"Baine, you cruel the Betrayer, bloodthirsty executioner, how many Tauren have you personally dismembered, how many of your own kind have you murdered, your hands are stained with the blood of your own kind. Today is your death day, you must pay the price for your crimes."
Cairne Bloodhoof, this unusually robust old bull, spews green Flames from its nostrils, its blood-red eyes wide open, its massive tail pounding the ground behind it, both ferocious and mad.
Baine, who thought he was in a dream, wasn't afraid of Cairne. After all, it wasn't the first time he'd seen the former Warchief in a nightmare, so he was prepared and mocked him with his prepared remarks:
"Warchief Cairne, wasn't it you who fed the Tauren to the Orcs? Back then, I was just an ordinary Tauren; I was lucky not to be eaten by the Orcs. What right do you have to criticize me?"
"Shut up, you despicable, shameless scoundrel, treacherous tomb raider! You have no right to inherit the position of Warchief. Only our noble Bloodhoof family is qualified to betray the Tauren."
At this moment, Cairne Bloodhoof was somewhat insane and lacked rationality; otherwise, he wouldn't have uttered such shameless words. Of course, he didn't need to worry about any repercussions; with the Red Nematodes controlling him, the loyalty of his subordinates was beyond doubt.
"Hehe!"
Baine let out a mocking laugh. Cairne's death was shrouded in mystery, and although most Tauren didn't know the truth, they could all connect it to the Orcs.
Thrall, Garrosh, even if his head were trampled a hundred times by Kodo, would never allow Cairne's son to inherit the position of Tauren Chieftain.
"Warchief Cairne, your shamelessness leaves me speechless. I thought you were a great warrior, but when I dismembered you, you begged me so lowly for a quick death. I'm in a real bind. If you breathe your last before I finish dissecting you, I'll be punished."
"How beautiful your cries of agony still echo in my ears! And your sons, how arrogant and disdainful they were, running rampant in Thunder Bluff, oppressing their own kind, committing countless atrocities. You were more despicable than those cruel Orcs. I am glad I could cut you and your sons to pieces, not a single piece of flesh connecting to bone. Do you remember all this, Warchief Cairne? Even as Restless Souls, I fear not you. Though I too betrayed the Tauren, at least I did better than you."
"My poor sons, I have wronged you." Cairne's eyes were filled with tears, and red tears fell like raindrops. "Now, I will avenge you, Baine, I will devour you."
Cairne Bloodhoof, acting like a madman, charged forward and grabbed Baine's shoulder tightly.
"Wow, Cairne so fast! How can he be this fast? I must be dreaming."
Baine didn't care at all; nightmares always end. Compared to Cairne's distorted and towering body, Baine seemed incredibly small. He stared at Cairne's Demons and hideous face, waiting for the nightmare to end.
Cairne opened his blood-red maw, revealing a set of teeth as sharp as short daggers, and bit down hard on Baine's shoulder, tearing off a large chunk of flesh. Blood dripped from the wound, and Cairne chewed it greedily before swallowing it quickly.
"It hurts so much! Why does it hurt so much in my dream? I want to wake up!" Baine was sweating profusely from the pain and struggled desperately, but unfortunately, he was no match for Cairne's strength, especially since Warchief Cairne had already obtained Demons power.
"Tauren eat meat too,"
Cairne, his face contorted with blood and a ferocious expression, bit down on Baine's neck again, tearing off an even larger piece of flesh.
"No, no, spare me!"
Baine realized something was wrong. He was now fully awake and realized this wasn't a dream. He couldn't understand why Cairne, who had been dead for so long, would appear before him.
"Your wailing and begging for mercy disgust me. I will devour you piece by piece, Baine, you traitor! Your dream of replacing the great Bloodhoof family is wishful thinking."
Cairne Bloodhoof chewed on Baine's flesh, biting and munching away.
Baine screamed in pain, but he couldn't lose consciousness because he had lost too much blood and his consciousness was gradually fading. He suddenly noticed a red threadworm in his flesh.
"It turns out that Warchief Cairne, who has returned from the dead, has become a monster, and he wants to turn all the Tauren into monsters."
This was Chief Baine's last thought.
Cairne Bloodhoof, his face covered in blood, emerged from the Tauren Chieftain's golden tent, carrying Baine's head in his hand. A large number of Tauren had already gathered outside the tent; almost all the Tauren from Thunder Bluff were there.
The Tauren had bloodshot eyes and red worms crawling in and out of their skin. They were as insane and ruthless as Cairne. A powerful, bloody aura gathered together, and Thunder Bluff was shrouded in a bloody mist.
Cairne Bloodhoof raised Baine's head and proclaimed loudly:
"That imposter Warchief is dead. I, Cairne Bloodhoof, have returned."
The numerous Tauren cheered loudly.
Cairne Bloodhoof's face twisted in a grimace as he roared, "I trusted Thrall so much back then, but he treated us with the most despicable means, using us as rations, laborers, and cannon fodder. Now we'll show the Orcs that we Tauren also eat meat, and make them pay for Orcs crimes in blood. Now we are the masters!"
"Blood for blood! Blood for blood!" the multitude of Tauren shouted in unison, wave after wave.
"Tauren, take up your weapons! The time for revenge has come! March on, Orgrimmar!"
Magatha Grimtotem was not far from Thunder Bluff, hidden in a small valley. She listened to the wind, which carried to her the mad roar of Thunder Bluff.
Unlike Baine, Cairne at least allowed Magatha to live in Thunder Bluff. Baine turned a blind eye to the Grimtotem, Baine Magatha cooperated fully, targeting only Orcs with her destructive actions.
Upon discovering red nematodes in the water source, Magatha, the oldest of the Tauren, was the first to realize something was wrong.
Unfortunately, it was too late when she wanted to take action. All she could do was save those around her, and only those with milder symptoms.
Dozens of strong Tauren were tied to a long row of wooden stakes. These were Tauren infected with Bloodline worms. Magatha prayed faithfully to Earth Mother and concocted a medicine.
This special potion can kill the Bloodline worms inside the body, but it also causes great suffering to the Tauren. Almost half of them don't survive and die. Magatha didn't want this to happen, but she had no choice.
"Cairne Bloodhoof has returned from the world of the dead, bringing immense power to the Tauren, whether it brings hope or destruction remains to be seen."
Magatha felt increasingly lost. As Prophet of the Tauren, she occasionally received guidance from the Earth Mother. She clearly remembered that the Earth Mother's guidance was very clear: she refused to let the Tauren join the Horde.
But now, Earth Mother's revelation is not so clear.
Chaos is approaching.
"Unfortunately, Cairne was blinded by power, which led him to make that choice. Now, all I can do is preserve a small portion of the Tauren's bloodline so they don't perish along with Cairne."
After taking Magatha's potion and enduring intense and painful struggles, the surviving Tauren looked gratefully at this Tauren Prophet.
"Cross the Great Sea to the Eastern Kingdoms, and never return."
Magatha said so.