In the snow-capped Winter Spring Valley, there is Yongwang Town, a trading city operated by Hot Sand Group.
Winterspring Valley is rich in minerals, and the popular Yeti furs make the goblins in Everlook extremely wealthy.
However, everything changed with the arrival of the orcs.
Durotan settled in Winterspring Valley not because the weather here is somewhat similar to Frostfire Ridge. If given the choice, few people like the bitter cold land of ice and snow.
What he values is the rich history of Winterspring Valley.
Surrounded by dozens of orcs, Durotan came to Kesril Lake and stepped onto the frozen lake with heavy leather boots.
Durotan held a golden ball in his hand and walked through the mist with a solemn expression, sensing something as he walked.
Legend has it that this is the ruins of the upper elf, and every night, the souls of the elf can occasionally be seen wandering around.
However, the real history is that this place was originally the capital of the Kobold Empire, and Kesril was the name of the Kobold Empire, taken from the name of its founding emperor.
Thousands of years ago, Winterspring Valley was warm as spring and had a pleasant climate, and the kobolds established a glorious civilization.
In the battle with the night elves, the kobolds once had the upper hand and almost took off the heads of Malfurion and Tyrande.
Unfortunately, the kobolds were defeated in the end, and an angry Tyrande sent his troops into Winterspring, destroying the kobold empire.
Legend has it that the battle was so dark that the elves were so murderous that millions of kobolds lay dead, causing strange phenomena in the sky and the earth, and a blizzard falling from the sky.
Since then, the pleasant Winter Spring Valley has been covered in ice and snow.
Even so, Tyrande still refused to give up, erasing the history of the kobolds and not allowing people to remember her shame.
Durotan accidentally learned about this history because of the archaeological results obtained by Doras, the richest orc, and Thrall wrote it in his diary.
In the center of Kesril Lake, Durotan stopped and stood with his hands behind his back.
The attendants gathered in a circle, all silent, doing what they should do.
Durotan's narrowed eyes suddenly opened and he said sternly: "Come out, you have been following me for too long."
"Hehehe!"
A harsh sound came, like two pieces of porcelain rubbing against each other, and a tall snowman appeared in the mist, twice as tall as an orc, looking down at Durotan.
He is the snowman king of the Ice Thistle clan. Snowmen have thick fur and are suitable for living in cold weather.
"Orcs, you have brought disaster to Ice Spring Valley." The Snowman King roared hysterically: "The snowman tribes in Winter Spring Valley are killing each other just to control the number of tribesmen, but you directly destroyed a snowman tribe and ripped off their
The fur is made into fur clothing, and today I want to seek justice for the dead."
The corners of Durotan's lips curled up slightly: "Idiot, what do you know? It's their luck that I killed the snowmen. You should be happy."
"Ridiculous, you shameless butcher."
The Snowman King was furious, and countless snowmen appeared in the mist, surrounding Durotan and his party.
"After killing you, I will intimidate the goblins in Winterspring Valley, force them to hand over your people, and eradicate all the orcs."
Durotan's eyes turned cold, and the golden ball in his hand burst into dazzling light. He opened his arms and said:
"I bring killing and death to Azeroth. This is also your salvation and your hope."
The golden ball shot out dozens of golden rays of light and submerged into the frozen lake. Then, the sound of cracking ice was heard underfoot.
In order to escape from Draenor, Prince Mal'gok did not hesitate to give the ogres to the Burning Legion as slaves.
Durotan took a different approach. Except for the five hundred people selected, all the members of the two major clans of Frost Wolf and Thunder God died in the duel.
Durotan used holy light to condense their souls and refine them into immortal holy souls.
This method was inspired by the souls of the ancestors. The Holy Light came to Draenor, and the souls of the ancestors were nourished by the Holy Light and became stronger than before.
The souls of the ancestors that were originally weak, lingering and hiding in dark corners can finally see the light of day again.
More than a million orcs died in the history of Frostfire Ridge. Before the souls of the ancestors could praise the Holy Light, Durotan condensed them into a golden ball and brought them to Azeroth.
The Snowman King's face darkened. In his long memory, Lake Keslier had never melted.
Rumble.
The ice surface suddenly cracked, and a deep gully appeared.
The Snowman King was unsteady on his feet, fell on the ice, and got up in a panic.
In the cracks under the ice, dozens of mutilated figures came to life and staggered out of the ice.
These weird creatures are seven or eight meters tall, and most of them are in dilapidated condition. Traces of bows and arrows and sharp blades can be clearly seen, and many of them still have arrows hanging on their bodies.
They are covered in thick carapace, have sharp claws more than one meter long, and have horns on their heads.
"What kind of monster are these? Why do their horns look like our snowmen?" The snowman king was stunned for a moment.
Durotan sneered: "Ignorant fools, they are war machines raised by the kobold empire, and they are the ancestors of your snowmen. Tremble in front of your ancestors."
The holy soul brought these ancestral snowmen to life and pounced on their descendants.
The Snowman King was shocked and retreated hastily. After the battle, hundreds of snowman corpses were left on the lake.
Durotan did not pursue him and ordered the ancestral snowman to quiet down. There were more secrets buried under Lake Kesril, waiting to be discovered.
The once extremely glorious Kesril Empire was home to countless ancient snowmen, mammoth warriors, war golems, etc. It is said that the kobolds once enslaved the earth giants. They were close relatives of the storm giants and had thousands of connections with the titans.
Thousands of connections.
Durotan's heart suddenly moved, a holy soul flew out of the golden ball, and a kobold slowly crawled out from under the ice.
Ancient kobolds were completely different from today's kobolds. They were as strong as orcs, and only had a pair of cunning little eyes that were very similar to existing kobolds.
Durotan noticed that this ancient kobold had silver fur.
"The Kesril Empire, the silver-furred kobold nobles, turns out to really exist." Durotan murmured.
According to the archaeological records of Doras, the richest orc, there are five classes of kobolds in the Kesriel Empire: the royal family with golden fur, the nobles with silver fur, and the common people with black fur.
Then there are the gray-furred slaves, who are about the same size as existing kobolds.
The last kind has colorful fur of seven colors, also known as colorful kobolds, the priest among kobolds.
The remaining kobolds are descendants of gray-furred slaves.
Seeing that the legend was true, Durotan was very high-spirited. Winterspring Valley was a treasure house, and with millions of orc holy souls in his hand, it was entirely possible for the kobold empire to be reborn.
"Even if the Lich King Arthas returns, it will only be like this." Durotan said with confidence.
Tanaris, Gadgetzan.
Khadgar unexpectedly received a letter from the Yeti King and was stunned.
Dalaran subjects are all-encompassing. Some scholars have studied the history of the Kesriel Empire and believe that it is just a legend and cannot be trusted.
Who would have thought that the weak kobolds once created a glorious civilization.
"I didn't expect Durotan to be the dangerous guy."
Compared with Durotan, who holds the Holy Soul, Head of State Margok is just a harmless child.
Khadgar tightened his gaze. He must end the war in Gadgetzan as soon as possible and return his army to Orgrimmar to make plans.
"I wonder what Chen Stormstout will do when he finds out."