Thrall looked on with cold eyes. He was a smart orc who didn't believe even a single punctuation mark in the jade book.
Of course, he was not the only smart person present, such as Sharphorn. Black Hoof held a dubious attitude, but for the sake of the reputation of his family, he had to acknowledge the great achievements of Emperor Golden Hoof against his will.
Hagra the Windbinder was a down-to-earth man and asked strangely:
"Why do I have a familiar feeling?"
Anachronos put on a straight face and explained in a voice that only the two of them could hear:
"There's nothing strange about this. It's just that you are ignorant. Most of the intelligent creatures in Azeroth have similar legends. Even furbolgs, kobolds, and murlocs, their legends about the First Emperor are similar, and they are all copied from the same version.
Among them, the best compiled one is Shaohao, the First Emperor of the Pandaren, and the one with more loopholes."
Hagra's eyes widened in surprise: "Damn it, it turns out they were all copied."
Anaclos snorted coldly: "The legendary prototype of the first emperor of all races is the Thunder God of the Mogu tribe. Although there are some exaggerations, it is closest to reality."
Sharp Horn. Black Hoof led the tribe to kneel down for a long time, and the shaman exclaimed:
"Why is there no trace of Black Horn?"
"Noire?"
Sharp Horn. Black Hoof stood up, looked around, and asked in surprise: "According to records, the tomb of Emperor Golden Hoof is here, but it's a pity that there is no coffin of Emperor Golden Hoof here."
"Are there other tombs?" the shaman asked.
Sharphorn and Blackhoof directed everyone to search the cave, but unfortunately they couldn't find the entrance.
Finally, everyone's eyes were focused on the heavy stone throne.
The stone throne was extremely heavy, and the black-maned tauren couldn't move it even with all his strength, so he could only beg Thrall again.
Thrall ordered Mordrak to help, and after moving the throne, the entrance to the black hole was revealed. Windbinder Hagra was about to step forward to cast a spell, but was stopped by a dozen tauren.
Hagra looked to Thrall for advice, and Thrall sneered and shook his head.
Sharp Horns and Black Hoof sent several tauren scouts into the cave to investigate. After a long time, there was no reply. Sharp Horns and Black Hoof realized that something was wrong and had no good way to deal with it, so they could only send out scouts again.
Several waves of scouts were sent out in succession, and the entrance to the black hole was like a devil's cave, swallowing more than fifty black-maned tauren.
Sharp Horns and Black Hoof scratched his head in anxiety, and could only ask Thrall for help again:
"Great savior Thrall, I suspect that Black Horn is inside and has killed our people. Please lend a helping hand."
Thrall smiled coldly and said: "Are the black-maned tauren all useless? Even if they are killed, there should be news."
Sharp Point and Black Hoof looked embarrassed and didn't know what to do.
In fact, Thrall didn't understand this, so he said in a serious tone: "You disturbed the peace of the Golden Hoof Emperor, and died of the Emperor's corpse poison. If the corpse poison does not dissipate, it will be useless for all of you to enter."
Sharp Horns and Black Hooves asked in surprise: "But this is just the tomb of the Great Emperor."
Thrall blushed and said stubbornly: "Idiot, who said clothes can't contain corpse energy? Windbinder Hagra, let them see your methods."
Hagra took a step forward, and a strong wind blew into the dark cave. He said expressionlessly: "The corpse air has been blown away, you can go in."
Several more tauren scouts entered, and this time they received good news: they found the coffin of the Golden Hoof Emperor.
Sharp Horn and Black Hoof were beaming with joy and hurriedly led the tribe into the cave.
The tomb is empty, with a heavy sarcophagus in the center. Above the sarcophagus, countless treasures are shining brightly. Of course, these are not real treasures, but more precious fragments of time.
Near the entrance of the cave, more than fifty tauren corpses were piled on the ground, but no one paid attention to them.
Sharp Horns and Black Hooves looked at the sarcophagus with greedy eyes, believing that in addition to the emperor's clothes, there must be many real treasures inside.
Suddenly, a vague figure appeared on the sarcophagus, it was the war master Black Horn.
"Look who is here, the great savior Thrall, you tell lies without any pretense, you are so smart. Blackhoof, but you don't know that disaster is coming. Although the tauren never know how to learn lessons, but
I still try my best to let you see the real history."
The Black Horned Shadow turned to look at Anachronos: "Son of Nozdormu, I know what you are thinking. You are not willing to weave the fragments of time here. Fortunately, I learned this skill from the void. This
Technology is no longer unique to your bronze dragons."
Anachronos looked gloomy, the black-horned shadow spread his arms and said loudly:
"Let the real history be shown in front of you. Who is the legendary great Emperor Mogore and the Golden Hoof? Then I will give you an interesting gift."
The bright fragments of time above the sarcophagus come together to form a clear historical image.
"Bang!"
Mulgore. The Golden Hoof Emperor was knocked to the ground with a punch, and then a thick bull hoof stepped on his face. It was a strong buffalo man with a shiny black mane.
Wearing a black crown.
A black-maned buffalo man, the ancestor of the black-maned tauren.
Next to the black-maned buffalo man, there are five equally tall figures, wearing crowns of different colors on their heads, with angry faces.
There were quite a lot of buffalo men gathered around, all of them were in a miserable state and were not injured.
It was obvious that they had experienced a magic war. There were deep pits everywhere on the ground, many corpses were torn apart, and a group of buffalo men with golden hooves were defeated and became prisoners.
"Mogore, you have let us down so much. You even plotted to launch a rebellion. If N'Zoth hadn't reminded us, you would have killed all the chiefs of the six tribes."
"N'Zoth!"
The Golden Hoof Emperor gritted his teeth, rolled his eyes, and begged in a low voice:
"I was wrong. It was not my fault. I was bewitched by the demigod Cenarius. He tempted me to contact an evil god and called himself Mother Earth, which affected my mind."
"So you are bewitched?" The black-maned buffalo man's expression softened slightly and he announced loudly:
"Everyone, according to ancient rules, we will vote to decide how to deal with the golden-hoofed buffalo people."
The cow with the blue crown whispered: "The golden-hoofed buffalo man is one of us, just like the seven heads of God, none of them can be missing. My proposal is to keep the golden-hoofed buffalo man."
"agree!"
"agree!"
"be opposed to!"
"Abstain!"
...
The black-maned buffalo man said loudly:
"You are lucky, Mulgore. Your people have not been affected by the rebellion. They are still a member of the seven buffalo tribes. But you have been exiled and you should never come back."
Mulgore Goldenhoof was banished, and he was forced to stay away from his tribe and live near Thunder Bluff.
The miserable life tortured Mogaolei Jinho. His face was old and his skin was cracked. Unwilling to fail, he created a statue of Mother Earth, knelt in front of the statue and prayed devoutly:
"I want revenge and make those tribesmen who look down on me regret it."
"Revenge is very difficult, especially when you are alone and need to fight against millions of buffalo men." A voice came from the clay statue: "What price are you willing to pay?"