Thrall had contempt for the tauren and was not qualified to be cannon fodder under his command.
But just after recovering from hunger, it seemed good to imagine that a group of walking beef gathered around me and could provide fresh meat at any time.
So, Sal said with a fake smile:
"Haha, the black-maned tauren and us orcs are a family. The orcs are kind and kind, and they love each other. Welcome, chief of the black-maned tauren."
Sharphorn. Blackhoof breathed a sigh of relief. Thrall, the savior, turned out to be easy to get along with.
Although Aiko's body fell aside.
"How much do you know about Blackhorn?" Thrall asked tentatively.
Sharphorn. Blackhoof said angrily: "Blackhorn was born unknown. He is a traitor to the black-maned tauren."
Thrall sneered: "Yes, Black Horn conspired to destroy Azeroth. We are here to defeat him. Unfortunately, this guy is too cunning and has been hiding and refusing to come out."
Sharp Horn. Black Hoof immediately expressed his loyalty: "Great savior Thrall, I am willing to help with all my efforts to defeat Black Horn."
Thrall nodded with satisfaction and asked Anaclos beside him: "Where is the Black Horn now?"
Anachronos struggled to stand up. Dragons have extremely strong recovery power. Most of his injuries have healed. He was even more afraid of Thrall and said timidly:
"I locked his location, right behind the ruins of this palace."
Windbinder Hagra squatted down, touched the soil on the ground, and murmured: "It turns out that we have been wandering around in place. It is really a brilliant magic."
Thrall was not interested in magic and urged everyone to catch up.
Not far behind the ruins of the palace, a dark cave was discovered, surrounded by piles of soil. It seemed that Black Horn had just dug it not long ago.
Thrall frowned, glanced at Sharp Horn. Black Hoof, and said seriously:
"In order to save Azeroth, countless people with lofty ideals sacrificed their lives. They died gloriously and died great. What I need are real warriors, not cowards hiding behind."
An ominous aura came from the dark cave, sharp horns. Black Hooves felt a chill in his heart, turned around and ordered: "High Priest, take someone down to have a look."
The only shaman of the black-maned tauren had a troubled look on his face, but the chief gave the order and had to obey. He had no choice but to lead a few tribesmen and burrow into the cave.
Not long after, the shaman sent someone to deliver a message that it was safe inside.
"Great Chief, we have discovered an ancient tomb." The tauren who reported the news couldn't help but said with joy: "It is filled with countless treasures, including a diamond, which is as big as a house."
"What, treasure?" Sharphorn. Blackhoof was overjoyed, but thinking that Thrall was around, he hurriedly asked the great savior for instructions.
Sal waved his hand and said: "It doesn't matter, I have always been very indifferent to the things outside me, you just manage to get them."
Sharphorn. Blackhoof thanked him repeatedly and led a few elite tribesmen into the cave.
Thrall asked Mordrak beside him with a gloomy face: "Is the following situation true?"
Modrok felt the movement deep underground and said calmly:
"It's very safe down there, but those treasures are just illusions. They may have really existed, but they are too old and even the stones will rot."
"I knew it wasn't that simple." Sal looked proud and waved his hand: "Since it's safe down there, let's go down."
Mordrak shrunk in size and led the way, followed by Hagra the Windbinder, followed by Thrall, and Anachronos in human form took the rear.
After passing through the narrow cave, my eyes suddenly opened up, and I entered a large cave. The top of the cave was surrounded by golden light, and countless treasures were floating in the air.
A simple stone door is embedded in the wall, and it is obvious that there is a cave inside.
Sharp Horns and Black Hooves led many tribesmen, greedily looking at the treasure above their heads.
Anaclos looked at the treasure carefully, shook his head and said:
"These are not treasures, they are just fragments of time. No wonder I can't see the historical images here. They are all hidden deep underground."
Hagra the Windbinder asked curiously: "What is the Time Fragment?"
Anachronos explained:
"Time fragments are fragments of time in the past, which often turn into treasures and attract greedy people. Of course, for bronze dragons, they are more precious than all treasures. Only we bronze dragons can re-weave the fragments of time.
, recreating an ancient slice of time.”
After a pause, Anaclos added:
"My ability can only see the images of the past. It is very difficult to truly experience the ancient time fragments. It can only be achieved by the joint efforts of many tribesmen in the Cave of Time."
Thrall said coldly: "Black Horn must have an ulterior motive for bringing us here. I want to see what happened in the past that made Black Horn care so much."
Anachronos did not dare to disobey the order, so he calmed down and carefully weaved the fragments of time on it. As Anachronos cast the spell, the treasure floating in the air disappeared, and a clear image appeared in front of everyone.
Seven lush peaks surround each other, and a palace is built on each peak. In the basin in the center of the peaks, a strange purple light shines straight into the sky.
There were many tauren living on the mountain peaks. Compared with the current tauren, they were taller and rougher in appearance, but their horns were not thick and sharp enough.
Surprisingly, it seems that all tauren can use magic. Some of them use magic to fly in the sky, some summon water to water their crops, and some heal their companions.
"Oh my god, this is the barbaric period of the ancient buffalo people." Sharp Horns and Black Hooves exclaimed: "The ancient historical records show that the buffalo people abandoned magic and became wise tauren, established the tauren civilization, and became the tauren.
The owner of this land."
As the screen turned, another scene appeared
It seemed to be a dark basement. A minotaur with golden hooves and a crown on his head stood in front of a pool filled with dark atmosphere.
Seeing the golden hooves, as well as the crown and sharp horns on the head, Black Hooves hurriedly knelt on the ground to worship, and at the same time ordered: "Kneel down, everyone, this is the first emperor of the Minotaur."
The black-maned tauren all knelt down, and the shaman asked in surprise: "Could the golden hooves be that legendary ancient family?"
Sharp Horns and Black Hooves said with a pious look: "Yes, it is the Golden Family of the Tauren Clan, also known as the Bezoar Clan. The golden hoofs are their symbol. Look at the crown on his head. There is only one person in the history of the Tauren.
So qualified."
The shaman said anxiously: "Mogore. Emperor Golden Hoof."
Sharp Horns. Black Hoof nodded: "The Golden Hoof Emperor unified the Tauren tribe. Before the Great Emperor, there were only ignorant buffalo people. It was the Great Emperor who created the history of the Tauren clan's civilization. The Blood Hoof family just stole the chief's position to deceive the world and steal the name.
Disciple."
The Golden Hoof Emperor in the historical image looked displeased at the pool in front of him. The dark power condensed and transformed into the image of a tentacle with an eye growing on it.
A vague and majestic voice came:
"Mogore, I taught you all kinds of magic, but I never forced you to do anything. Why do you believe in Mother Earth of unknown origin? You are free and should not put shackles on yourself."
This familiar voice, tentacles, and eyes reminded Anachronos of a mysterious being, the ancient god N'Zoth.