Thrall watched coldly; he was a clever Orcs who didn't believe a single punctuation mark in the Jade Book.
Of course, he wasn't the only smart person present. For example, Jianjiao Heiti held a skeptical attitude, but for the sake of his clan's reputation, he had to reluctantly acknowledge the great achievements of the Goldenhoof Emperor.
Hagara the Stormbinder, was a very honest man, and asked curiously:
Why do I have this feeling of familiarity?
Anachronos put on a stern face and explained in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"What's so strange about that? You're just ignorant. Most intelligent creatures in Azeroth have similar Legendary. Even the Furbolg, Kobolds, Murlocs have very similar legends Legendary their First Emperor, which are all copied from the same version. The best-made one is that of Shaohao, the First Emperor of the Pandaren, but it also has the most flaws."
Hagara's eyes widened in astonishment. "Damn it, it was all copied."
Anachronos scoffed, "The prototypes of the First Emperor Legendary of various races are the Lei Shen of the Mogu. Although there are some exaggerations, they are the closest to reality."
The Jianjiao Heiti tribesman knelt in worship for a long time, when the Shaman exclaimed in surprise:
Why is there no sign of Blackhorn?
"Blackhorn?"
The Jianjiao Heiti stood up, looked around, and asked in surprise, "According to the records, the cenotaph of the Goldenhoof Emperor is here, but unfortunately, there is no coffin of the Goldenhoof Emperor here."
"Are there other tombs?" the Shaman asked.
Jianjiao Heiti directed the group to search the cave, but unfortunately they couldn't find the entrance.
Finally, everyone's attention focused on the heavy stone throne.
The stone throne was incredibly heavy; the Heizong Tauren couldn't move it even with all his might, and could only plead with Thrall once more.
Thrall ordered Morchok to help, and after the throne was moved, a dark entrance was revealed. Hagara the Stormbinder was about to step forward to cast a spell when he was blocked by more than a dozen Tauren.
Hagara looked at Thrall for his opinion, Thrall shook his head with a cold laugh.
Jianjiao Heiti sent several Tauren into the cave to investigate, but after a long while, there was no reply. Jianjiao Heiti realized something was wrong, but had no good way to deal with it, so he could only send out scouts again.
Several waves of scouts were sent out in succession, and the dark entrance, like a demonic cave, swallowed up more than fifty Heizong Tauren.
The Jianjiao Heiti scratched its head in frustration and had no choice but to ask Thrall for help again.
"Great Savior Thrall, I suspect Blackhorn is inside, responsible for the killing of our people. Please extend a helping hand."
Thrall sneered, "Are all Heizong Tauren useless? Even if they were killed, there should have been some commotion."
The Jianjiao Heiti looked embarrassed and didn't know what to do.
In truth, Thrall didn't understand either, and said with feigned seriousness, "You disturbed the peace of the Goldenhoof Emperor, and died from his corpse poison. The poison hasn't dissipated, so it's no use for your entire clan to go in."
The Jianjiao Heiti asked in surprise, "But this is just the Emperor's cenotaph."
Thrall blushed and stubbornly said, "Fool! Who says clothes can't exude corpse energy? Hagara the Stormbinder, show them what you've got!"
Hagara stepped forward, a Gale blew into the dark cave, and said expressionlessly, "The corpse aura has been dispersed; you can go in now."
Several more Tauren entered, and this time they brought good news: they had discovered the coffin of the Goldenhoof Emperor.
With a joyful expression, the Jianjiao Heiti hurriedly led its people into the cave.
The tomb was empty, with a heavy stone coffin in the center. Above the coffin, countless treasures shimmered with dazzling light. Of course, these were not real treasures, but rather more precious Time Fragments.
Near the cave entrance, more than fifty Tauren corpses lay piled on the ground, but no one paid them any attention.
The Jianjiao Heiti stared longingly at the stone coffin, convinced that besides the emperor's robes, there must be plenty of real treasure inside.
Suddenly, a blurry figure appeared on the stone coffin; it was none other than the War Master Blackhorn.
"Look who's here, the great Savior Thrall. You lie without batting an eye, you self-righteous Jianjiao Heiti, unaware that calamity is imminent. Although Tauren never learn their lesson, I'll still try my best to show you the true history."
The Shadow of Blackhorn turned to Anachronos: "Son of Nozdormu, I know what you're thinking. You're unwilling to weave these Time Fragments here. Fortunately, I learned this technique from the Void, and it's no longer a skill unique to you Bronze Dragonflight."
Anachronos's face was grim, Shadow of Blackhorn spread his arms wide, shouting:
"Let the true history be laid bare before you. What kind of person was the Legendary Great Mulgore Goldenhoof Emperor? Then I will give you an interesting gift."
The shimmering Time Fragments above the stone coffin come together to form a clear historical image.
"Bang!"
Emperor Mulgore Goldenhoof was punched to the ground, and then a thick bull hoof stomped hard on his face. It was a strong Yaungol with a shiny black mane and a black crown on his head.
A Heizong Yaungol, the ancestor of the Heizong Tauren.
Beside the Heizong Yaungol were five other equally tall figures, each wearing a crown of a different color and bearing an angry expression.
A considerable number of Yaungol were gathered around, all looking disheveled and bearing injuries.
It was clear that a magical battle had taken place; the ground was riddled with deep craters, and many corpses were torn to pieces. A group of Yaungol with golden hooves had been defeated and taken prisoner.
"Mulgore, you have disappointed us greatly. You actually plotted a rebellion. If N'Zoth hadn't reminded us, you would have killed all six chieftains."
N'Zoth!
The Goldenhoof Emperor gritted his teeth, his eyes darting around, and pleaded in a low voice:
"I was wrong. It wasn't my fault. I was bewitched. It was the Demigod Cenarius who seduced me into contact with an evil god who called himself Earth Mother, and he corrupted my mind."
"So you've been bewitched?" The Heizong Yaungol's expression softened slightly, and he announced loudly:
"Gentlemen, according to ancient custom, we will vote to decide how to deal with the Goldenhoofed Yaungol."
The cow with the blue crown whispered, "The Goldenhoof Yaungol are one of us, like the seven heads of God; not one can be missing. My proposal is to preserve the Goldenhoof Yaungol."
"Agree!"
"Agree!"
"Be opposed to!"
"Abstain!"
The Heizong Yaungol shouted:
"You are lucky, Mulgore. Your people were not affected by the rebellion; they are still part of the seven tribes of the Yaungol. But you have been banished and are never to return."
Mulgore Goldenhoof was banished and forced to live away from his people near Thunder Bluff.
The hardships of life tormented Mulgore Goldenhoof; his face aged, his skin cracked. Unwilling to accept defeat, he sculpted a statue of Earth Mother and knelt before it in devout prayer.
"I will seek revenge, and make those who looked down on me regret their actions."
"Revenge is extremely difficult, especially for Yaungol," a voice emanated from the clay statue. "What price are you willing to pay?"
"Everything!"
Mulgore Goldenhoof's face was contorted.