Baine sent for the Shaman Rama Cloudsong, a Tauren elder whom Baine trusted.
In fact, Baine wasn't particularly concerned about dreams; he was merely seeking psychological comfort, and the understanding Rama Yungo was undoubtedly the best choice.
"Revered Chief, may Earth Mother forever be with you."
Despite being a mother of seven, Rama Yung-ge still possesses an elegant figure and refined demeanor. She respectfully bowed to Baine and then began to sing and dance.
"Great Chieftain Baine, you are the pride of Thunder Bluff, you are an immortal mountain, your strong arms protect the Tauren, your sharp horns can pierce any enemy, your powerful hooves can shatter the bones of your foe, the Tauren are honored by your greatness, Thunder Bluff is fortunate to have you."
That's a beautiful song. Baine likes such an obedient subordinate. In Thunder Bluff, many Tauren are outwardly respectful, but in private they look down on Baine, believing that a nobody like him has no right to inherit the position of Warchief.
"Rama Cloudsong, my loyal friend." Baine Bloodhoof scratched his head habitually and said, "I've been having nightmares these past few days—oh, not nightmares, but rather an awakening, a sign."
Baine tried to be tactful, saying that in his dream he saw Cairne Bloodhoof transformed into a terrifying Demons, seeking revenge and demanding blood for blood, but he couldn't explain it to Rama Cloudsong in that way.
"I dreamt of Cairne Bloodhoof, the Warchief. He comforted me and insisted that I lead the Tauren in the fight for Azeroth. He said my future was limitless, but warned me of the impending dangers. Yes, under my leadership, the Tauren achieved unprecedented glory, but I feel I haven't done enough."
Rama Yunge looked surprised. Although she realized her lapse in composure and tried her best to hide it, Baine still noticed her unusual expression and asked curiously, "Why do you have that expression?"
The "loyal" Shaman Tauren hesitated for a moment, his expression shifting slightly, before slowly saying:
"Great Chieftain, this is an auspicious sign. The reason I am puzzled is that many Tauren have come to me to confess their sins in Thunder Bluff. They prayed that I communicate with Earth Mother, and coincidentally, they all dreamed of Warchief Cairne and received some enlightenment. Indeed, Warchief Cairne is very supportive of you. To be honest, I have also dreamed of Warchief Cairne several times these past few days. He told me that you are the greatest Tauren Chieftain in history."
Baine felt a chill run down his spine. Although he maintained a calm demeanor on the surface, he was inwardly panicked.
It's obvious that Rama Yungo lied, and those who came to her for confession were probably not having a good dream.
Just as Baine himself lied, it was predictable that the people of Thunder Bluff would dream of Cairne's revenge against them—a bloody and terrifying revenge.
The fact that multiple people share the same dream is definitely not a coincidence, but rather an omen, or even a warning. After all, Azeroth is a world teeming with mysterious forces and possesses a high level of energy.
"Warchief Baine, this is a good sign. Warchief Cairne undoubtedly returned to Earth Mother's embrace. He is watching over us, protecting us, and he is proud of you."
Rama Yunge's tone was extremely respectful and devout, as if it were the truth.
Baine knew very well that he couldn't hear Rama Yunge speak the truth.
In Thunder Bluff, everyone hates Baine. Just like Rama Cloudsong, five of her seven children either died in battle or became food for Orcs and Forsaken.
Lama Cloudsong was clever; she sent her youngest son to the Grimtotem to preserve a bloodline for her family. Although her attitude was extremely flattering, she must have hated the Tauren Warchief before her.
"Warchief, you need not worry. With Thrall leading our Horde, and the Warchief Vol'jin, the benevolent and loving Sylvanas, the valiant High Saurfang the Great, and of course, you, the great Warchief Baine, our Horde will surely prosper and become the Overlord of Azeroth."
Baine knew what Rama Yunge was trying to say, and he waved his hand weakly, saying:
"You may leave."
Lamar Yunge left respectfully, while Baine sat listlessly on the chieftain's throne, looking utterly dejected.
To the Tauren of Thunder Bluff, Baine's rise to chieftainship was highly suspicious.
His father was a Tauren Warrior who opposed the cooperation between Tauren and Orcs. He even launched a coup to force Cairne to change his mind. The coup failed, and the entire faction was slaughtered by Cairne Bloodhoof.
Because of his father, Baine was disliked by his tribe from a young age. In order to survive, he became a thief, a very rare profession among the Tauren.
Typical thieves engage in activities such as theft, lock picking, ambush, and assassination.
Baine, however, was no ordinary thief; he was a highly skilled tomb raider.
Generally, tomb raiders prefer ancient tombs to steal the burial objects inside.
Baine specializes in robbing new tombs for the fresh corpses inside. He is also skilled at making cured meat; without robbing tombs, he cannot fill his stomach.
Until one day, Baine robbed the tomb of a Tauren general's wife, was caught red-handed, and the general beat him up and sent him to Orgrimmar to be used as food for the Orcs.
Fortunately, Baine was sent to Thrall's banquet, and his opportunity had arrived.
Before Thrall and Saurfang the Great, the two most powerful Orcs, Baine displayed an extremely skillful butchering technique.
This stemmed from his years of dissecting Tauren corpses, earning him praise from Thrall and Saurfang the Great —a rare instance of consensus between the two Orcs leaders.
From then on, Baine stayed by Thrall's side, specializing in dissecting cattle. As he performed more and more dissections, his skills improved and became increasingly refined. At a banquet, even Chieftain Cairne Bloodhoof had to praise him.
"A son should be like Baine."
"That's what Cairne Bloodhoof said."
Thrall gave Baine a wink, Baine immediately understood, promptly Cairne as his godfather.
Cairne Bloodhoof's face was grim; he was a hundred times unwilling, but he had no choice but to agree.
Because he gained the favor of both Thrall and Saurfang the Great, Baine's status rose higher and higher. He went from being Cairne's godson to Bastard Son bastard son, and finally to his biological son, becoming the undisputed heir to the next Warchief.
After the deaths of Cairne Bloodhoof and his sons, rumors spread that Baine Bloodhoof was an Imp who watched his father and brothers being eaten by Orcs, yet dared not speak out against it, and was both timid and weak.
But that's not the truth. Baine felt extremely wronged. He had no blood relation to Cairne Bloodhoof. If there was any relation, it was that of a father who had killed his father.
Sleepy.
Baine felt like he was having another nightmare, and it felt so real.
He saw Cairne Bloodhoof stride into the chieftain's golden tent. The Cairne Bloodhoof before him was even stronger than in life, his thick horns like clusters of blades, his sharp fangs protruding from his lips, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous red light, and a terrifying tail trailing behind him.
Baine's most loyal guards stood behind Cairne Bloodhoof, their exposed skin writhing with tiny red worms, their faces twisted and grotesque, reflecting the same madness as Cairne Bloodhoof.
Although he was scared half to death, Baine told himself this.
"What a terrible nightmare, how do I wake up?"