Eitrigg and Red Blackhand boarded the gates of Orgrimmar.
Outside the city gate, a large group of black-haired tauren gathered, tall and burly.
It has blood-red eyes, exhaling a dark aura, and is three times taller than an ordinary tauren.
Eitrigg was startled. He had never seen such a strong bull head before.
"What kind of creature is this? It seems to be an undead."
Reid Blackhand reminded: "Mogore was contaminated by the plague. Have all the tauren mutated?"
Eitrigg rolled his eyes and said, "Something's wrong. The Scourge of the Undead are all ghouls. Very few of them can maintain their original appearance. Look at them like this. They are different from the undead I know."
Under the city, the tauren chief Rom raised a bloody rune spear and challenged Yi Cui:
"I heard that all the great chiefs of the tribe are warriors. Why, you are like that cowering turtle who refuses to come out. Eitrigg, you are not Thrall after all."
Eitrigg was furious. He noticed that although these strange tauren were strong, they lacked weapons and armor.
The light-forged orcs entrusted to him by the Legion of Light are fully equipped.
"Damn tauren, don't you know that the Holy Light can restrain death? Order the light-forged orcs to go to war."
Eitrigg sent some lightforged orcs to launch a tentative attack.
The light-forged orcs have unquestionable loyalty. After the city gate opened, they roared and rushed towards the tauren battle formation.
It's a pity that this group of tauren have not only tripled their height, but their defense and strength have also been strengthened.
The sharp battle ax struck the tauren, but was blocked by the black hair covering the body.
The tauren smiled ferociously and lowered his head, hugged the orc's head and twisted it gently, causing blood to spurt out.
The thousands of light-forged orcs sent out were wiped out in less than a quarter of an hour, and not even the tauren were injured.
Eitrigg was stunned and hurriedly ordered people to close the city gate tightly. This group of tauren was invincible. Fortunately, they had no siege equipment.
Unexpectedly, he would encounter such a predicament just after he became the warchief, and Eitrigg was so anxious that he could not help but feel anxious.
At night, darkness enveloped Orgrimmar.
Red Blackhand climbed out of the window, sneaked carefully, and entered an inconspicuous hotel in a dark alley.
The inn has a shabby sign and exudes an unpleasant stench. Even the poorest adventurer would not want to stay in such a place.
When I pushed the door open, the store was in a mess, with garbage everywhere on the floor.
The dirty innkeeper looked up at Red and led the way to a storage room.
The floor was opened, revealing a dark passage.
Going down the winding passage, there is a cave inside, a spacious room decorated with splendor and splendor.
The blazing bonfire illuminated three faces.
The envoys of the Moon God, the guardians Medivh and Magni Bronzebeard.
Reid knelt on the ground, lowering his head and not daring to look at the three people:
"Red Blackhand has met three adults."
The divine envoy was the first to speak and asked: "Reid, when you work next to Eitrigg, what do you think of his abilities?"
Reid replied tactfully:
"Returning to the God Envoy, Eitrigg is a good person when it comes to punishing people. He tortured Thrall very much, but he is a little inexperienced in dealing with political affairs. He needs to be given some time."
Medivh snorted coldly: "Has Eitrigg lived like a dog for decades? Then there is still time for him. I have long said that he is not suitable to be the warchief."
Magni Bronzebeard had a different opinion: "The chief of the tribe must be a reliable person. Eitrigg has worked hard over the years, and I think there is no one more suitable than him."
The divine envoy frowned: "Whether Eitrigg is suitable for the warchief or not, we can put it aside for the time being. The most important thing now is this group of tauren with strange origins. The matter of the kobolds has not been resolved yet, and there is a new one named Chen. Stormstout."
The Lich King, now a mutated tauren appears."
Medivh asked tentatively: "I heard that Rom inherited the rune spear of Deathhoof Emperor. It is rumored that Deathhoof Emperor was a person from thousands of years ago. Does the Envoy know?"
The envoy glanced at him and replied: "How could I know what happened a thousand years ago?"
Magni Bronzebeard said calmly: "I have studied this group of tauren. They were infected by a mysterious plague, which is completely different from the undead natural disasters I have seen."
The divine envoy was expressionless: "I have received enlightenment from the Moon God. The Minotaur plague can be purified, but one thing is needed."
"What?" Medivh asked.
"Tears of Elune."
The night elves recaptured the Temple of the Moon, but Tyrande was in a bad mood and kept herself locked in her room.
The statue of the Moon God was rebuilt, but the night elves' faith in the Moon God could not be regained.
The angels, Medivh, Magni, and Bronzebeard came to visit. Tyrande was not even in the mood to dress up, and just met the guests without a face.
"This is the sweet-scented osmanthus cake I made by myself, and I invite three of you to taste it," Tyrande said absently.
Medivh picked up the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in front of him, smelled a strange smell, and asked doubtfully:
"How old is this sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"
Tyrande shook his head, thought for a while and said, "I don't remember. I haven't made sweet-scented osmanthus cake in the past hundred years."
Magni hurriedly spit out the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his mouth and vomited aside.
The divine envoy chewed the sweet-scented osmanthus cake disapprovingly and asked calmly: "Tylande, have you heard about Thunder Bluff?"
"Are you talking about those mutated tauren?" Tyrande stretched lazily: "The tribal affairs will naturally be handled by the tribe. I am tired and need to rest."
"Tylande."
The divine envoy sternly said: "Roma has obtained the inheritance of the Deathhoof Emperor and created an undead army. Aren't you worried?"
Tyrande became a little more serious, straightened the messy hair in front of his forehead, and asked after a long while:
"Who is Emperor Deathhoof?"
Medivh looked surprised: "Tylander, Emperor Deathhoof was a legendary figure from more than a thousand years ago. You should remember it."
Tyrande was very unhappy and said: "My memory is very good. I remember all the tauren chiefs of Mulgore. I have never heard of this person."
Magni said loudly: "Impossible. The Minotaur's description of the Deathhoof Emperor is very clear. He once destroyed 130,000 countries and slaughtered 18 billion creatures."
Tyrande's eyes moved, as if he remembered something, and nodded:
"Having said that, I remembered that more than a thousand years ago, there was a tauren bard in Mount Hyjal. He wrote good articles, mostly romantic, poignant and romantic love stories. He was particularly popular in his later years.
When I was young, I wrote a novel called "Death's Hoof and the Mushroom". It is said that Death's Hoof is the son of Mother Earth and rules an undead army."
"You mean, Emperor Deathhoof is a character in the novel?" the envoy asked in surprise.
Tyrande nodded and smiled:
"Isn't that right? That book was very popular back then. I remember collecting a copy. Wait a minute."
Tyrande turned around and left, and soon brought out a yellowed hardcover book.
The night elves have a way of preserving books. After thousands of years, this book is still well preserved.
Medivh took it and flipped through a few pages. It was exactly what Tyrande said, and his face turned pale with anger.
Magni muttered from the side: "Why mushrooms? What does mushrooms mean?"
The divine envoy coughed and said loudly: "Although the Deathhoof Emperor is fake, the Moon God has decreed that the Tears of Elune are needed to purify the Thunder Bluff Tauren."