"Sylvanas, you mean that rotting, stinking corpse?" Cairne raised his voice, his booming voice deafening.
Cairne has always looked down on Sylvanas, considering her nothing more than an opportunist and a treacherous villain.
In the talented Horde, Sylvanas was originally low-key and obedient, like a kitten. But after conquering Icecrown Citadel and the Forsaken's strength increased significantly, she became arrogant and disdainful of everyone, especially enjoying eating Tauren.
Moreover, Cairne's soul once fell into Sylvanas's hands and became her subordinate.
This humiliating experience haunted Cairne no matter what; it remained a permanent wound in his heart.
A broad smile spread across Gallywix's plump face.
"Warchief, you need not worry. How can Sylvanas compare to the Invincible you? You are a towering mountain, while she is but a humble blade of grass. Imp Vol'jin has offered generous terms; from this day forward, you will be ranked only after the Savior Thrall and Warchief Vol'jin. Thrall, heh heh, you understand, he can no longer hold power; he's merely a symbol. In the Horde, you are second only to him."
Cairne was very clear about the Horde's rules: the higher an individual's ranking in the Horde, the more say they had and the more benefits they could secure for their tribe.
Previously, Cairne's ranking was very low, even lower than that of the Blood Elf traitor Lor'themar Theron, which had once made him feel extremely humiliated, Gallywix continued.
"Vol'jin is old. Orgrimmar suffered heavy losses in this battle, especially the Orcs Legions. Decades of hard work were destroyed in an instant. Vol'jin is clearly no longer suitable to be the Horde of the Warchief. So who can be the Warchief? Who else can lead our Horde to prosperity, slaughter Azeroth, turn the world into a river of blood, and make all living beings wail in misery? Can it be that woman, Sylvanas? It can only be you, the Invincible Cairne Bloodhoof."
Gallywix spoke animatedly and eloquently about Vol'jin's series of promises, including recognizing Tauren and Orcs as equals, opening up trade in Thunder Bluff, and allowing Tauren to purchase weapons and armor.
Tauren will be Horde alongside Orcs as the first race in the Horde, with even Trolls ranking slightly lower.
From then on, the Horde no longer allowed the consumption of Tauren, and the main diet became that of obese Pandaren. In any case, the Pandaren considered it an honor to be eaten by the Horde, and they flocked to Orgrimmar in droves.
Of course, there aren't enough Pandaren.
Later, the Horde's menu also included Centaurs and Quilboars, and occasionally a few Night Elves.
Centaurs and Quilboar are both omnivores with extremely fast reproduction rates, which can satisfy the Horde's demand for meat. Tauren will become the main force in hunting Centaurs.
Cairne listened attentively. Vol'jin's promise must have been discussed with the Orcs high command and was the result of joint deliberation. The Tauren's status had been greatly elevated, which could be considered a sign of great sincerity.
But there was one thing Cairne was not satisfied with.
"Warchief, I must become the Warchief of the Horde!" Cairne roared, his massive body swaying, Flames spewing from his mouth and nose, his expression menacing.
"Listen, little Goblin, tell that damned Vol'jin that unless I become Horde the Warchief, I will storm Orgrimmar, tear his bones apart with my own hands, and slaughter his Darkspear Horde to the last drop."
Gallywix looked quite troubled, blinked his small eyes, and patiently explained:
"Warchief, why are you in such a hurry? The Horde Warchief will be yours sooner or later. Just wait a little longer, allow some time for maneuver. Our Horde has always revered the strong. Vol'jin's small frame is no match for you. Only the bravest of you is qualified to be our Horde's leader."
Cairne stubbornly shook his massive head, his tone resolute:
"I will absolutely not back down. I must become the Warchief of the Horde immediately, or war will be the only option, a fight to the death. Don't underestimate the Tauren Chieftain who has returned from the dead. I can share the Blood-red Threadworms within me with the Quilboars, and even the Centaurs. They would all be willing to become my Servants and fight for me."
Gallywix was horrified upon hearing this, as it was exactly what Vol'jin had feared.
The Undead Tauren Legion is already giving Orgrimmar a lot of trouble; if you add countless undead Quilboars and ferocious undead Centaurs to the mix, Orgrimmar will be crushed sooner or later.
Unable to fathom the Tauren Chieftain's true intentions, Gallywix could only reply helplessly, "Your Warchief, may I relay your request to Vol'jin? Please grant me some time; I need a month."
"Three days. I can only give you three days at most."
Cairne's eyes widened, and he swung his Runed Spear with all his might, roaring fiercely:
"Go back and tell Vol'jin that in three days, I want to see the gates of Orgrimmar open for me, and I, Cairne Bloodhoof, will become the Warchief of the Horde."
Helpless, Gallywix could only sigh and steel himself as he returned to Orgrimmar to report to Vol'jin.
Vol'jin is a cunning Troll who has no intention of making peace with the Tauren. His series of promises are merely a means to buy time and lull Cairne into a false sense of security.
The Undead Tauren fear Flame, which gave Vol'jin a clue.
He felt that these undead creatures were too powerful and should have even greater weaknesses. In several defensive battles, the Orcs captured several Tauren. Vol'jin gathered scholars from Orgrimmar to study them day and night, hoping to find their weaknesses.
Unfortunately, Cairne seemed to have seen through Vol'jin's plot and only gave him three days to think it over.
Vol'jin was quite helpless. If he couldn't find a new weakness within three days, he would have no choice but to step down, activate the teleportation service in Dalaran Vol'jin, leave Orgrimmar, and live a secluded life away from worldly strife in the mountains.
Once you've tasted the sweetness of power, you'll never want to give it up.
Vol'jin's face was full of bitterness, but he couldn't make the decision alone. The orcs, led by the richest Orcs in the Horde Doras, put too much pressure on him. The Orcs suffered heavy casualties, forcing them to be eager to make peace with the Tauren.
Unfortunately, Vol'jin still doesn't know enough about the Undead Tauren.
He was unaware that Cairne would not distribute the Blood-red Threadworms to other races. Now that Cairne had sensed the instability of the Undead Threadworms within him, he would never create a powerful enemy for himself.
"The result of this balance is peace talks between the Tauren and Orcs?"
Robbie used the Eye of C'Thun to monitor the negotiations between Cairne and Gallywix, and also guessed Vol'jin's intentions.
Faced with this situation, Robbie felt quite helpless. War and peace largely depend on the leader, and the leader's thoughts and intentions are the most difficult to fathom. Robbie did not expect that Cairne would be able to give up his past hatred.
The balance can only be broken once again, allowing the war to continue.
This time, Robbie decided to secretly help the Undead Tauren.
Cairne's burying of hatred in his heart was a last resort; if he had a choice, he would have been more than willing to conquer Orgrimmar, slaughter all the Orcs, and personally tear Vol'jin's bones apart.
Among the mercenaries of the Undead Tauren was a clever and obedient Kobold known as the Smiling Lok'De.
On this day, a guard reported to Cairne that a Kobold named Lok'De requested an audience, saying he had a way to conquer Orgrimmar.
Cairne was troubled by the situation in Orgrimmar. He didn't think a Kobold could be intelligent enough, so after a moment's hesitation, he agreed to meet with Lok'De.