In the historical images, Mogoulei's golden hoof was kneeling in front of the statue of Mother Earth, swallowed up by hatred, and his expression looked like a demon.
After seeing this scene, Sharp Horns and Black Hoof should have led the tribe to kneel on the ground to worship the emperor, but now they don't know what to do.
After all, the First Emperor Mogore. Golden Hoof is the enemy of the Black Mane Tauren. He must be loyal to the great First Emperor or his ancestors. The two can only choose to be loyal to one and betray the other.
Sharphorn and Blackhoof asked the shaman in the clan for help, but the shaman spread his hands and was also powerless to deal with this situation.
Thrall looked at the embarrassed expression of the black-maned tauren and sneered in his heart. The tauren was indeed not cunning enough. If it were him, he would have a solution.
A voice came from the clay statue of Mother Earth:
"I don't need you to pay a price. I will give you supreme power. You just need to dare to be the enemy of the world and do whatever it takes for revenge, even if the earth is filled with blood."
Mulgore Golden Hoof gritted his teeth and said, "I really hope it becomes a reality."
"Very well, Mulgore Goldenhoof, there is a moonwell at the foot of the southern mountain of Ashenvale. On nights when the moon does not appear, take the head of a beast and throw it into the well. Drink the water from the moonwell and you will get
Supreme power. There is a laurel tree growing in the north of Moon Well, with two branches, one black and one white. The white branches are inserted into the water for the people of the Golden Hoof tribe, and the black branches are put into the water sources of the other six tribes.
, you will complete your revenge."
Mogoolei Golden Hoof was overjoyed: "Thank you to the kind Mother Earth."
In the dark night when both moons were hidden, Mulgore Golden Hoof drank the water in the moon well. His body slowly rose into the air, with unknown tentacles emerging from his face, and the breath he exhaled was filled with
The black and golden hooves gradually turned gray.
Mogaolei felt the majestic power in his body, broke two branches of the laurel tree, and went to find his nephew, the current Golden Hoof Chief, Mosola Golden Hoof.
When Mogore was exiled, Mogore, who was used to the life of a chief, found it difficult to endure the hardships, and he relied on Mosola for his secret support.
In the agreed cave, Mosola looked at Mogaole in surprise:
"Uncle, what's wrong with you? Your face, your hooves, my God, what happened?"
Mulgore smiled evilly and said: "My dear nephew, the time for revenge has come. You only need to do as I tell you. The entire buffalo clan belongs to us."
Mogole told him his plan, and Mosola was shocked, shaking his head and saying:
"No, no, uncle, you have been fooled. This must be a conspiracy. We buffalo people will definitely encounter disaster. We must not do this. Give me the branch quickly. I must destroy it."
Mosola stepped forward to fight for the two branches in Mogoulei's hands, intending to destroy them, but was easily subdued by Mogoulei, who had gained mysterious power.
Mogoule looked directly into his eyes, and two black tentacles penetrated from Mosuola's eyes.
After a while, Mosola's body was also filled with a dark aura, and he said with a ferocious smile: "As you wish, my uncle, let the corpses of the buffalo men be scattered all over the earth."
Mosola returned to the gathering place, summoned all the Golden Hoof clan members, put white branches into the spring water, and ordered the clan members to drink the spring water.
Not long after, the tribesmen showed signs of pain and fell to the ground wailing. Many tribesmen died of internal organ rupture. The surviving tribesmen discovered that they had lost their magic.
The golden-hoofed buffalo people are born with the ability to sense the elements of the earth and are the strongest defensive among the seven tribes. After losing the magic they relied on the most, many tribesmen cried bitterly:
"Without magic, how do we hunt, how do we heal wounds, how do we fight enemies, do we only rely on horns and muscles? Chief, why is this?"
Mogoole came out of the darkness and said coldly:
"Magic is the temptation of the ancient god N'Zoth. It is the seed of darkness implanted in our hearts. When we are addicted to magic, the dark empire will be reborn in our bodies. Each of you will not be able to escape the control of N'Zoth.
At that time you will lose yourself and become a zombie."
One tribesman protested angrily:
"Mogore, it turns out it was you, you traitor, look what you have become, you are the one who is addicted to dark magic."
Mogaolei sneered, raised his hand and shot out a jet of black light, and the clansmen were immediately torn apart.
"Idiot, you have lost your magic. How can you fight with me? If you don't want to die, just be obedient. I will only tell you my truth once. Either obey or die. I only need loyal tribesmen to fall into the arms of Mother Earth."
Faced with the threat of death, the golden-hoofed buffalo men who lost their magic chose to remain silent, and their hooves gradually turned gray, thus ending the golden race of the buffalo men.
Before the news spread, Mogole secretly put black branches into the public water source. Not long after, the terrible plague spread among the six tribes.
The healthy skin color of the buffalo people turned pale, their strong muscles disappeared, leaving only skin and bones, and their faces looked like corpses.
They gradually lost their minds, leaving only their thirst for magic. They wandered the land, savage and bloodthirsty, suffering a fate worse than death.
Mo Gaolei said plausibly:
"Stupid tribesmen, look, this is the tragic end of being addicted to magic. The terrible curse of N'zoth broke out in their bodies. If I hadn't received the help of Mother Earth and rescued you from the abyss in time, you would have been with them.
It’s just as miserable, don’t your consciences ache for those tribesmen who oppose me?”
Faced with this ironclad fact, even the most stubborn buffalo man believed it and knelt on the ground to thank Mogore for his rescue.
Mogoole Goldenhoof was so proud that he led his people to eliminate the six tribes, demolished their palaces, settled near Thunder Bluff, and named the nearby land after himself.
Only a few black-maned tauren were spared this disaster because they were far away from their homeland to fight against the Qiraji.
The historical images ended here. There was silence in the emperor's tomb. All the black-maned tauren looked very ugly. Many of them gritted their teeth and their eyes were filled with hatred.
Chief Sharp Horn. Black Hoof was thinking of an excuse, exchanged glances with the shaman, and said loudly: "Don't be fooled, these historical images are fake. Black Hoof, you traitor, you are trying to deceive people and slander the Golden Hoof Emperor."
, your conspiracy has been exposed."
The black-horned shadow on the sarcophagus laughed:
"Horn. Blackhoof, you are about to die, but you are still talking harshly. Just to protect your fragile vanity, and to let you rest in peace, I will let you know the more cruel truth. Who is Mother Earth? Do you want to know?"
Another historical image appeared, and everyone couldn't help but look up and watch.
Mulgore with the crown and Golden Hooves is sitting on the throne, his face is old and wrinkled, his body is thin, and what's even more frightening is that the mysterious power in his body has been significantly weakened.
Mogaolei Golden Hoof took a nap on the throne, obviously lacking in energy. The tauren below were talking a lot. Mogaolei Golden Hoof waved his hand, dismissed everyone, and entered the temple at the rear alone.
Kneeling in front of the statue of Mother Earth, Mogaolei said with trembling golden hoofs:
"At the age of twenty-five, I inherited the position of chief. At the age of thirty-seven, I unified the buffalo people and created the tauren civilization. Now I am not yet forty years old. Why am I like this?"