Magatha Wild Totem walked over step by step and looked at Kane Bloodhoof mockingly.
"You are favored by the orcs, but you are suffering such torture. What did you get in exchange for betraying countless compatriots to Thrall?"
Kane looked at Magatha with difficulty, full of pleading. Magatha's stern eyes gradually softened, revealing compassion, and came to Kane to help him heal.
She is the most powerful shaman among the tauren and is deeply trusted by the elements. Kane's injury was quickly relieved.
Kane looked at Magatha gratefully and said with a smile: "Although we have different ideas, I know that as long as I send out a signal, you will definitely come to help me."
Magatha snorted coldly: "Kane, this fate should be borne by me, why you?"
Kane smiled honestly:
"One takes the initiative to surrender to the orcs and pleases Thrall at any cost; the other secretly accumulates strength to resist and waits for the time to come. No matter which side wins, the tauren of Thunder Bluff can continue. You are too reckless. I am the only one suitable for this role.
"
Magatha frowned and sternly accused:
"Kane Bloodhoof, I have warned you a long time ago that your decision is wrong. The survival of the race is not a piece of cake. Hedging your bets will never end well. Look at those dirty and despicable centaur tribes. Refuse
I took refuge in the tribe and am still living well today."
Kane lowered his head and smiled bitterly: "The matter has come to this, is there any point in arguing about right and wrong now?"
Magatha refused to give up. She knew Kane too well and warned coldly:
"Kane, don't think that I don't know what you are thinking. Among your father's many children, you are the most ambitious one. I thought you would bring hope to the Tauren clan and would not hesitate to get blood on your hands to help
You ascend to the position of chief. But your ambition is in the wrong place. You expect to gain transcendence from Thrall, even immortality, and serve as the chief of the Tauren forever."
Kane listened carefully, like a student listening to a lesson:
"Yes, I do have such ambitions. You know, I really want to be a shaman like you and gain extraordinary power instead of going through brutal physical combat. Unfortunately, I don't have that kind of talent. I'm not willing to do it.
So I took refuge in Thrall, but what did I get in exchange? Only endless regret. I sacrificed everything, but got nothing."
Magatha sighed worriedly: "You continue to compromise with the orcs and cater to Thrall's rude demands. I am very worried that you will not be able to bear the pressure and collapse, and your heart will fall into darkness."
Kane smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Maybe, but I have no future. I betrayed five thousand tauren for Thrall's ascension ceremony. Garrosh will not let me go."
Magatha looked at Kane in surprise and asked sadly: "Are you ready?"
Kane nodded and said with a self-deprecating smile:
"I have no choice. My ambition has failed. I can only bear the price. The last batch of selected outstanding calves have been sent to Grim Totem. They are the future of the tauren. I really don't know Thunder Bluff."
Is there any tomorrow?"
Magatha turned her back, pretending to be fierce, and said fiercely: "Let's go, let's go, you will pay the price if you do something wrong."
Kane saluted seriously to Magatha, this was his senior and his mentor.
After Kane left, Magatha quietly watched the sunset on Mount Hyjal, not moving for a long time.
Kane returned to Thunder Bluff alone and took the escalator to the high ground.
Thunder Bluff is extremely quiet. The vendors and pedestrians on the highlands have disappeared. Even the guards can't be seen. There is a faint smell of blood in the air.
Kane bit his lip, straightened a pair of horns, and walked towards the warchief's tent.
A figure sat on the chief's throne, it was Garrosh Hellscream, stroking the sharp Gorehowler. Seeing Kane walking in, Garrosh grinned:
"Oh! Oh! Our heroic warchief is back. I heard that you attended Thrall's wedding in Mount Hyjal and helped Thrall complete the ascension ceremony. The great savior must have rewarded you heavily. Could it be that Thrall will bring the tribe to the throne?
Did I give up my position as the chief to you? Should I roll down from the throne, kneel on the ground and beg for your forgiveness."
A large group of elite orcs rushed up and surrounded Kane. Kane took the initiative to put down his weapon, knelt on the ground and begged:
"Warchief Garrosh, you know, I have no choice. Please give me a chance to be loyal. I swear that the tauren of Mulgore will always be loyal to the orcs."
Garrosh jumped up angrily, punched Kane in the face, and said viciously:
"Opportunity, huh, if Thrall has completed the ascension ceremony and obtained Archimonde's power of destruction, I will be the one kneeling on the ground begging for mercy at this moment. Kane Bloodhoof, since you choose to help Thrall, you must
Pay the price, you are old, and it is time for the Tauren to change to a chief."
Kane closed his eyes in resignation. He knew that Garrosh had made up his mind, and said helplessly: "Warchief, I only pray for a decent death. Dying on the battlefield is the chief's honor. I don't want to die cowardly."
, and was called a coward by future generations."
Garrosh smiled slightly, pondered for a moment, and showed a playful smile:
"Very well, Cairn Bloodhoof, I heard that in order to ascend to the position of chief, you killed all your brothers and sisters. Now I will give you a choice."
Garrosh took a few steps inside the tent and came up with an insidious idea:
"Either you die in humiliation and be judged as an incompetent coward by future generations; or you sacrifice your children, and I will stew them into a big pot of beef soup, so that all the orcs in Orgrimmar have a chance to taste it, and you win
Give me a chance to duel with you."
"Duel?" Kane's expression changed slightly.
Garrosh smiled ferociously: "You will die like a warrior in the gladiatorial arena. I will cut off your head with my own hands, and then eat you in public like a warrior."
"Okay, I choose to duel."
Kane answered quickly and without any hesitation, which surprised Garrosh.
"Interesting!" Garrosh rarely became serious: "Kane, it seems that I underestimated you before. Your cruelty and ruthlessness are no worse than Thrall's. It's a pity that you don't have a chance."
Cairne Bloodhoof was about to duel with Garrosh, the warchief of the Horde, and the news quickly spread throughout Azeroth like it spread its wings.
People speculated about the reason for the duel, and the most reliable theory was that Cairne Bloodhoof and Garrosh had differences over their opinions on the treatment of night elves.
"This is just an ordinary duel. According to the ancient custom of the orcs, use force to convince the other party. As we all know, Kane Bloodhoof and Warchief Garrosh have a sworn relationship. They are good brothers who share life and death. No one will fight in this duel.
were harmed.”
Newspapers from Booty Bay, Gadgetzan, and Jingtooth City all made similar reports.
The people of Azeroth are accustomed to measuring their tribal leaders with goodwill, stubbornly believing that they are a group of saints with high moral character, and there is only trust and laughter between them.
Unlike the people, the leaders of the tribe realized that this was a crisis and an excellent opportunity. Sylvanas rushed to Orgrimmar as soon as possible.