In historical footage, Mulgore Goldenhoof, kneeling before the statue of Earth Mother, is consumed by hatred, his expression resembling that of a Demons.
Upon witnessing this scene, Jianjiao Heiti should have led his people to kneel on the ground and worship the Emperor, but now he didn't know what to do.
After all, the First Emperor Mulgore Goldenhoof was an enemy of the Heizong Tauren. They had to choose between loyalty to the great First Emperor or loyalty to their ancestors; they could only choose one and betray the other.
The Jianjiao Heiti sought help from the tribe's Shaman shrugged, indicating he was equally powerless in this situation.
Thrall, watching the Heizong Tauren's embarrassed expression, sneered inwardly. The Tauren was indeed not cunning enough; if it were him, he would have a way to handle it.
The clay statue of Earth Mother spoke:
"I don't need you to pay a price. I will grant you unparalleled power. All you need to do is dare to defy the world and spare no expense for revenge, even if the earth is stained with blood."
Mulgore Goldenhoof gritted his teeth and said, "I desperately want it to become a reality."
"Very well, Mulgore Goldenhoof. At the foot of the southern mountains of Ashenvale lies a Moonwell. On nights when neither moon appears, take the head of a wild beast and throw it into the well. Drink the water from the Moonwell, and you will gain unparalleled power. North of the Moonwell grows a laurel tree with two branches, one black and one white. Place the white branch in the water for the Goldenhoof people to drink, and put the black branch into the water sources of the other six races. Then you will have completed your revenge."
Mulgore Goldenhoof was overjoyed. "Thank you, merciful Earth Mother!"
In the pitch-black night when both moons were hidden, Mulgore Goldenhoof drank the water from the Moonwell. His body slowly rose into the air, ominous tentacles sprouting from his face, and his breath turning black. His golden hooves gradually turned gray.
Mulgore felt the immense power within him, broke off two branches from the cassia tree, and went to find his nephew, the current Goldenhoof Chieftain, Mosuola Jinti.
During the days of Mulgore's exile, the Mulgores, accustomed to the life of chieftains, found it difficult to endure the hardships, relying entirely on Mossola's secret support.
Inside the agreed-upon cave, Mossola stared in surprise at Mulgore:
"Uncle, what happened to you? Your face, your hooves, oh my god, what happened?"
Mulgore chuckled wickedly, "My dear nephew, the time for revenge has come. You just need to do as I say, and the entire Yaungol Clans will be ours."
Mulgore explained his plan, and Mossola was shocked, shaking his head repeatedly:
"No, no, Uncle, you've been tricked! This must be a conspiracy! We Yaungol are doomed! We absolutely cannot do this! Give me the branch! I must destroy it!"
Mossola stepped forward to snatch the two branches from Mulgore's hands, intending to destroy them, but was easily subdued by Mulgore had gained mysterious powers.
Mulgore stared directly into his eyes, and two black tentacles burrowed into Mussola's eyes.
After a long while, Mossola's body, also filled with a dark aura, grinned maliciously, "As you wish, my uncle, let the corpses of the Yaungol litter the earth."
Mosola returned to the settlement, summoned all the Goldenhoof tribesmen, placed the white branch into the spring, and ordered them to drink the water.
Before long, the tribesmen showed signs of pain, collapsed to the ground and wailed. Many of them died with their intestines ruptured. The surviving tribesmen discovered that they had lost their magic.
The Goldenhoof Yaungol are born with an ability to sense the earth's element and possess the strongest defense among the seven races. After losing their most relied-upon magic, many of their people wept bitterly.
"Without magic, how will we hunt, heal our wounds, and fight our enemies? Will we rely solely on our horns and muscles, Chief? Why is this?"
Mulgore emerged from the shadows and said coldly:
"Magic is the temptation of the Old Gods N'Zoth, a dark seed planted in our hearts. When we become addicted to magic, the Black Empire will be reborn within us. None of you will escape N'Zoth's control. At that time, you will lose yourselves and become walking corpses."
One of the tribesmen protested angrily:
"Mulgore, so it was you who did this! You traitor! Look at what you've become! It's you who's addicted to dark magic!"
Mulgore chuckled coldly, raised his hand, and unleashed a beam of dark light, instantly scattering his people to pieces.
"Fools, you have lost your magic, how can you fight me? Those who don't want to die, obey me obediently. I will only state my reasoning once: either obey or die. I only need loyal people to embrace Earth Mother."
Faced with the threat of death, the Golden Hoofed Yaungol, stripped of their magic, chose silence, and their hooves gradually turned gray, thus ending the golden race of the Yaungol.
Before the news could spread, Mulgore secretly placed black branches into the public water source, and soon after, a terrible Plague spread among the six races.
The Yaungol's healthy skin turned pale, his strong muscles disappeared, leaving only skin and bones, and his face looked like a corpse.
They gradually lost their minds, leaving only a thirst for magic. They roamed the land, savage and Bloodlust, suffering Destiny worse than death.
Mulgore said emphatically:
"Foolish people, behold, this is the tragic consequence of being addicted to magic! N'Zoth's terrible curse has taken hold within them. If I hadn't received the help of the Earth Mother and rescued you from the Abyss in time, you would have suffered the same fate as them. Those who oppose me, don't your consciences ache?"
Faced with this undeniable fact, even the most stubborn Yaungol believed it and knelt on the ground to thank the Mulgores for their salvation.
Mulgore Goldenhoof was overjoyed. He led his people to annihilate the six tribes, demolish their palaces, and settled near Thunder Bluff, naming the surrounding land after himself.
Only a small number of Heizong Tauren, having fought far from their homeland against the Qiraji, escaped this calamity.
The historical footage ended there. The Emperor's tomb was completely silent. All the Heizong Tauren looked grim, many gritting their teeth, their eyes filled with hatred.
Chieftain Jianjiao Heiti, pondering an excuse, exchanged a glance with the Shaman and shouted, "Don't be fooled, everyone! These historical images are fake! Blackhorn, you traitor! You actually tried to bewitch people and slander Goldenhoof Emperor! Your conspiracy has been exposed!"
The Shadow of Blackhorn on the stone coffin laughed loudly:
"Jianjiao Heiti, you're about to die, yet you still stubbornly cling to your fragile vanity. To let you rest in peace, I'll reveal an even crueler truth: Who exactly is Earth Mother? Do you want to know?"
Another historical video appeared, and everyone couldn't help but look up to watch.
Wearing a crown Mulgore Goldenhoof sat on his throne, his face aged and wrinkled, his physique thin, and even more frightening was the obvious weakening of the mysterious power within him.
Mulgore Goldenhoof dozed off on his throne, clearly lacking energy. The Tauren below whispered among themselves. Mulgore Goldenhoof waved his hand, dismissing the crowd, and went alone into the temple at the back.
Kneeling before the statue of Earth Mother, Mulgore Goldenhoof trembled as he spoke:
"At twenty-five, I inherited the chieftainship; at thirty-seven, I unified the Yaungol and founded the Tauren civilization. Now, I'm not even forty yet, so why am I in this state?"