Three ritual items were placed on the Altar, and the incense used in the ceremony emitted an intoxicating fragrance that made one's mind wander.
Mela Gaoling was the only one in the room. After bathing and changing, she knelt devoutly before the Altar to pray.
A surge of magic flowed through the ritual supplies room, and the Dark Rift Crystal suddenly shattered, plunging the room into darkness.
Immediately afterwards, the Fire of the Skies ignited Tears of Mu'sha, becoming the only light in the darkness.
Mela Highmountain stood up and carefully moved forward, following the shimmering Tears of Mu'sha.
Tears of Mu'sha, like a lantern, guided Mela Highmountain forward, occasionally pausing to wait.
Mela Gaoling secretly calculated her steps, and based on that, she should have already left the range of the Thunder Totem.
This is no longer the real world. Countless skeletons are piled up on both sides of the road, with sharp fangs on the skulls and the ferocity of their former lives still remaining between the teeth.
"This is... Demons of the Burning Legion."
As Mela Highmountain looked out, the vague outline of Demons skeletons stretched as far as the eye could see, seemingly covering the entire earth.
"Legendary that the Highmountain Tauren Huln Highmountain, slaughtered countless Burning Legion. I've always been skeptical, but now it seems to be true."
Mela Gaoling's admiration for her ancestors grew stronger, and her confidence increased.
Privately, Mela Highling didn't really worship the so-called Savior; only foolish people would elevate their fellow human beings to a pedestal.
Thrall was just a lucky Orcs.
Mela Highmountain would never believe that Thrall and Chen Stormstout are the same person; it's just a lie fabricated using Thrall's reputation.
Unfortunately, out of fear of the Savior Thrall, no one dared to expose this lie.
The real Thrall must have suffered greatly, tormented by the Chen Stormstout.
Mela Highmountain couldn't help but feel a surge of pleasure. How ironic that Thrall was being harmed by the reputation of the Savior.
The light of Tears of Mu'sha grew fainter and fainter until it was only the size of a firefly.
According to ancient Legendary, the ancestral Huln Highmountain is located not far away.
Tears of Mu'sha stopped, its light dim, illuminating only a small area. Mela Highmountain quickly stopped in her tracks.
Ahead lay a precipice, its bottom unseen. If one did not stop, one would fall into the Abyss and never be reborn.
This was a warning from the ancestors, and Mela Gaoling had doubted its authenticity.
If someone really falls off a cliff, can they come back and warn the next generation?
Mela Gaoling didn't dare to try; she simply looked up.
In the dark shadows, two majestic and precipitous peaks stand tall, soaring into the clouds.
Mela Gaoling strained to look, and could vaguely make out that they were two antlers like those of a deer.
The distinctive horns of the Highmountain Tauren.
According to ancient records, these two horns belonged to the ancestor Huln Highmountain, whose massive body was hidden below the cliff.
Because Huln Highmountain has already attained the position of True God, it is ominous for mortals to look at him.
To avoid a tragedy for his descendants, Huln Highmountain only uses his horns to identify himself with them.
These two horns were a gift from the Demigod Cenarius to Huln Highmountain. After he became True God, they lost their function and only have collectible value. They will not harm mortals.
Mela Gaoling knelt on the ground, praying devoutly:
"Great ancestor Huln Highmountain, Mela Gaoling begs for your help."
A Thunder sound echoed from below the cliff:
"Young Mela Highmountain, the current chieftain of the Highmountain Tribe, I watch over you from the Kingdom of God. Your father serves me, and all is well."
Mela Highmountain frowned inwardly. Being eaten by Thrall and ascending to godhood was a lie she had fabricated!
Why would my father serve at Huln Highmountain? Isn't that a disgrace to the Highmountain Tauren?
Mela Gaoling suppressed her doubts and quickly said:
"Ancestor, the Highmountain Tauren are facing a great calamity. The Pandaren Chen Stormstout claims to be Thrall, deceiving everyone. He has sent 100,000 Lightforging Orcs to attack Highmountain. We beg you, Ancestor, to lend a helping hand and save the Highmountain Tauren from this dire situation."
There was a moment of silence at the foot of the cliff, then Huln's voice came quickly:
"I saw it all clearly in the divine realm. Thrall and Chen Stormstout are indeed the same person, Mela Highmountain. You've got it wrong."
Mela Gaoling was stunned. How could her ancestors believe such a naive lie?
Could it be that Chen Stormstout possesses extraordinary abilities, enough to deceive a True God?
"Ancestor, how can you believe even me?" Mela Gaoling couldn't help but ask.
"Shut up."
A thunderous sound rang out, and Mela Gaoling felt a deafening roar in her ears, and it took her a long time to hear the sound again.
"Mera Gaoling, how dare you doubt me, your ancestor Huln Highmountain?"
Mela Gaoling hurriedly prostrated herself on the ground. "I dare not."
Huln Highmountain persisted, "Hmph, I knew it. Young Tauren like you are easily deceived. The facts are right in front of you, yet you refuse to believe them. If it weren't for your father and grandfather's earnest persuasion, I would have crippled you long ago. Now it seems you are indeed unsuitable to be chieftain!"
Mela Highmountain's head was spinning. Yes, it was indeed her fault for Highmountain Tauren in such a dangerous situation.
"Ancestor, I am willing to relinquish my chieftainship and pay any price for my past mistakes, only hoping that you will extend a helping hand and save the Highmountain Tauren."
Silence fell again at the foot of the cliff. After a long while, Huln Highmountain spoke loudly:
"With just a breath, I can wipe out an army of 100,000. What about the Burning Legion of yesteryear? I can destroy them more easily than mowing grass."
"However, Thrall, the Savior, was born of the destiny of Azeroth and bears the mission of saving Azeroth. If I were to extend a helping hand, I would be going against the will of Heaven, and Azeroth would surely be destroyed because of me. I am filled with love for this planet and cannot bear to see living beings suffer."
Mela Highmountain cried, "Ancestor, you only need to say one word, and the Savior Thrall will surely grant you face."
"Hmph, do you think it's that simple? This is a huge deal, involving cause and effect and Timelines. You don't understand, you naive child," Huln Highmountain rebuked unhappily.
Meera Highmountain wailed, "Ancestor, are you going to stand by and watch the Highmountain Tauren go extinct?"
Huln Highmountain said in a deep voice, "There is only one way. You must bind yourself, go to the Savior in person to beg for forgiveness, and then offer four-fifths of your people as provisions for the Lightforging Orcs. The Savior is merciful and kind; he will surely forgive your transgression. The Highmountain Tauren will be saved."
"What?"
Mela Gaoling was dumbfounded; she never expected that the solution her ancestor had suggested was a humiliating surrender.
Ancestor, I want to know.
"It's time," Huln Highmountain interrupted her question. "You should go back."
Tears of Mu'sha faded, and the last glimmer of light disappeared.
Mela Highmountain felt a sudden dizziness, and when she woke up again, she found herself lying in front of the Altar.
The dreamlike experience of conversing with my ancestor Huln Highmountain is vividly etched in my mind.
Thinking of the tragic Destiny the Highmountain Tauren would face, Meera Highmountain burst into tears.
As I stepped outside, a Spiritwalker approached and asked with concern:
"Chief, you don't look well."
Mela Highmountain forced a smile and recognized the Spiritwalker.
Blackhorn is ranked last among the Spiritwalker.