"Her Majesty the Queen is watching you."
Cairne Bloodhoof fought valiantly to knock down a ghost philanthropist, raised his hoof and kicked the ghost philanthropist in the stomach, stomping on it several times until the philanthropist vomited green entrails.
These exceptionally gentlemanly Karazhan guards possess a skill that causes coins to rain down from the sky, which can even cause the Vrykul, who have no concept of money, to suffer a brief period of dizziness.
Cairne Bloodhoof didn't know which world these creatures came from; perhaps they were summoned by Medivh from the Twisting Nether, and their gentlemanly appearance was just a disguise.
He glanced at the orderly battle fought by Thrall's troops, advancing alongside Cairne's forces, supporting each other, and the two mages maintaining excellent teamwork.
Although he became Undead creature, Cairne's fighting instincts from his life remained, and he did not forget the rules of the Battlefield.
The Tauren and Centaurs have a blood feud spanning generations, constantly fighting for limited land.
Although the chieftainship of the Tauren belongs to the Bloodhoof family, Cairne's father had many sons, only the one who made the most contributions was qualified to inherit the position of Tauren Chieftain.
Cairne knew very well that the greatest skill on the Battlefield was not achieving merit or fighting bravely, but the skill of surviving.
Throughout his life, Cairne fought hundreds of battles, large and small, and by probability, he lost about half of them. The art of losing without dying is a great art.
"Her Majesty the Queen is watching you."
First, you must be able to back down and not provoke the stronger party.
Not far away, the Curator fought bravely. This enormous Construct continuously released balls of Lightning, and a group of Elemental shrouded in mist surrounded him, causing numerous casualties among the Undead Vrykul.
Cairne and Thrall, without prior arrangement, charged off in a direction far from the Curator.
On the Battlefield, the strongest on both sides will maintain a tacit understanding, and unless absolutely necessary, there will never be a scene of a duel between two strong opponents. This is an experience that Cairne has summarized from hundreds of battles.
Among Cairne's brothers were Tauren who were stronger and braver in battle, but they died young because they ignored this lesson in a moment of impulsiveness.
Cairne noticed that the Maiden of Virtue in the distance lacked this awareness and actually provoked Grom Hellscream. With each roar from the Mary, the powerful Power of the Holy Light forced Grommash Hellscream to retreat continuously.
Fortunately, Prince Malchezaar intervened and sent the Maiden of Virtue away. After exchanging a few casual blows with Grommash Hellscream, Prince Malchezaar withdrew, and Grommash Hellscream wisely did not pursue him.
Is there some kind of affair between Prince Malchezaar and the Maiden of Virtue? This is a love that transcends race!
"Her Majesty the Queen is watching you."
The annoying sound echoed in my ears again; it was Sylvanas's voice.
Cairne shook his massive bull head. The safest way to survive, of course, was to stand behind and oversee the battle like Sylvanas, with an Archmage by his side who could open Portal at any time.
Not far from Cairne and Thrall, Trestan Illhoof was intently summoning Imps.
A swarm of Imps spewed Flames, halting the spread of the Plague. The cunning Satyr appeared isolated and helpless, but Cairne knew very well that it was a trap. Anyone who tried to interrupt the spell would surely die an inexplicable death.
Fortunately, everyone present was an experienced person and saw through the trap at a glance.
Have you forgotten the hatred?
Strange, Sylvanas's echo has changed.
Cairne looked up in surprise and saw Gul'dan in the distance, his blood-red eyes staring at him with a sinister Evil smile.
"Have you forgotten who captured you and your sons, skinned you, turned you into beef hotpot, and used your bones to make the Cairne's Chair to humiliate you? Have you forgotten who was feasting on your flesh?"
How could we forget this immense humiliation?
Cairne will not forget his enemies; this was a conspiracy orchestrated by Thrall, Saurfang the Great, and Garrosh.
Cairne still remembers the whole story. Thrall first made an unreasonable request, one of the few lines Cairne had to stick to, which he sternly refused, directly leading to the deaths of Cairne and his children.
Afterwards, Thrall found a young Tauren from somewhere, claiming he was Cairne's Bastard Son, and had him inherit the position of Tauren Chieftain, but in reality he was just a puppet.
The minotaurs were skinned alive, writhed in agony, their screams still echoing in our ears. From that moment on, the Tauren never dared to speak of glory again.
How could I forget?
"But I have already promised Sylvanas that I will no longer dwell on my past life."
"Let bygones be bygones," Cairne thought.
Have you forgotten the pain you experienced after death?
Gul'dan's voice echoed in Cairne's ears once more.
A surge of grief and indignation welled up in Cairne's heart. It was a good thing he was Undead, otherwise he would surely be in tears.
Because he betrayed too many Tauren and became food for the Orcs, Earth Mother refused to forgive Cairne after his death and was unwilling to accept his soul.
His Restless Souls, guided by the Orcs Val'kyr, entered the mysterious Land of No Shadows, the ruins of that beautiful city.
"Look, isn't this our Warchief?" A group of Tauren Restless Souls approached, grinning maliciously.
Cairne was a great Tauren Warrior in life, but without a physical body, he lost his formidable fighting prowess and was easily subdued.
He was hung upside down on vines in the Land of No Shadows, where the vengeful Restless Souls of the Tauren who hated him devised all sorts of ways to torment this poor Tauren Chieftain, day and night.
Those days of hardship and misery taught Cairne that death is the beginning of suffering.
Then, the resurrection spot came up and happened to fall to a Tauren. Everyone knew it was a trap, so they gave the spot to Cairne.
To avoid endless torment, he had no choice but to accept it.
"Thrall!"
A surge of anger welled up in Cairne's heart, quickly growing into a monster that nearly dominated him.
"This is Gul'dan's dark magic; he's tempting us to kill each other. We can't let his plot succeed."
Cairne warned himself inwardly, glancing at Thrall beside him; he knew he could not seek revenge.
The Vrykul are numerous, far exceeding the minions of Karazhan, and they fight bravely.
The powerful warriors of Karazhan fought and retreated, from the front hall to the banquet hall, and then to the Opera House, leaving countless corpses in their wake. It was clear that Karazhan was on the verge of collapse.
"Earth Mother is protecting you."
The whispering suddenly changed; it became a gentle woman's voice.
Earth Mother?
Cairne's most tender spot was touched: Earth Mother, the Tauren's faith. Cairne, who only cared about pursuing power, had gone against Earth Mother's will and only regretted it after his death.
"Kill Thrall, condemn him to eternal death, and Earth Mother will embrace you once more."
That voice echoed in Cairne's mind again, tempting his heart.
Cairne couldn't help but glance at Thrall, gripping the Runed Spear tightly in his hand. Reason told him that this was likely a lie, and he needed to resist this immense temptation.
Don't look back, watch what's behind you.
Cairne's heart skipped a beat. He glanced behind him out of the corner of his eye and saw Thrall quietly approaching him.
Cairne suddenly realized that another rule of survival on the Battlefield was to prevent one's own strongmen from getting close behind.
The Tauren are also rife with internal conflicts and numerous factions. The position of the supreme Warchief, in particular, has always been one of bloodshed and ruthlessness, where it is commonplace for them to stab their own people in the back on the Battlefield.
Once someone is injured, the enemy general will definitely be willing to come and pick up the pieces.
Could it be...?
Cairne considered another possibility: Gul'dan couldn't have only bewitched him.
Thrall must also be under the spell of Gul'dan's dark magic; he wants to strike first. Sylvanas is some distance away and unaware of what's happening on the Battlefield, making this the perfect opportunity to strike.
"I've suffered oppression from Orcs for most of my life, am I to be betrayed by Thrall even after death? I refuse to accept this."
While fighting bravely, Cairne noticed Thrall approaching stealthily out of the corner of his eye.
It's getting closer, almost there, finally, the opportunity has arrived.
Cairne whirled around, his bull-like eyes blazing, and thrust his Runed Spear forward.