"Little girl, you're really smart. I underestimated her. No wonder she was chosen as the chief."
Blackhorn smiled bitterly, understanding everything. He straightened his clothes, pushed open the door, and walked out.
Outside the door stood the chief Spiritwalker, Gray Sky Highmountain, followed by a large group of guards with Thunder Totems.
Gray Sky Highmountain was a robust Tauren, dressed in magnificent priestly robes, his eyes filled with disdain.
"Blackhorn, how dare you blaspheme the great ancestor Huln Highmountain! Your end has come!"
Blackhorn did not resist and raised his hands to surrender.
Gray Sky Highmountain punched Blackhorn hard in the face, grinning and cursing:
"Blasphemer, what else do you have to say?"
Blackhorn didn't look at the chief Spiritwalker, but instead looked at the guards behind him and said loudly:
"I'll only warn you once: don't count on Huln Highmountain. Escape to Neltharion's Lair; that's the only way for the Highmountain Tauren to survive."
Gray Sky Highmountain delivered another powerful punch:
"Besides blaspheming our ancestor Huln Highmountain, you dare to mislead the people? Our ancestor Huln Highmountain protects us, what is Black Dragon anyway?"
Several guards stepped forward, bound Blackhorn with rattan, and pushed him forward.
Gray Sky Highmountain coldly announced:
"The Warchief has successfully communicated with the ancestor Huln Highmountain. With the ancestor's protection, the Orcs are no match for him, Highmountain is safe. The Warchief has decreed that the blasphemer Blackhorn must be executed immediately."
At the foot of the mountain north of Thunder Totem, Blackhorn was tied to a pillar.
The guards brought in a large amount of dry firewood and piled it beside him.
Gray Sky Highmountain, holding a torch, personally lit the dry wood, watching the Blackhorn in the raging flames:
"What an idiot. May you be a smart Tauren in your next life."
The Flames roared, and from the crimson inferno, a Fireball suddenly rose up, scattering sparks everywhere.
Everyone quickly covered their eyes, and no one noticed that the Blackhorn on the pillar had disappeared.
Upon learning that Chief Meera Highmountain had successfully communicated with their ancestor Huln Highmountain, the Highmountain Tauren sang and danced, praising their great chief and their Invincible ancestor.
Everyone assumed the Lightforging Orcs army had withdrawn, but a few days later, when 100,000 Lightforging Orcs surrounded Thunder Totem, the Highmountain Tauren were dumbfounded.
When they went to find Warchief Meera Highmountain, she had vanished, along with several noble Spiritwalker.
In Neltharion's Lair, a chilly wind blew in from some unknown corner, causing Mela Highmountain to shiver and pull her clothes tighter around herself.
"As a chieftain, one should protect the Highmountain Tauren and have the responsibility to lead one's people in brave battle. What has made the Highmountain Tauren have such a foolish idea?"
Mela Gaoling smiled smugly:
"Tov Stomphoof, 'Don't you think they're a bunch of idiots? Morons?'"
Tov Stomphoof and followed behind Mela Gaoling, praising:
"Warchief is wise; how can ordinary Tauren compare to your foresight?"
Mela Gaoling's lips curled up slightly:
"The Highmountain Tauren are like wild grass on the mountain. When the Orcs come, we harvest a large number of them. They can't be killed off. In a few decades, they can reproduce in large numbers, crying and begging us Highmountain Family members to take over as chieftains. They think they can gain the protection of their ancestor Huln Highmountain. How naive and laughable."
Several Spiritwalker followed behind, with Gray Sky Highmountain among them, his eyebrows dancing with excitement:
"When the Orcs come, running away is the right thing to do. To fight them to the death is foolish. The Warchief is wise, just like our ancestors."
Mela Gaoling laughed heartily:
"The Highmountain Family has served as chieftains of the Highmountain Tauren for generations. Abandoning our people and fleeing in times of crisis is a fine tradition of our family. Who told these idiots to be so forgetful? Oh, right, Tov Stomphoof, where are we going for our vacation!"
Tov Stomphoof and said meekly, "Pandaria has a simple and honest people, Pandaren have superb cooking skills, making it the best vacation destination. Of course, we cannot go there Highmountain Tauren; we must disguise ourselves as Yaungol. Chieftain, please rest assured, I have already made preparations."
I trust you to handle things.
Mela Highmountain chuckled, "Neltharion's Lair holds a vast Wealth, accumulated over many years by our Highmountain Family, and of course, with the help of everyone here. It's enough for us to live a life of luxury for ten thousand years. The Highmountain Tauren have been slaughtered by the Orcs. We'll go to Pandaria to enjoy the sun, beaches, and delicious food. Just thinking about it is exciting!"
The Neltharion's Lair has a complex terrain, containing countless traps and secret passages, and especially its eerie Shadow Energy, which has caused the deaths of countless adventurers.
The Highmountain Family are direct descendants of Huln Highmountain and have a close relationship with the Black Dragonflight.
Ten thousand years ago, Deathwing ceded one of the caves to the Highmountain Family.
Mela Highmountain knew the layout of the traps and had the key to the secret door, so she successfully avoided the traps and entered the lair.
As Blackhorn said, if Meera Highmountain led her people into Neltharion's Lair for refuge, the Orcs would not be able to break in.
There are ample food reserves here, enough to last for several years.
But Mela Highmountain was unwilling to reveal the secret of the lair, after all, it was the guarantee that the Highmountain Family would serve as the Warchief.
Having opened three hidden doors, Mela Highmountain headed towards the secret Booty Bay.
When she was very young, Mela Gaoling came here with her father.
For ten thousand years, the Minotaur ruled the Highmountain Tauren, and successive chieftains plundered the people, leaving behind astonishing Wealth.
Standing before the heavy stone gate of the treasure vault, Mela Highmountain entered a magical incantation to unlock the bloodline lock.
The bloodline lock accepted Mela Gaoling, and the lock cylinder began to turn. Mela Gaoling excitedly said:
"I can't wait to enjoy the sun and beaches, Pandaria, here I come!"
The heavy stone door opened, revealing a vast treasure trove large enough to hold a mountain.
But the place was completely empty. Mela Highmountain stood there dumbfounded, while the Spiritwalker behind her stared in disbelief.
"Mera Gaoling, we need an explanation."
The Spiritwalker, led by Gray Sky Highmountain, surrounded Mela Highmountain.
Mela Gaoling's legs went weak, and she sat down directly on the ground:
"That's impossible. No one but our family can open the treasure vault."
Gray Sky Highmountain said coldly, "All of this can only mean that you transferred your Wealth. Don't even think about hiding it. Tell me, where did you hide it?"
Mela Gaoling, her face contorted with grief, suddenly seemed to remember something:
"Listen to me, everyone. The Thunder Totem Wealth here can't hold it all. No one can move it all away, unless..."
"Unless what?" Gray Sky Highmountain agreed with Mela Ridge's opinion and coldly questioned.
"Black Dragon, it must be Black Dragonflight." Mela Gaoling's mind cleared instantly. "Everyone, check the surroundings for any traces, like Black Dragon claw marks."
The group quickly dispersed to search for clues, and just as Mela Gaoling had guessed, they soon found a lead.
There were huge claw marks on the ground, indicating that an adult Black Dragon had passed by just a few days ago, based on the traces.
"Didn't the Black Dragonflight already withdraw from Azeroth?" Gray Sky Highmountain asked curiously.
Tov Stomphoof and discovered a stone platform with a red button on it.
"What is this?" Mela Gaoling leaned closer to take a look, and pressed the button out of curiosity.
"Stop!" Gray Sky Highmountain shouted, but it was too late.
The stone platform shimmered with strange magical patterns, and everyone felt a sudden dizziness.
"Mass Teleport." Mela Highmountain understood the magic.