Are you an idiot?
Mela Gaoling couldn't help but be sarcastic.
Huln Highmountain, widely recognized as the strongest of the Tauren, possesses a single or double horn, towering like a precipitous peak, reaching into the clouds.
It's said that the Savior Thrall is 18,000 meters tall and can reach for the stars.
As True God of a higher rank than Elune, Huln Highmountain can only be higher than Thrall.
Such a great and True God, one would go mad simply by looking into his eyes.
Blackhorn's boastful claim of bringing a True God is utterly delusional.
Mela Gaoling looked up and discovered that the pair of towering bull horns were gone.
Is it because of Blackhorn's offense that our ancestors refuse to meet them? What should we do?
For a moment, Mela Gaoling was in a state of utter confusion.
Just as Mela Highmountain was filled with suspicion, Blackhorn jumped off the cliff again and returned shortly afterward, carrying a dried-up Tauren soul.
"Easy, easy, Blackhorn, I'm telling you, your father and I were close friends back then, comrades-in-arms fighting against the Burning Legion. How can you treat an old man like this?"
The Tauren's soul had a pointed mouth and monkey-like face, a lewd appearance, and a pair of small, Liuliu eyes.
Although it is a soul, it still has clothes.
Unfortunately, it was dilapidated and filthy, like a beggar's.
It is evident that their soul power is weak, leaving them no time to care for their appearance.
Blackhorn grabbed the Tauren's soul by the neck without any politeness and threw him in front of Mela Highmountain.
Spiritwalker have the ability to contact souls. Mela Gaoling looked at the soul before her with suspicion:
"Blackhorn, Tauren?"
The Tauren's spirit protested. "Young lady, how dare you speak to your ancestor like that? What filthy Tauren! I am the ancestor of the Highmountain Tauren, the great Huln Highmountain!"
"Ha, ha!" Mela Gaoling laughed until tears streamed down her face, "With your appearance, you dare to call yourself the ancestor Huln Highmountain? It's hilarious!"
The Tauren's soul straightened his tattered clothes and said sorrowfully:
"It's no wonder you don't believe it. The once-renowned Tauren Chieftain, who slew countless heroes of the Burning Legion, has fallen to this state."
Blackhorn shook his head and said, "Senior, although I wasn't born then, I was conscious. All your deeds were exaggerated by the later chieftains. At first, they said you were a hero who slaughtered countless Burning Legion, then Demigod, and then a True God. It's getting more and more outrageous. I'm afraid it won't be long before you become the creator of the universe."
The Tauren's soul said indifferently, "This is nothing new. I've lived here for ten thousand years and witnessed countless souls come and go. There was a Furbolg Empire that existed for less than three years, and their ancestors claimed to have created 108,000 universes. Anyway, it's all just boasting, the bigger the better."
Mela Gaoling watched coldly, a slight smirk playing on her lips, and said with obvious disdain:
"Blackhorn, I don't understand what you're trying to achieve by putting on this show? A filthy soul like you thinks you can make me believe that our ancestor Huln Highmountain is a fabrication? Let me tell you, you won't succeed. My reverence for our ancestor will never waver."
The Tauren spirit shrugged and said, "Look, this little girl firmly believes that I am indeed your ancestor Huln Highmountain. A chieftain once jumped off a cliff and saw my true face, which was recorded in the chieftain's annals."
Mela Gaoling's laughter grew increasingly sarcastic as she pulled the Chief's Tome from her bosom:
"I have thoroughly studied the chieftain's records, but I have never found any relevant record."
The Tauren's spirit sighed, "You're really not smart enough. Many chieftains have already seen through it, but they just don't say anything. Turn to the last page, connect the last word of each line, and see what it is."
The last page of the Chief's Book contains the secret text of ascension, Legendary have been passed down orally by Huln Highmountain. If one comprehends it, one can ascend to the status of True God.
However, the cipher text is obscure, poorly worded, and vaguely expressed, making it extremely difficult to understand.
The more incomprehensible, profound, and mysterious something is, the more attractive it becomes.
Throughout history, countless chieftains have become engrossed in these cryptic texts, attempting to comprehend the mysteries of the True God, only to waste their lives and squander their time.
Mela Gaoling suspiciously turned to the last page of the promotion cipher and connected the last word of each line.
"Huln Highmountain is fictional; don't believe it."
"This is impossible, this is a lie, you're deceiving me." Mela Gaoling abruptly threw the chieftain's tome on the ground, her fear as sharp as a venomous snake.
Huln Highmountain murmured, "The so-called promotion coded message has no profound meaning; it's just randomly composed words written to convey this message."
"Liar! I will never believe it, Ancestor Huln Highmountain! I am certain this is just a test for me, and I will never waver!" Mela Gaoling said, her brows furrowed and her conviction Steadfast.
Huln Highmountain shook his head. "This child is too stubborn. It's no good for the Tauren to have her Highmountain chieftain."
Blackhorn picked up the chieftain's tome, brushed off the dust, and returned it to Mela Highmountain, sighing helplessly.
"Warchief, please come with me, I have more evidence."
Blackhorn jumped off the cliff first, and Mela Highmountain, who had been slightly shaken, hesitated for a moment before jumping off as well.
Below the cliff lies a messy cave, the dwelling place of Huln Highmountain's spirit.
"This is a connection point between the real world and the Shadowlands, where souls can live for a long time," Huln Highmountain explained.
Mela Gaoling noticed a crystal ball and a small mirror.
The crystal ball contained countless skeletons lining both sides of the road. Blackhorn picked up the crystal ball, infused it with Shadow power, and the Burning Legion's skeletons vanished.
The crystal ball was activated again, and once more, bones covered the earth.
Blackhorn picked up the small mirror and pointed it at his pair of bull horns.
Mela Gaoling looked up and saw two towering bull horns faintly visible in the dark sky.
Huln Highmountain sat to one side and honestly confessed, "I won't hide it anymore. I obtained these two treasures by exchanging the soul of Tauren and a mysterious person."
Mela Gaoling still refused to believe it. "What an interesting farce. If our ancestor Huln Highmountain wasn't True God, why would he fabricate lies?"
Blackhorn said seriously:
"Sharing a common faith can unite the people against powerful enemies. The Highmountain Tauren's enemy is the Kobolds. Many chieftains know it's a lie, but they have to maintain it. Mela Highmountain, you are too young. This world is not so simple."
"You're telling me what to do!" Mela Highmountain roared angrily. "Without our ancestor Huln Highmountain, we would have been wiped out long ago."
"Don't you understand?" Blackhorn said patiently, "The legends of Huln Highmountain are important and can unite the people, but if you, as chieftain, believe in them, it will be a disaster. For Highmountain Tauren have survived by relying on their own strength, not by the protection of True God."
"I don't believe it, I won't listen, I won't listen."
Mela Gaoling sat on the ground, covering her ears.
Huln Highmountain said to Blackhorn, "Give her some time, she'll understand."
Blackhorn nodded and left this world with Mela Highmountain.
Mela Gaoling, looking utterly dejected, staggered back to her room, closed the door, and refused to see anyone.
The next morning, when Blackhorn woke up, he heard noises outside the door.
The guards of the Thunder Totem surrounded his residence.