A voice emanated from within the clay sculpture of Earth Mother: "This is merely a test for you, Mulgore Goldenhoof. Come to the Moonwell on a night when neither moon is present, and you will gain eternal life."
The Goldenhoof Emperor was overjoyed. Now that he was the First Emperor of the Tauren, he naturally had a large entourage and headed to the Moonwell in Ashenvale.
On the day when the two moons were hidden, the Goldenhoof Emperor ordered his servants to wait at a distance, while he stood alone by the Moonwell. The beast heads that were to be sacrificed had already been prepared, and as expected, after the heads were thrown into the Moonwell, a familiar dark power surged forth.
Just as the Goldenhoof Emperor was about to bend down to drink from the Moonwell Well, a tall figure suddenly appeared behind him.
The emperor's body was no longer agile; he turned around with difficulty and saw a familiar figure. He exclaimed in surprise, "Cenarius, it's you!"
Cenarius a sinister smile, "Mulgore Goldenhoof, long time no see."
Seeing the Goldenhoof Emperor's unfriendly expression, Cenarius laughed and said, "I'm sorry, you are no longer the chieftain. As the Tauren Emperor, how dare I, a mere Demigod, address you by your name?"
The Goldenhoof Emperor snorted coldly, claiming that he was no weaker than Cenarius in his prime, and asked arrogantly, "Cenarius, what business do you have with me?"
Cenarius gazed at the dark power rising from the Moonwell: "Your Excellency Goldenhoof Emperor, you must be wondering who Earth Mother really is. Let me, your Emissary, answer that for you."
"What? You're Emissary?" Goldenhoof Emperor was slightly taken aback.
Cenarius proclaimed, "Indeed, I serve the great Elune, and thus am your Emissary."
"I don't understand." The Goldenhoof Emperor felt a strange sense of panic.
Cenarius sneered, "Isn't it obvious? Elune, the Yaungol, is Earth Mother. The rapid rise of the Minotaur race, especially their innate mastery of magic, is detrimental to Moon Goddess's plans. That's why she used you to turn the Yaungol into foolish Tauren."
The Goldenhoof Emperor was not surprised. He had considered various possibilities over the years and even speculated that the Earth Mother might be the Elune. He asked nervously, "Cenarius, what do you want to do?"
Cenarius smiled slightly and said:
"Goldenhoof Emperor, I am of course representing the Moon Goddess to grant you eternal life."
Cenarius raised his hoof and shoved the Goldenhoof Emperor into the dark Moonwell, stepping on the emperor's back so that his entire body was submerged in the well water.
The Goldenhoof Emperor thrashed violently, but soon his body stopped struggling. He had drunk too much of the well water filled with dark power, and his body turned into a lump of black charcoal, growing countless black tentacles, as dense as ominous hair. His corpse floated in the well water.
Cenarius stood Moonwell and called out:
"Goldenhoof Emperor, the promise of the Elune will surely be fulfilled. You have absorbed too much of the Dark Side of the Moon's power and will not awaken for a hundred years. At that time, you will become a monster, and only by killing all the Tauren will you win your ultimate Destiny and become the Moon Goddess's pet."
Cenarius, and it wasn't until dawn that his servants found the emperor's body in the Moonwell and placed it in the tomb that had been prepared long ago.
The historical footage vanished, Jianjiao Heiti leaped up and roared:
"This isn't true, it's a lie, Blackhorn. You're incredibly cunning, but unfortunately, the Tauren's eyes are sharp; your plot is doomed to fail."
The Shadow of Blackhorn smiled faintly:
"Jianjiao Heiti, your sophistry is meaningless. The body of the Goldenhoof Emperor lies dormant in his coffin. A hundred years after his burial, a mysterious being sealed his coffin, preventing the Tauren from becoming extinct. But now, the seal has been broken, and he is about to awaken."
Jianjiao Heiti, terrified, turned pale and stammered, "No, Blackhorn, are you crazy? Do you want to exterminate the Heizong Tauren? They are your people!"
The Shadow of Blackhorn stared strangely at the Jianjiao Heiti:
"What made you mistakenly believe that I care about my people? Is it just because I defeated Cairne Bloodhoof? I'm sorry, you've misunderstood. I simply dislike him. Here comes an interesting gift: the Goldenhoof Emperor has been resurrected. After nearly ten thousand years of slumber, he should be rational enough, but he will definitely not give up hunting down the six races. Heizong Tauren, how will you, who reject magic, face an emperor?"
The Shadow of Blackhorn vanished, and a roar echoed from within the coffin.
The Jianjiao Heiti turned and fled in terror, but it was too late. The heavy coffin exploded with a bang, and a skeleton exuding a thick aura of darkness stood up.
"Darkness, flesh and blood."
At the entrance stood over fifty dead Tauren; their corpses were drawn to the skeletons, their flesh and blood piled up haphazardly, most of them Corruption and discarded.
Finally, a robust Tauren appeared, its body covered in black tentacles, its bull-like eyes wide open, revealing its Jianjiao Heiti.
The resurrected Goldenhoof Emperor let out a terrifying roar, howling loudly:
"Heizong Tauren, you bunch of hiding rats, I've finally caught you."
"Spare me! Don't kill me!"
The Jianjiao Heiti was terrified and hurriedly tried to escape, but unfortunately the cave was too narrow. The Goldenhoof Emperor rushed over in one stride and snapped its neck.
The other Tauren were not spared either. The Goldenhoof Emperor seized the Shaman, forcefully absorbed his soul, and digested the memories within.
"So many years have passed. Now the Tauren have become food for the Orcs. What a useless bunch of trash."
Thrall grinned and said:
"Very well. Blackhorn rejected my offer, so you'll take his place. Mulgore Goldenhoof, is that you? You should know who I am and understand your situation. If you don't want to die, obediently become my Servant."
Mulgore Goldenhoof's face was gloomy.
Anachronos, Morchok the Elemental Lords, Hagara the Stormbinder surrounded him; each of them was no less powerful than him.
After a long silence, the Goldenhoof Emperor, torn between his inner turmoil and his own will, reluctantly knelt on the ground.
"The Mulgore Goldenhoof is willing to submit to the great Savior."
Deep within a basin surrounded by seven mountain peaks, in the forbidden zone of the Tauren, a hemispherical ball of Holy Light protected four figures.
War Master Blackhorn slowly opened his eyes. Controlling the Shadow of Blackhorn had consumed too much of his energy, and it took him a long time to recover.
Robbie stood with his hands behind his back, carefully examining the mountain peak in the very center of the basin. To be precise, it was a piece of the flesh and blood of Old Gods, already showing signs of coming to life.
Vanessa's eyes were bright; she seemed particularly interested in the piece of flesh.
Murozond, now in human form, pointed to the black mountain peak and said:
"This is a piece of Y'Shaarj's flesh. Long ago, a herd of bison lived nearby. Influenced by Power of Y'Shaarj, they learned to walk upright and gradually gained intelligence. N'Zoth, out of respect for his former companions, taught them magic, but alas..."
Murozond shook his head helplessly, a look of regret on his face.
Blackhorn stood up unsteadily and asked in confusion:
"Are the historical images in the tomb authentic?"
Murozond, then asked in surprise, "The image I wove is flawless; even Anachronos couldn't see through it. Why do you have doubts?"
Blackhorn said in a low voice, "I just think that even if the Goldenhoof Emperor is evil, he shouldn't be this evil."
A wry smile appeared on Murozond's lips:
"That's right, it was definitely altered, deliberately made for Thrall's benefit, to make him underestimate his opponent. A clash between two kings would certainly be incredibly exciting, but it's like planting a time bomb. I've rewritten most of history, not revealing the truth to future generations."
After a pause, Murozond said with a complicated expression:
"Because the real history is too cruel; it only brings endless despair."