Cairne Bloodhoof felt the cold and sensed the change in the outside temperature, which puzzled him greatly, but also filled him with a sense of joy.
The Undead are usually without feelings and do not know warmth or cold.
Cairne's vision gradually cleared, and he saw a ferocious green-skinned Orcs with two extremely exaggerated fangs. These fangs were exceptionally sharp, like two short swords, with a faint metallic texture, and occasionally flashed with a cold light.
Why do Orcs grow a pair of steel fangs?
Look at that fierce face, those blood-red eyes, that familiar Evil smile.
"Gul'dan?" Cairne asked in surprise.
The "Gul'dan" in front of him revealed a smug smile.
"No, you're not Gul'dan." Cairne asked doubtfully, "You look similar, but not the same. You and Gul'dan are different. Yes, that's right. Why are you dressed as Gul'dan?"
Gul'dan's face immediately darkened, making his expression unusually stiff and unnatural. He placed aside the bowl of bubbling green liquid he had been holding in his right hand and asked:
"Tell me, in what way do I fall short of Gul'dan?" the man asked.
Cairne hesitated for a moment, then honestly replied, "Gul'dan's Evil is outwardly apparent. I had that feeling the first time I saw him. This Orcs has been thoroughly tainted by Evil, both inside and out. Although you've feigned Gul'dan's Evil, you're not like that at heart."
After a pause, Cairne looked around the cold dungeon and said nervously, "Gul'dan is merely Evil, but you are utterly inhuman."
"Haha, that's well said."
The man dressed as Gul'dan removed two fangs, which made him look much better.
"Cairne Bloodhoof, chieftain of the Tauren, you seem honest and simple, but you're actually quite cunning. Gul'dan promised to reward you with a Fel body; now that he's gone, I've fulfilled that promise for him."
Although he was firmly bound by chains, Cairne still felt that his body was full of explosive power.
Its mouth and nose occasionally emitted a Fel aura, and its eyes occasionally revealed a green light, but it was a real body of flesh and blood, something Cairne had longed for since becoming Undead.
"I expended my magic to rescue you from the shackles of Experiment Subject No. 001, so that you could replace Gul'dan. Although I am very dissatisfied with your Evil nature, there was really no other choice."
"Thrall, Saurfang, and Grommash Hellscream are all gone. Sylvanas has found a master. Vol'jin? He's just a schemer who goes with the flow, shrewd but lacking in courage, and he'll back down at the slightest setback. I've never liked Blood Elves. Goblins? What are they? You should understand, this is a great honor for you. From now on, you are Gul'dan of the Horde, you are Thrall, the Savior."
Cairne's face lit up with ecstasy, his bull-like eyes brimming with anticipation, and he almost couldn't help but moo a few times.
He desperately wanted this honor, dreaming of it constantly. Even in his lifetime, he plotted to replace Thrall and become the representative of the Burning Legion. The reason he was killed and eaten by Thrall was also related to the exposure of his ambition; he should have been more patient.
"Gul'dan was the first generation, Thrall was the second, and you, Cairne Bloodhoof, will be the third generation's representative of the Burning Legion in Azeroth’s Spokesman. Gul'dan is treacherous and cunning, his Evil is outwardly apparent, but he lacks restraint and is too blatant. Thrall is restrained enough, explosive in temper but not flamboyant, good at disguising himself, always speaking of honor and righteousness, saving the world. Unfortunately, his ambition is too great, yet he lacks wisdom. And you are not Evil enough, nor are you good at disguising yourself. What do you have, Cairne?"
"I possess a loyalty that none of them possess. You must believe me, great being," Cairne said obsequiously.
The man shook his head and said regretfully, "Loyalty isn't enough. What I need is madness, an unstoppable bull, leading the Horde to rampage across Azeroth, wantonly destroying everything in its path."
The mysterious man picked up the bowl of green liquid, pondered for a while, and then added a little blood-red liquid to it. The bubbling liquid turned into a bowl of jelly-like substance.
Then, the mysterious man took out a tiny red worm and put it inside. The worm split wildly in the bowl, quickly becoming a blurry, disgusting mass, like a constantly wriggling ball of thread.
"Drink, Cairne Bloodhoof, this is your true Destiny."
The man grabbed Cairne's chin and poured the disgusting skewer of worms from the bowl into Cairne's mouth.
Suddenly!
Cairne's bull-like eyes widened suddenly, revealing an extremely crazed look. His already massive body began to swell, his muscles expanding as if inflated, his bones cracking as they became thick and powerful.
His horns grew continuously, branching out and becoming as sharp as swords, and a pair of sharp fangs protruded from his lips, protruding from his mouth.
Behind him, the bull's tail grew wildly, becoming a long, thick tail as thick as that of Pit Lord.
Cairne roared and broke free of the chains binding him.
"Not bad, not bad, this is exactly what I wanted." The mysterious man nodded in satisfaction, then grinned maliciously, clearly dissatisfied.
"Gul'dan's unexpected death has made the future uncertain, and our original script has been altered. Cairne Bloodhoof, the triumphant Tauren Chieftain, return home! Take revenge on your enemies, avenge those beasts who insulted you and trampled your dignity, make them pay the price in blood, and savor the vengeance of a herd of Bloodlust mad bulls."
Cairne let out a howl, no longer a moo like a wild beast, but a true roar of a ferocious animal.
"We Tauren are not cows; from now on, we will eat meat too."
Cairne whispered in a low, frantic voice.
The sun shone brightly, the sky was cloudless, and the sky was as pure as a sapphire. Thunder Bluff remained calm and peaceful.
Inside the golden tent of the Tauren Chieftain, Chieftain Baine Bloodhoof lay drowsy on his throne.
For Baine Bloodhoof, keeping a low profile, enduring hardship, and avoiding conflict is the way of life for Tauren. He must learn from the lessons of his predecessor Cairne Bloodhoof.
He regularly provided a certain amount of Tauren as food for Orcs, Forsaken, and Trolls, but otherwise remained indifferent to everything else.
He wouldn't question who the Horde's Warchief was; he would only offer his loyalty.
A lot has happened to the Alliance and the Horde recently: Medivh and his mother are in trouble; Thrall and Saurfang seem to have been replaced; Vol'jin's power is more secure; and King Varian of the Alliance seems to have been sidelined.
Who cares? Just focus on being a good chieftain and honestly providing the Horde with Meat Cattle.
Perhaps we should also develop a milk-providing business to win Horde the tribal leaders.
Baine Bloodhoof suddenly remembered that at a banquet, Vol'jin had mentioned that he really liked Tauren. Should he cater to his tastes and give him a few gentle and beautiful heifers?
Mulgore, the territory of the Tauren, has been relatively quiet lately.
However, a mysterious little insect was discovered in the Tauren's water sources, in the underground wells and mountain springs.
The red worms were as thin as hairs and crooked. The Shaman went to see them and said they were just harmless parasites and there was no need to pay attention to them.
Isn't it normal for Tauren to have parasites on their skin and inside their bodies?
Baine Bloodhoof yawned and scratched himself boredly. He'd been having nightmares lately, which seemed like bad omens, and he was wondering if he should consult Shaman to interpret them.