Perhaps due to the Tauren's insufficient understanding of magic, he was unaware that the human before him could not only manipulate powerful energy but also conceal themselves.
The spot where the human had stood was slowly replaced by a gradient of purple light, leaving the tauren with only the smooth, pale purple walls of Suramar.
Amidst the tauren's astonishment, Leylin began to scrutinize the Nightborne Elf guards patrolling the streets ahead. These Nightborne soldiers were not only tall and slender with long arms, their large hands hanging almost to their knees.
Their proportions were quite exaggerated, differing greatly from the High Elves and Night Elves that Leylin recognized. Furthermore, the Nightbornes lived up to their name; their skin, from their faces to their exposed ankles, was pale, with bluish-purple hues, sometimes appearing almost grey or dark.
It could be said that, apart from their pointed ears resembling those of High Elves and Night Elves, the Nightbornes appeared to be a mutated race from among the elves.
After setting foot on the city's soil, Leylin noticed that these Nightborne elves, like the high elves of Quel'Thalas, were bathed in magical protection.
However, Leylin didn't sense any magical energy spreading to the elves through these simple networks in the sky above the city. Instead, he detected an energy structure beneath the city similar to that of Quel'Thalas.
This was only Leylin's initial observation; after all, the Nightborne elves were undoubtedly a highly civilized elven race with their own magical knowledge and theories, and Leylin dared not draw any conclusions.
Soon, the Nightborne soldiers disappeared into the streets ahead, returning to the city.
The tauren with huge horns on its head emerged again from the bushes, shaking its head and shaking off the branches from its forehead.
"Come out, human. Stop hiding," the tauren panted, trying to pinpoint the human's location with its keen sense of smell.
Unbeknownst to him, Leylin had already positioned himself behind him, dispelling the [Greater Invisibility] spell. Leylin patted the tauren's broad shoulder and said, "I suppose we can be considered friends in this dangerous city inhabited by the Nightborne elves."
The tauren was startled. This human who could use magic seemed even more eerie than these Nightborne elves. However, he appeared much more benevolent than these ghostly elves, he hadn't detected any additional negative emotions in this human.
"For now, yes, but if I catch you using these terrifying magical powers to create chaos, I will still take you back to Highmountain and have our Spiritwalkers severely punish you!" The tauren repeated his warning to Leylin.
This tauren and his tribe were deeply wary of powerful magic; from his aversion, Leylin could sense that their race had suffered at the hands of magic.
"I am Leylin, a human mage from the Eastern Continent," Leylin introduced himself.
The tauren, seeing how sincere the human introduced himself, hesitated for a moment, displaying the warmth of the Highmountain Rivermane tribe: "Morhun Rivertamer, a tauren warrior and trainee shaman of the Highmountain Rivermane tribe."
After introductions, Leylin systematically recounted to Morhun how he had come to this land surrounded by the endless sea. From the orcish invasion to Gul'dan's thirst for power, until he raised the Tomb of Sargeras and unleashed the demons, Leylin told Morhun the whole story.
Morhun, never one for sharp minds, had been constantly reprimanded by the elderly shaman Jale Rivermane for his lack of critical thinking back in the Rivermane tribe.
"I don't quite understand what you're saying, but I can roughly understand it as you not doing these bad things, and you've come here to find something else, right?" Morhun said, scratching his head.
Leylin's eyes, which shone with a faint light, flickered a few times. He nodded and said, "You could say that, but you're not wrong."
"But can you tell me what Highmountain is? And besides the Rivermane tribe, are there any other tauren tribes on this land?" Leylin was filled with curiosity about this new region. It was different from the Eastern Kingdoms and Kalimdor; he knew nothing about it.
At most from what he could recall, the taurens located here in the broken isles are called Highmountain Taurens. As for the tribes, he barely could remember it.
"Highmountain is the homeland of our three tribes, and it's very far from here. However, I do know that historically our tauren tribe is composed of four major clans. These four tribes are Highmountain, Rivermane, Skyhorn and the Bloodtotem," Morhun explained to Leylin.
"What about the history of your tribe? What kind of cultural totem does it originate from, or who are your ancestors?" Leylin pressed.
Morhun awkwardly scratched his forehead, almost a standard gesture to cover his ignorance: "Heh heh, to be honest, when I was studying with Chieftain Jale, I didn't quite understand some of the knowledge taught. My ambition wasn't in those complicated totems; my goal was to explore the entire continent and capture more strange and unusual creatures."
*Sigh!* " What kind of freakish tauren is this?"
"Alright, alright, since you don't know, I'll investigate. Do you know where we are now?" Leylin casted [Far Sight] and discovered that he and Morhun were hiding beneath a vast city. Although his magical senses had a detection range of 30 kilometers, unfortunately, it still couldn't extend beyond this city.
Morhun rubbed his hands together confidently and said, "This is the city of the Nightborne elves, it existed even before our ancestors. I heard from the elders of the tribe that this city is called Suramar, the homeland of the Nightborne elves."
Leylin's eyes sharpened slightly as he listened to Morhun's words. The story he had been eager to hear hung in the air, but Morhun's remark cut through his anticipation like a blade. With a sheepish smile and a resigned sigh, Morhun scratched his head once more, as if trying to clarify his own thoughts.
"Don't have any illusions about me," Morhun said, his voice carrying a hint of dry humor. "My ideal is the entire continent."
Leylin blinked, taken aback for a moment. For a moment, he thought Morhun might be joking, but the serious tone in his voice told him otherwise.
"You might as well say that's all you know," Leylin said with a wry smile.
Morhun's large nostrils flared as he breathed heavily, letting out a few muffled groans to vent his dissatisfaction: "Although I don't know the origins of the Nightborne elves here, I know the city's outer layout like the back of my hand. I've been secretly traveling around here for almost a month now, and let me tell you, I've discovered quite a few great places."
With such an excellent guide, Leylin wasn't worried about starving or being captured by the elves.
"Are you hungry?" Morhun patted his slightly protruding belly below his muscular chest.
"Yes, I haven't eaten for almost two days," Leylin answered honestly.
Morhun looked towards the garden on the outskirts of Suramar and said, "Come on, I'll take you to a nice place."