After a hangover, Chen Stormstout felt his mouth was dry and his throat seemed to be spitting out fire, and he kept ordering:
"Water, water."
When he opened his eyes, he realized that there were kobolds standing around him, holding blast shotguns aimed at his head.
"Haha, I must be dreaming."
Chen Stormstout closed his eyes, opened them again, and still saw a large group of kobolds.
There was a sudden figure among the kobolds. Mera Highmountain, the chief of the tauren in Highmountain, knelt in front of a kobold dressed in black and kept saying flattering words.
"Give him water."
The kobold in black gave orders coldly.
Meera Gaoling curled her lips and looked at Chen. Stormstout with a look of disgust. She walked out the door and came in with a bowl of water not long after.
Chen Stormstout was still in a daze, feeling dizzy and still didn't understand what was happening.
"Drink you to death, you pig." Meera Gaoling threw the bowl in front of Chen Stormstout.
A bowl of turbid sewage, taken from the nearest stinking ditch.
"Be bold, I am the great savior." Chen Stormstout was furious and raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to destroy Azeroth?"
"Now you are not." Meera Gaoling raised her hoof and stepped on Chen Stormstout's head.
"Disgusting wild boar, I've had enough of you for a long time."
Chen Stormstout was so angry that his lungs were about to burst and he yelled:
"Guard, where are the guards? They're rebelling. They're really rebelling."
Meera Gaoling grabbed Chen Stormstout's neck and lifted him up:
"Have you not sobered up yet? Poor thing, you conspired to destroy Azeroth. Your sin is unforgivable. Everyone in Azeroth wants to eat your meat. The savior has exposed your conspiracy. The wild boar of Pandaria,
You're finished."
Chen Stormstout finally regained his clarity and understood what had happened. He was shocked and sweating profusely.
The black-clothed kobold stood up. Although the kobold was petite, he had an aura of uprightness at this moment.
"I am the Holy Light Emperor, and Orgrimmar has fallen into my hands. Chen Stormstout, do you understand your guilt?"
As soon as Meera Gaoling let go, Chen Stormstout collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud, and slapped his mouth hard:
"I was wrong. I should not have offended the great Holy Light Emperor. I was wrong. You are the savior."
Ossaid shook his head: "I have no interest in the position of savior. I have never wanted to be a savior. But if you do something wrong, you will be punished. Your plague killed tens of millions of kobolds."
Chen Stormstout was so frightened that he trembled all over: "Sir, this is all Khadgar's fault. I was deceived by him and was completely unaware. Khadgar mistook me."
O'Said's expression was indifferent: "Do you think I will believe it? We kobolds have a unique martial arts, which is called the way to return the other. You have turned thousands of kobolds into undead. Now it's your turn.
Let’s have a taste of this.”
A kobold brought a bowl of green liquid, which exuded a foul smell.
"If you don't want to suffer, you'd better drink it."
Chen Stormstout tremblingly took the bowl. This was the plague developed by Khadgar against the kobolds.
This plague can infect kobolds through the air, and other creatures will be fine if they inhale the plague gas.
But if you drink it directly, the consequences will be unpredictable.
The fat on Chen Stormstout's face couldn't help but tremble, and he hesitated whether to drink it.
Meera Gaoling was eager to show off, so she grabbed Chen Stormstout's chin, forced his mouth open, and drank all of it.
Chen Stormstout felt as if there was a piece of ice in his stomach, but his body was heating up, his head was spinning, and he fell to the ground unable to get up.
O'Said took a careful look at him and ordered: "Send him to the Corrupted Land south of the Razor Ridge."
Meila Gaoling came over and whispered: "Great Chief, why don't you kill him to avoid future troubles?"
Ossaid looked unhappy: "Woman, are you teaching me how to do things?"
Meila Gaoling hurriedly lowered her head and lowered her eyebrows: "I don't dare."
Not killing Chen Stormstout was an agreement between Orside and Experimental Subject No. 335.
In addition, Orsaid intends to abandon Orgrimmar.
Orgrimmar is at the forefront, and the position of the tribal chief is unknown. It is the result of the competition between the Holy Light Legion and the Burning Legion, and there are many variables.
Without the support of these two major forces, Ossaid would not be able to secure this position.
After sending away Chen Stormstout, the kobolds escorted Thrall and invited the big candle Garg.
Jiage beamed with joy and praised loudly: "Congratulations to the Holy Light Emperor. Under your leadership, the kobolds have risen. From now on, you will be the chief of the tribe."
Ossaid shook his head: "I have no interest in the position of tribal chief. If you want it, I will give it to you."
"How can I do it? Stop joking." Jage thought this was Osaid's temptation and kept evading it.
O'Said stood up and ordered: "The kobolds will withdraw from Orgrimmar tomorrow, and the prisoners will be left to you. You can do whatever you want."
Thrall was kneeling aside, with a flattering look on his face, but Orsaid didn't even look at him.
For a whole day, the kobolds plundered Orgrimmar's wealth, and the magnificent palace was severely damaged.
Orsaid's target is Azshara.
According to the analysis of Test Subject No. 335, Azshara has an elegant environment, rich products, is close to the sea, and has convenient transportation.
Azshara's Bilgewater Port is a natural port as famous as Booty Bay. It is the largest gold-selling kiln in Azeroth and is also the production base for goblin thermal weapons.
As long as they control Bilgewater Port, the kobolds will have a steady supply of guns, ammunition, artillery and grenades.
The next day, O'Said led the kobolds to Azshara. Garg looked at the thousands of prisoners left with him and still couldn't believe that this was true.
"From today on, I am the master of Orgrimmar, the warchief of the tribe, and the savior of Azeroth."
Big Candle Jiage was ecstatic, and he who was originally rational in dealing with things suddenly got carried away.
"Meet the great savior, the chief of the tribe, Gage."
Sal took the lead and was the first to kneel on the ground.
When the prisoners saw this, they all knelt down and paid allegiance.
Jiage suddenly felt a drifting feeling, as if in a dream, and pinched his thigh hard, which hurt.
"Haha, without any courtesy, I declare that a new tribe has been established and I will be the chief."
A sarcastic voice came, full of ridicule:
"The little kobold also wants to become the chief of the tribe, put away your wishful thinking."
Jiage raised his head angrily and saw Magni Bronzebeard with a diamond body floating in the air, hugging Domis, the most beautiful woman in Azeroth.
"I am the spokesperson of Azeroth, Big Candle Garg. If you give up right now, I will consider it just a joke, otherwise you will know the consequences."
Jiage's whole body was wet with sweat, and he finally regained his senses.
How can anyone take the position of tribal chief?
Jiage hurriedly knelt down and said, "I was wrong. I am willing to give up my position as chief."
Magni Bronzebeard's nose was red and he solemnly announced:
"As the spokesperson of Azeroth, I convey the instructions of the Legion of Light and welcome the new warchief of the Horde.
"He is an orc with great merit. The orcs were imprisoned in the asylum. It was he who successfully rescued the orcs, united the tauren, darkspear trolls, and the Forsaken, established a great tribe, and defeated the Alliance with the Alliance at Mount Hyjal.
The Burning Legion."
After hearing this, Thrall thought to himself, isn't this me? He tidied up his clothes and prepared to resume his role as warchief.
"Let us warmly welcome the new warchief of the tribe."
Magni Bronzebeard paused deliberately before saying his name: