Kane Bloodhoof felt the cold and the changes in the outside temperature, which made him particularly puzzled and a little happy at the same time.
The undead usually have no feelings and do not know warmth, heat or cold.
Kane's vision gradually became clearer, and he saw a ferocious green-skinned orc with two extremely exaggerated fangs. The fangs were extremely sharp, like two daggers, with a faint metallic texture, and occasionally flashed a
Cold light.
Why do orcs grow a pair of steel fangs?
Looking at that fierce face, a pair of blood-red eyes, and a familiar evil smile.
"Gul'dan?" Kane asked in surprise.
"Gul'dan" in front of him showed a proud smile.
"No, you are not Gul'dan." Kane said doubtfully: "They are similar in appearance but not in spirit. You and Gul'dan are different. Well, yes, why are you dressing up as Gul'dan."
"Gul'dan"'s face immediately sank, which made his expression unusually stiff and unnatural. He put a bowl of green, bubbling liquid in his right hand aside and asked:
"Tell me, what's the difference between me and Gul'dan?" the man asked.
Kane hesitated for a moment and answered honestly: "Gul'dan's evil is publicized. The first time I saw him, I had this feeling. This orc has been soaked with evil both inside and outside. You
Although he pretends to be evil, Gul'dan is not like that in his heart."
After a pause, Kane looked around the cold dungeon and said anxiously: "Gul'dan is only evil, but you are inhumane."
"Haha, that's very well said."
The man dressed as Gul'dan removed two fangs, which made him look much more pleasing to the eye.
"Cairn Bloodhoof, the chief of the tauren, you seem to be honest, but you are actually very cunning. Gul'dan promised to reward you with a fel body, but now that he is gone, I have fulfilled this promise for him.
"
Although he was tightly bound by chains, Kane still felt that this body was full of explosive power.
From time to time, there is a breath of evil energy coming out of the mouth and nose, and the eyes occasionally reveal a green light, but this is a real flesh and blood body, which Kane dreamed of after becoming an undead.
"I spent my mana to rescue you from the shackles of Experimental Subject No. 001, just to let you replace Gul'dan. Although I am very dissatisfied with your evil nature, there is really no one to choose from.
"Thall, Saurfang, Hellscream and his son are no longer here. Sylvanas already has a master. Vol'jin, he is just a conspirator who follows the crowd. His intelligence is fair, but his bravery is not enough. Once he encounters a small
I have never had a good impression of blood elves. Goblin, what the hell is that? You should understand that this is a great honor for you. From now on, you are Gul'dan of the tribe and you are the savior.
Sal."
Kane showed a look of ecstasy, his eyes were filled with anticipation, and he almost couldn't help but moo a few times.
He wanted to obtain this honor so much that he even dreamed of it. During his lifetime, he planned to replace Thrall and become the spokesperson of the Burning Legion. The reason why he ate meat after being killed by Thrall was also related to the exposure of his ambitions. He should have been more tolerant.
.
"Gul'dan is the first generation, Thrall is the second generation, and you, Kane Bloodhoof, will be the spokesperson of the third generation Burning Legion in Azeroth. Gul'dan is insidious and cunning, and the evil is leaking out, but it is not enough.
Tolerance is too sharp. Thrall is tolerant enough, has a explosive temper but is not arrogant, and is good at disguising himself. Opening and closing his mouth must be for glory and justice, and save the world. Unfortunately, you are too ambitious, but not resourceful enough. And you are not evil enough, and you are not good at pretending.
,What do you have, Kane?”
"I have a loyalty that none of them possess. You have to believe me, great being." Kane said flatteringly.
The man shook his head and regretted: "Loyalty is not enough. What I need is madness, a mad bull that no one can stop, leading the tribe to roam Azeroth and destroy everything wantonly."
Picking up the bowl of green liquid, the mysterious man pondered for a while, and then added a little blood-red liquid into it. The original bubbling liquid turned into a bowl of jelly-like substance.
Then, the mysterious man grabbed a tiny red worm and put it inside. The worm split crazily in the bowl and soon became a blurry, disgusting thing like a squirming thread.
"Drink, Cairn Bloodhoof, this is your true destiny."
The man grabbed Kane's chin and poured the disgusting worm thread in the bowl into Kane's mouth.
suddenly!
Kane's eyes suddenly widened, revealing a look of extreme madness. His already huge body began to swell, his muscles swelled as if being blown up, and his bones made a rattling sound, becoming thicker and more powerful.
His pair of horns are constantly growing and bifurcated, as sharp as a sword, and a pair of sharp fangs stick out of his lips and are exposed outside his mouth.
Behind him, the cow's tail grew crazily, becoming a long and thick tail like an abyss lord.
Kane roared fiercely and broke the chains that bound him.
"Yes, yes, this is what I want." The mysterious man nodded with satisfaction and said with an unwilling smile:
"Gul'dan's unexpected death has made the future uncertain. The script we originally planned has been revised. Cairn Bloodhoof, the tauren chief who has returned to his hometown, go back and avenge your enemies and avenge those insults.
You, the beasts who have trampled on your dignity, let them pay the price of blood and taste the revenge of a group of bloodthirsty mad cows."
Kane let out a howl, no longer a beast-like moo, but a real beast's howl.
"We tauren are not cows. From now on, we will also eat meat."
Kane whispered in a low and crazy tone.
The sun is shining brightly, there are no clouds in the sky, the sky is as pure as a sapphire, and Thunder Bluff is still calm and peaceful.
In the golden tent of the Tauren chief, Chief Bain Bloodhoof was drowsy on the throne.
For Bain Bloodhoof, being low-key, patient and aloof from the world is the way for the tauren to survive. He must learn from the lessons of his former chief Cairn Bloodhoof.
He regularly provides a certain amount of tauren as food for the orcs, the Forsaken, and the trolls, but other than that, he has an indifferent attitude towards everything.
No matter who is the chief of the tribe, he will not interfere and will only offer his loyalty.
A lot of things have happened in the Alliance and the Horde recently. Something happened to Medivh and his son, Thrall and Saurfang seem to have been replaced by others, Vol'jin's power has become more stable, and King Varian of the Alliance seems to have been sidelined.
Who cares about him? Just fulfill your role as chief and provide blood, flesh and cowhide to the tribe honestly. That's enough.
Perhaps we should also develop a business of providing milk to gain the favor of the tribal bosses.
Bain Bloodhoof suddenly remembered that at a banquet, Vol'jin mentioned that he liked the tauren very much. Should he give him some gentle and beautiful heifers?
In Mulgore, the territory of the tauren, nothing major has happened recently.
It was only discovered that a mysterious little insect appeared in the tauren's water sources, underground wells and mountain springs.
The red bug was as thin as hair and curved. The shaman went to see it and said it was just a harmless parasite and did not need to be ignored.
Isn't it normal for the tauren to have some parasitic things in their skin and body?
Bain Bloodhoof yawned and scratched his itch out of boredom. He had been having nightmares recently, which seemed to be some bad omen, and he hesitated whether he should ask a shaman to interpret his dream. (To be continued)