Even the Tauren Minotaur has its share of contempt.
Spiritwalkers are the nobles among the Highmountain Tauren, the lowest-ranking Blackhorns, and are often ostracized by other Spiritwalkers.
Blackhorn never cared and was always used to tolerating things.
Mela Gaoling gave Blackhorn a forced smile as a greeting, then withdrew her smile and left.
As the noble chieftain of Highmountain, Meera Highmountain was so proud that she disdained to speak with a lowly Spiritwalker.
"Warchief," Blackhorn called from behind, "Have you communicated with Senior Huln Highmountain?"
Only a few of the highest-ranking Spiritwalker knew about Mela Highmountain's ritual. Mela didn't even turn her head, and said calmly:
"That's none of your concern, Blackhorn."
Mela Highmountain didn't notice that Blackhorn referred to Huln Highmountain as "senior" instead of "ancestor."
Blackhorn sighed helplessly, as if talking to himself:
"The Tears of Mu'sha glowed faintly, guiding the way ahead. In the dark world, amidst the bones of the Burning Legion, before a precipice, the horns of the elder Huln Highmountain stood like two towering mountain peaks."
Mela Gaoling turned around abruptly, her expression displeased and somewhat angry.
It should be known that only the Warchief is qualified to enter the divine realm of the ancestor Huln Highmountain and receive his teachings.
The chiefs of each generation recorded their observations of the divine kingdom, incorporating them into their chieftain records, which were passed down through generations.
Only those who inherit the position of Warchief are qualified to peruse the Chief's Book.
Blackhorn's knowledge of these things meant he had secretly read the chieftain's books.
Meera Highmountain glared and roared, "Blackhorn, how dare you betray the Highmountain Tauren?"
Blackhorn shook his head. "Warchief, there is more than one way to communicate with Senior Huln Highmountain. Many years ago, I met Senior Huln Highmountain."
"Absurd! That's absolutely impossible!" Mela Highmountain roared furiously.
The ancient rituals at Highmountain are sacred and must not be altered in any way, otherwise it would be disrespectful to the ancestors.
How can we allow a Spiritwalker at the very end to defile the sacred?
Blackhorn said with difficulty, "Warchief, if I'm not mistaken, you're pleading for the sake of Chen Stormstout, and Senior Huln Highmountain's answer was surrender."
"You're wrong!" Meera Highmountain said Pride. "Huln Highmountain is willing to help us. The Highmountain Tauren have been saved. By the way, Chen Stormstout and Thrall are one and the same person. He is the great Savior who has saved Azeroth countless times. You must call him the Savior."
Blackhorn hesitated for a long time before sighing helplessly, "Warchief, things have come to this. Stop deceiving yourself. For over ten thousand years, successive chieftains have heeded the teachings of the elder Huln Highmountain, and have never received any help."
"How dare you blaspheme our great ancestors! Your crime is unforgivable!"
Mela Highmountain was furious and prepared to call the guards to take down the outspoken Spiritwalker.
Blackhorn, his face showing reluctance, said, "Warchief, if you wish to save the Highmountain Tauren, please come with me. I will take you to see the venerable Huln Highmountain."
After saying that, Blackhorn entered a meditation room for the soul.
"You, a useless piece of trash."
Mela Highmountain desperately wanted to call upon the guards to bring this disrespectful Spiritwalker to justice.
Driven by curiosity, Mela Highmountain followed to see what this weak Spiritwalker could come up with.
Upon entering the meditation room, Mela Gaoling was stunned.
Blackhorn stood in the center of the room, his right hand resting on a black orb the size of a human head.
A beam of dark light shot out from the pearl, tearing open a Spatial Rift as tall as a person, revealing a dark world.
The ground was littered with the bones of the Burning Legion, something Mela Highmountain knew all too well—it was the very same Huln Kingdom she had just experienced.
Mela Gaoling frowned, guessing that Blackhorn had probably had a fortuitous encounter and unintentionally obtained a precious orb that could communicate with the ancestral divine realm.
The mere fact that such an important treasure was not handed over is enough to punish Blackhorn.
Having roughly seen through Mela Gaoling's thoughts, Blackhorn explained helplessly:
"I created this Shadow Orb myself."
"You?" Mela Gaoling certainly didn't believe it.
Blackhorn said politely, "Warchief, please come with me to see Senior Huln Highmountain."
Mela Gaoling hesitated for a moment. Her first attempt to communicate with her ancestor Huln Highmountain had not been successful, and she would be happy to say even one more word.
"Okay, I'll go with you this time."
Blackhorn earnestly reminded him, "Warchief, whatever you see, please don't panic."
"Of course I know." Mela Gaoling was very unhappy and felt offended.
Blackhorn was the first to enter the Spatial Rift, followed closely by Mela Highmountain.
Unlike Mela Gaoling's first visit, Blackhorn's horns shone brightly, and everything around was clearly visible.
Blackhorn did not follow the road, but instead headed towards the skeletons scattered across the earth.
"Damn it, are you crazy?" Mela Highmountain roared.
The chieftain's records state that one must proceed along the road, or face severe punishment.
Mela Gaoling deliberately didn't warn him, wanting to see what would happen to Blackhorn.
Strangely, Blackhorn wandered freely among the skeletons, his body disappearing into them, with only his two horns sticking out.
Mela Gaoling looked at it strangely; these skeletons seemed to be smoke or shadows, otherwise they wouldn't have such an effect.
"Warchief, why don't you come closer and take a look?"
"This is the devil's temptation," Mela Gaoling warned herself, but ultimately, because she was too young, she couldn't resist going forward.
Just as predicted, the skeletons covering the ground were merely shadows, without any real substance.
"This is merely an illusion created by magic," Blackhorn explained calmly.
"What are you trying to say?" Mela Gaoling roared angrily, "Isn't this a spell cast by our ancestors to commemorate their glorious victory ten thousand years ago?"
"Fine, I knew you'd say that." Blackhorn said dismissively, continuing along the road.
The Blackhorn shone brightly, growing ever brighter, giving Mela Highmountain the opportunity to behold the divine realm of her ancestors.
This is a dark world, devoid of any vegetation, as if it were a forbidden zone for life.
Soon, the two approached the cliff. Blackhorn did not stop and strode forward.
Mela Gaoling wanted to remind her, but for some reason she didn't say anything.
Blackhorn suddenly lost his footing and fell off the cliff.
"Arrogant piece of trash, this is the price you pay for offending the chief." Mela Highmountain smugly looked down from the cliff.
Below was a powerful light source, the horn from which the Blackhorn shone, very close to Mela Highmountain.
This time, Mela Gaoling saw it clearly: the cliff was only a little over a meter high, and it was not the bottomless Abyss described in the chieftain's records at all.
"Warchief, why aren't you coming down?" Blackhorn shouted from below.
"No, no, this must be an illusion. I must stay away from the devil's temptations, lest I be shattered to pieces."
Mela Highmountain retreated step by step, her intuition telling her that Blackhorn was dead, and what lay below was merely a demon tempting her.
Blackhorn blinked, then jumped onto the cliff and asked:
"Warchief, what are you worried about?"
"You, how did you get up here?" Mela Gaoling trembled with fear.
"Don't you want to see Senior Huln Highmountain?" Blackhorn asked.
"Don't try to tempt me, you cunning devil."
Mela Gaoling shouted angrily and cautiously backed away.
Blackhorn scratched his head and sighed again:
"Alright, then I'll bring Senior Huln Highmountain to see you."