Eitrigg and Rend Blackhand ascended the Orgrimmar City.
Outside the city gate, a large group of black-haired Tauren had gathered, tall and robust.
Its blood-red eyes exhaled a dark aura, and it was three times the size of an ordinary Tauren.
Eitrigg was startled; he had never seen such a powerful bullhead.
"What kind of creature is that? It looks like Undead."
Rend Blackhand warned, "Mulgore has been Corruption by the Plague. Could it be that the Tauren have mutated?"
Eitrigg's eyes darted around. "Something's not right. The Scourge Undead mostly Ghouls and the like; very few can maintain their true form. Look at them; they're not like the Undead I know."
Beneath the city walls, the Tauren Chieftain Rom, brandishing his Scarlet Runed Spear, taunted Etri.
"I've heard that all the Warchiefs of the Horde are warriors. What, are you hiding like a coward, refusing to come out? Eitrigg, you're not Thrall after all."
Eitrigg was furious. He noticed that these strange Tauren, though strong, lacked weapons and armor.
The Lightforging Orcs that the Army of the Light provided him with were fully equipped.
"Damn Tauren, don't they know that the Holy Light is the bane of death? Order the Lightforging Orcs to battle!"
Eitrigg sent out a contingent of Lightforging Orcs to launch a probing attack.
The Lightforging Orcs possessed unquestionable loyalty, and as soon as the city gates opened, they roared and charged into the Tauren battle formation.
Unfortunately, these Tauren not only tripled in height, but their defense and strength were also enhanced.
The sharp Battle Axe struck the Tauren, but was blocked by the black fur covering his body.
The Tauren grinned, lowered his head, grabbed the Orcs's head, and twisted it gently, causing blood to gush out.
The thousands of Lightforging Orcs sent out were wiped out in less than a quarter of an hour, and not a single Tauren was injured.
Eitrigg was stunned and hurriedly ordered his men to close the city gates tightly. These Tauren were invincible, but thankfully they had no siege equipment.
Unexpectedly, Eitrigg encountered such a predicament so soon after assuming the Warchief, leaving him extremely anxious.
Night fell, and darkness enveloped Orgrimmar.
Rend Blackhand climbed out of the window and cautiously Stealth into an inconspicuous inn in the Drag.
The inn's sign was dilapidated and emitted a foul stench; even the poorest adventurer would not want to stay in such a place.
Upon entering, the store was in a mess, with trash scattered everywhere on the floor.
The filthy innkeeper looked up at Rend and led the way to a storage room.
The floorboards were opened, revealing a dark passageway.
Following the winding passage downwards, a hidden world unfolds inside: a spacious room, decorated in a magnificent and opulent style.
The roaring campfire illuminated three faces.
Guardian Medivh of the Moon Goddess Emissary, Magni Bronzebeard.
Rend knelt on the ground, head bowed, not daring to look at the three of them.
"Rend Blackhand greets the three lords."
The Emissary messenger spoke first, asking, "Rend, you work for Eitrigg, what do you think of his abilities?"
Rend replied tactfully:
"Your Emissary, Eitrigg is adept at tormenting people, having given Thrall a hard time, but he lacks experience in handling political affairs and needs some time."
Medivh scoffed, "Has Eitrigg been wasting his life for decades? There's no time left for him. I've said it before, he's not fit to be Warchief."
Magni Bronzebeard disagreed. "The Warchief of the Horde must be a reliable person, Eitrigg has been diligent and conscientious all these years; I don't see anyone more suitable than him."
The Emissary frowned. "Whether Eitrigg is suitable Warchief can be put aside for now. The most important thing right now is this group of Tauren with mysterious origins. The Kobold issue hasn't been resolved yet, and now there's this New Lich King, Chen Stormstout, and now mutated Tauren have appeared."
Medivh tentatively asked, "I've heard that Rom inherited the Runed Spear of Emperor Deathhoof. It's rumored that Emperor Deathhoof was a figure from a thousand years ago. Does Your Emissary know anything about this?"
The Emissary glanced at him and replied, "How would I know about things that happened a thousand years ago?"
Magni Bronzebeard calmly stated, "I've studied these Tauren; they're infected with a mysterious Plague, completely different from the Undead Scourge I've ever encountered."
The Emissary, expressionless, said, "I received enlightenment from the Moon Goddess; the Tauren Plague can be purified, but one thing is needed."
"What?" Medivh asked.
"Tear of Elune".
The Night Elves reclaimed the Temple of the Moon, but Tyrande was in a bad mood and locked herself in her room.
The Moon Goddess was rebuilt, but the Night Elves ' faith in Moon Goddess could not be restored.
When the three Emissary, Medivh and Magni Bronzebeard, arrived, Tyrande didn't even bother to dress up and met them with her bare face.
"This is Osmanthus Cake I made myself. Please, all three of you, try it," Tyrande said absentmindedly.
Medivh picked up the Osmanthus Cake in front of him, smelled an unusual odor, and asked in confusion:
How long has this Osmanthus Cake been here?
Tyrande shook her head, thought for a while, and said, "I don't remember. I haven't made Osmanthus Cake in the last hundred years."
Magni hurriedly spat out the Osmanthus Cake in his mouth and went to the side to vomit.
The Emissary, munching on Osmanthus Cake with a nonchalant air, calmly asked, "Tyrande, have you heard of Thunder Bluff?"
"You mean those mutated Tauren?" Tyrande stretched lazily. "Horde matters are naturally handled by the Horde. I'm tired and need to rest."
"Tyrande."
The Emissary said sternly, "Rom has obtained the legacy of Emperor Deathhoof and forged Undead Legion. Aren't you worried?"
Tyrande became slightly serious, tidied her messy hair, and after a long while asked:
Who is the Emperor Deathhoof?
Medivh looked surprised. "Tyrande, Emperor Deathhoof was a legendary figure from over a thousand years ago. You should remember him."
Tyrande said unhappily, "My memory is excellent. I remember all the Tauren Chieftains of Mulgore, but I've never heard of this person."
Magni shouted, "Impossible! The Tauren's description of Emperor Deathhoof is very clear: he once destroyed 130,000 kingdoms and slaughtered 18 billion lives!"
Tyrande's eyes flickered, as if she had remembered something, and she nodded:
"Now that you mention it, I do remember. Over a thousand years ago, there was a Tauren Bards on Mount Hyjal who was a very talented writer, mostly about romantic and poignant love stories. He was very popular. In his later years, he wrote a novel called 'The Death's Hoof and Mushrooms.' Legend Legendary the Hoof of Death is the son of Earth Mother and rules over an Undead Legion."
"You mean, the Emperor Deathhoof is a character from a novel?" the Emissary asked in surprise.
Tyrande nodded and smiled:
"That's right, that book was a bestseller back then. I remember having a copy in my collection. Wait a minute."
Tyrande turned and left, returning shortly afterward with a yellowed hardcover book.
The Night Elves have a way of preserving books, and this book remains perfectly preserved even after a thousand years.
Medivh and flipped through a few pages. It matched what Tyrande had said, and he turned pale with anger.
Magni muttered to himself, "Why with mushrooms? What does 'mushrooms' mean?"
The Emissary coughed and announced loudly, "Although Emperor Deathhoof is an imposter, the Moon Goddess has decreed that the Tear of Elune are needed to purify the Thunder Bluff Tauren."