That was the legendary legion in the history of the tauren, Klimdor's dark torrent, invincible to Azeroth.
If you master this invincible legion, you don't have to take it seriously, such as the Titans, the Void Army, the Holy Light Legion, and the Burning Legion.
The tauren are so confident in their own history. Our ancestors once dominated the universe.
Rom immediately showed a strong interest. Anyone would be tempted by such an opportunity.
But reason told Roma that everything seemed to be going too smoothly, and he was afraid that the venture capital companies would play tricks on him.
"Is this statue okay?"
Roma was confused and asked the shaman around him.
The statue of Death Emperor is carved from a complete piece of obsidian. It looks like it has a sense of vicissitudes. It is a cultural relic with ancient history.
The shaman said honestly: "Back to the great chief, I asked the earth element and found that this statue is indeed more than a thousand years old, echoing the age of the Deathhoof Emperor."
Rom secretly breathed a sigh of relief and asked again: "Are there any magic fluctuations or traps?"
The shaman shook his head and said seriously: "Great Chief, I guarantee with this bull's head that there is absolutely no such thing. This is just a piece of obsidian."
Rom circled the statue and asked again: "Has this rune spear been tested?"
The shaman hesitated for a moment and said calmly: "Warchief, there is something strange about this bloody rune spear. We don't recognize the runes on it. I suspect that it may have the same effect as Frostmourne to confuse people's hearts. Warchief?"
Be careful."
Rom laughed and said, "You don't understand. Frostmourne confuses people. It was all made up by Thrall to slander Arthas."
The shaman lowered his head quickly: "You are stupid, thanks to the great chief for your advice, but there is something really weird about this rune spear."
Rom cautiously leaned towards the rune spear, and saw a black rune beating, and a strange voice appeared in his ear:
"Go back, this is not the place you should come to. Go quickly, leave here, and never come back."
"Who are you?" Rom asked in surprise.
"Who am I, you ask?"
Rumble.
It was like a thunder exploded in Rom's ears, and his body floated up, overlooking the earth.
There were tauren all over the earth, with dark hair and strong muscles, and they were three times taller than the current tauren.
Rom noticed that these minotaurs had ferocious faces, their eyes were blood-red, black gas was sprayed from their mouths and noses, and their horns were adorned with foreign skulls.
Behind the tauren army was a city in ruins, with blazing flames engulfing everything.
The citizens were crying and wailing in the fire. Most of them were night elves, but there were also furbolgs, kobolds and other races.
A feeling of palpitations came to his mind. Rom looked up suddenly and saw a tall shadow standing in front of him.
"I am the master of the earth, the spokesperson of death. I am the son of Mother Earth and the king of the tauren. Wherever my hooves step, only death and scorched earth remain. People call me the hoof of death. Life is everywhere.
The civilization disappeared before my eyes, and civilization burned up behind me. In my lifetime, I destroyed 130,000 countries and slaughtered 18 billion souls."
The shadow was exactly the same as the statue in the cave, with a pair of scarlet eyes staring at Rom.
"Tauren, my blood is flowing in your body. Go back. My tragedy cannot be repeated. Azeroth needs to recuperate."
Rom was frightened by this momentum and knelt down tremblingly:
"Ancestor of Deathhoof, the tauren are facing a difficult situation. We are miserably being used as food. Please ask our ancestors to lend a helping hand and save us."
Shadow was shocked: "The tauren are in such misery. Mother Earth pities the creatures in the world. On the eve of my destruction of the night elves, she ordered my army of death to withdraw from Azeroth. I let them go. How could they?
Are you unwilling to let the tauren go?"
Rom did not dare to deceive his ancestors and sniffed: "Ancestors, it is not the night elves who bully the tauren, but the orcs. They come from a world called Draenor."
"Orcs, blood people of Elune?"
The shadow of Deathhoof Emperor gnashed his teeth:
"Damn it, Elune is just the lowest maid under Mother Earth, but she has bullied us Taurens. The noble Taurens cannot bear this kind of humiliation. You should fight bravely, little Taurens."
Rohm looked miserable and said miserably: "Warchief, it is not only Elune who helps the orcs, but also the Burning Legion and the Holy Light Legion. The tauren are no match."
The Death Hoof Emperor exhaled a black breath, his face twisted:
"This has happened during the thousand years I have been sleeping. My child, I am in the world of death and need to confront the Lord of the Void and cannot enter Azeroth. Take my rune spear and you will command my immortality.
Legion, fight for the tauren, and fight for Azeroth. From now on, you will be the emperor of Azeroth and rule the world."
Rom suddenly woke up from his dream.
Looking at the blood-colored rune spear in front of me, the beating black runes became calmer, giving me a friendly feeling.
Rohm no longer had any doubts in his mind and strode forward. Seeing this, the shaman beside him hurriedly grabbed Rohm.
"Warchief, you have to think twice, you can't touch the rune spear."
Romna was willing to listen and roared: "Go away, do you want to prevent the rise of the tauren?"
After kicking away the shaman blocking the way, Rom took the bloody rune spear from the statue.
Roma felt alert, his body felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and when he looked at his arms, he saw countless black hairs growing on them.
The shaman got up from the ground and stamped his feet angrily when he saw that Rom had picked up the rune spear.
"You will destroy Thunder Bluff."
The shaman whispered a few words to his colleagues, and everyone left in a hurry, leaving only Rom in the cave.
At this moment, his body began to undergo transformation. First, his body expanded, becoming three times taller than before.
Immediately afterwards, his eyes turned blood red, black breath spewed from his mouth and nose, and black fluff covered his body, gradually revealing a ferocious look.
"This feeling is so wonderful."
Rom laughed heartily, gradually losing his mind and falling into madness.
The shamans returned to Thunder Bluff and shouted:
"Escape quickly, our chief has fallen into madness, and Thunder Bluff is about to be destroyed."
After hearing this, Thunder Bluff fell into chaos, and a tauren asked:
"There is plague below Thunder Bluff, how should we escape?"
One shaman said regretfully:
"The matter has come to this, and I will not hide it from everyone. Someone once left us a few portal scrolls to help us leave, but they did not take them out in order to stabilize the situation. Now that the disaster is approaching, everyone should escape with me."
Shamans opened portals on several highlands in Thunder Bluff.
Unexpectedly, after the initial swarm to escape, most of the tauren chose to wait and see.
The shamans sighed, but there was nothing they could do.
The tauren have become accustomed to being managed by the warchief, and most of them cannot see the situation clearly and have no independent opinions.
After the shamans left, the portal slowly closed.
About one-fifth of the tauren have left Thunder Bluff.
Suddenly a dark cloud appeared in the sky, and Rom jumped from the airship holding a bloody rune spear and smelling of darkness.