief, for the Horde, for Azeroth."
Rend was satisfied and laughed, "Warchief, please come with me back to Orgrimmar to hold the Warchief's coronation ceremony and gain the support of the entire world."
Slap! Slap!
The sound of clapping came, and everyone turned around to see a gray-haired Kobold standing at the door.
Rend was taken aback; he had seen the portrait before.
"The Holy Light Great Emperor!"
The leader of the Kobolds, the Holy Light Great Emperor Osaid, appeared at the door, looking at the five Mogul with Mercy.
"Look at you all, supporting a Dwarf as Warchief, what useless trash! If I were you, I would have been so ashamed that I would have taken my own life long ago."
Magni Bronzebeard chuckled, "Kobold, we were just discussing how to eliminate you, but you've delivered yourself right to our doorstep. Perfect, we'll kill you as a sacrifice to our flag."
Osaid calmly raised his head:
"The Titan Keepers, the Faceless Ones of the Void, I am no match for any of them. Do you think I would have come if I hadn't been prepared?"
Osaid took out a crystal ball, which emitted a beam of light, revealing a clear image.
Although it was only for a moment, everyone was stunned.
The dark underground cave was filled with explosives.
Osaid pointed to the ground. "You've chosen the wrong location. We've already hollowed out the underground of Ratchet and buried a considerable amount of explosives."
Raising an eyebrow, and meeting the horrified gazes of the crowd, Osaid chuckled, "My Goblin engineer guarantees its power is enough to annihilate the Titan Keepers and Void Faceless Ones. To be honest, I don't believe it. Why don't you give it a try?"
"Damn it!" Rend Blackhand cursed under his breath. He had planned everything perfectly, but he never expected such an unexpected turn of events.
Magni Bronzebeard stroked his chin, intently watching the Kobold at the door:
"If Ratchet falls, you will die too."
Osaid shook his head. "I'm an assassin; I have ways to survive explosions. Larger creatures, on the other hand, have no way to escape."
Everyone fell silent, all looking at Magni Bronzebeard.
Now that he has assumed the Warchief, he should offer some advice to everyone.
Magni Bronzebeard silent, never dreaming that his life would be in danger so soon after becoming Warchief.
"What do you want, Kobold?" Magni had communicated with the MOTHER in secret, and Osaid was not lying.
Osaid smiled slightly, "If a Dwarf can be the Warchief, then I should be fine too."
"You want to be the Warchief?" Rend Blackhand shook his head repeatedly. "Absolutely not."
"Actually, there's another way," Osaid sneered. "I'll blow you and Ratchet to smithereens, and the Warchief will still be mine."
Magni was so angry his face turned pale, and after a long while he finally said:
"Fine, you want to be the Warchief? I'll give it to you. I'm the Azeroth’s Spokesman, I don't care about being the Warchief."
After saying this, Magni and the other two left, Osaid made way for them.
Rend's mind raced, and he thought to himself that he might as well agree for now and then change his mind once the crisis was over.
The five Mogul all shared the same idea, so none of them objected.
Osaid was prepared; he whistled, and five Kobolds entered, each carrying a bowl of wine.
Osaid said coldly, "Durotan, you're in Winterspring, you should have heard of the Kaisriel Empire."
Durotan forced out a voice through clenched teeth. "I've heard of it."
Osaid continued, "The Kaisriel Empire is an ancient Kobold Empire that possesses a mysterious alchemy, not for saving lives, but for killing poisons, completely different from modern alchemy."
He then pointed to the five bowls of wine. "You are very honored to have the opportunity to taste the highest level of martial arts of the Kaisriel Empire. If you do not take my specially made Antidote for a month, you will suffer a fate worse than death, and your souls will be Corruption. Come, drink this cup of wine."
Rend, pale-faced and trembling, took the bowl of wine. The aroma of the wine was enticing, and in the clear liquid, a transparent worm swam slowly.
"I'll count to five, then drink it: five, four, three."
Osaid gave them no time to think; in order to survive, the five Mogul hurriedly drank it all down.
Seeing that everyone had drunk their wine, Osaid smiled with satisfaction:
"Under my leadership, New Horde will surely rise."
Robbie and Kel'Thuzad quietly watched the birth of the New Horde Warchief.
Kel'Thuzad exclaimed in surprise, "Could it really be Kobold as Warchief?"
Robbie shook his head. "It's not over yet."