Big Candle Jiage was sitting cross-legged on the futon, writing something with a pen. Sitting opposite him was the Holy Light Emperor, the super killer of ancient times, Ossaid, who was facing danger.
"What is a saint?" Jage asked without raising his head.
Osaid replied: "The sage confuses all living beings, the sage will not die, and the people will not be wise."
Jiage put down his pen, raised his head and said:
"You are talking as if I have caused trouble to the people. Without the faith in the Holy Light that I established, would you have been able to successfully unify the kobolds in Durotar?"
Although Ossaid was reluctant, he still nodded and acknowledged Jiage's contribution.
Jiage smiled slightly and said with high spirits:
"At a specific time period, a specific method must be used. The light-forged kobolds have just risen. They must be controlled with ideological shackles in order to stabilize their rule. After that, everyone will be smart and understand the truth. It is not too late to abolish the words of the saint. Light-forged
Kobolds need time to develop."
O'Said's lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.
Jiage understood immediately: "Are you in trouble?"
Ossaid said coldly: "The saint said not to be shaken by external objects. The way of a king needs to be reversed. Kobolds are weak and ten of them cannot defeat an orc. If you don't rely on external objects, how can you defeat an orc?
An infinite amount?”
Jiage hesitated for a while and said worriedly:
"The numbers are not invincible. Chen Stormstout hasn't found the right way yet. If Sylvanas is found, even with the protection of the Holy Light, the kobolds will still die of the plague on a large scale and turn into the Forsaken. They have to
Defend."
"So I plan to arm an army of kobolds." Ossaid said with great interest: "I asked an old man. When Thrall first landed on Kalimdor, he was blocked by the cavemen's volley tactics. If the kobolds could
Equipped with a large number of firearms, Chen Stormstout is nothing to fear."
Jiage's eyes widened and he asked in surprise: "How is it possible? That period of history has long been sealed in the dust. Even the bronze dragon is not allowed to be mentioned. Who did you listen to?"
O'Said touched his nose: "It's an old kobold."
"The light-forged kobolds in Durotar are all new ones, how come there are old people?" Garg asked in confusion.
O'Said then felt something was wrong and murmured: "Is there really a saint's guidance? Although the origin of the old kobold is mysterious, I think his guidance makes sense, but..."
"It's just that you can't buy enough firearms." Jiage said helplessly: "No merchant dares to offend Chen Stormstout. He can only sell you a small amount of weapons. The alliance cannot sell weapons blatantly, which is equivalent to breaking up with the tribe.
When you start a war, you have all your ambitions, but you can't put them into practice."
O'Said nodded reluctantly.
Jiage put on his glasses and picked up his pen:
"I'm just a member of the media. The big shots in Azeroth won't give me face, so I can't help you."
"What are you writing?" Orsaid asked.
"Medical book."
"Do you know medical skills?"
Jiage glanced at him: "I don't understand."
Ossaid stepped forward and saw Jagger's pen writing:
"Ancient kobolds, over a hundred years old, are agile and can climb walls and mine..."
"What a joke." Ossaid sneered: "The kobold slaves of the Kesril Empire were exhausted before they were thirty years old. They were driven by their slave owners into the wilderness to fend for themselves."
Jiage asked curiously: "Where are those nobles?"
Ossaid replied: "I am from a noble family. I have fifty-seven brothers and sisters in total, and only twenty-one of them have lived past the age of twenty. I envy these light-forged kobolds, who are protected by the holy light.
It can solve most diseases.”
Jager asked in confusion: "It is said that the Kesril Empire has brilliant herbalism and alchemy. Is it true?"
Ossaid nodded: "Herbalism and alchemy are both true, but neither can cure diseases."
"But my medical books can cure diseases." Jiage said with certainty.
"Are you sure?" O'Said's eyes widened.
Jiage said with great confidence: "For diseases that cannot be cured by the Holy Light, my book can solve most of them."
Since believing in the Holy Light, the kobolds of Durotar have found support in their hearts, their disputes have been greatly reduced, and they have gradually gotten along harmoniously.
But the consequence is over-reproduction, with the number doubling and doubling, crowding the earth.
O'Said's solution was to dig holes, and the ground south of Razor Ridge was hollowed out, giving the kobolds a foothold.
On this day, an invisible ethereal battleship appeared in the sky above Durotar.
Cretina has made a lot of money since letting the kobolds roam Durotar, Crossroads, and Mulgore.
The first batch of three million kobolds were sold out as soon as they were released to the interstellar market. Cretina used the money earned to buy a new cargo ship.
Cretina looked at the kobolds below with a critical eye. After seeing Mulgore and the kobolds at the crossroads, the kobolds of Durotar were deeply attracted to her.
These kobolds actually have clothes to wear.
Although they are all the simplest linen, this is already a progress that transcends the times.
Cretina also noticed that most of the kobolds in Durotar are proficient in orc language, are civilized, polite, religious, and go to church regularly to worship.
"They actually built toilets."
"Wait a minute, to maintain life with holy light energy, does it need to be excreted?"
Cretina doesn't want to waste her brain cells on this. This is a group of extremely high-quality kobolds, which means they can be sold at a better price.
"The harvest time has come, let's set up the sky net."
Cretina's eyes were clearly shining, as if she saw an interstellar giant waving to her.
Several virtual spirits began to prepare.
The so-called Skynet is actually a kind of group floating magic that selects suitable kobolds and sends them to the invisible spacecraft.
There are legends of ascension in many lower civilizations. Some people who have accumulated virtues and done good deeds are inspired by heaven to ascend to the fairy world.
They don't know that this is just a higher civilization selecting slaves.
Cretina decided to select five thousand kobolds and send them to the interstellar market to test the waters and conduct hunger marketing.
The light shines, and the kobolds who are working on the hillside, sleeping in caves, or playing in the water are inspired almost at the same time.
In an instant, five thousand kobolds flew into the air unconsciously and drifted towards the invisible spaceship.
The inspired kobolds were beaming with joy, floating in the air, waving to their compatriots below.
When the other kobolds saw it, they all showed envy and knelt on the ground to praise the Holy Light.
A total of five thousand light-forged kobolds were locked in the warehouse, and were immediately hypnotized by the gas and fell into a deep sleep.
Cretina was about to call it a day and leave when her expression suddenly changed, she waved her hand and said to the virtual spirits around her:
"You guys leave first, I want to be alone for a while."
Several subordinates left the control room inexplicably. Cretina's voice was clear and beautiful:
"We have a distinguished guest here. We welcome you and we can talk."
Ossaid appeared and sat opposite Cretina. He tried his best to suppress his curiosity, but he still couldn't help but look around.
An advanced interstellar battleship was completely unfamiliar to his mind.
"The ascension of the kobolds turned out to be all your fault." Oside stared at Cretina's bandaged body: "Who are you?"
"I'm not a thing...well, I'm a virtual spirit."
There was some helplessness in Kristina's voice:
"You see me like this because my physical body has been taken away, leaving only my spirit body."