At least.
Why I say this, is true horde loyalist will always want a warchief, and the Tauren are grazing creatures now, so the Alliance would suite them better, the horde is no place for the timid Tauren.
Their nature is more aligned to the ideals of the alliance.
They obviously cant be trusted anymore in the horde, because once you betray something, the chances are you’ll do it again. (Example: you partner cheats on you, will you take them back?)
#GiveWorgenTails
What? 10char
Yes
Long story short:
He speaks the truth, Baine seems to prefer Stormwind to Orgrimmar if you know what I mean…
Depends if you drove them to it or not 
I don’t buy into this faction war - both sides have done terrible things.
We need a 3rd faction that just want to skip and play in fields filled with Peacebloom!!
Tauren are a weird fit because Undead have become a weird fit.
I think Tauren will feel more natural again now that the Horde isn’t warmongering lunatics led by an Undead mass murderer.
And that’s kindda the point of BfA’s story anyhow.
Anyone with eyes would really.
NOOOOOOOOO
Bad Anna!
Yes! We blood elves have been campaigning to remove the traitor tauren from the horde for a long time now!
Send them back to their alliance paymasters!!
Well said Blood elf
Uhmm… ehh… not to be too pedantic or anything but… you know…
You’re Tauren yourself.
Agreed, you can have the traitor-race and its whiny coward leader.
Edit: Can I have the dwarves/ dark Iron dwarves?
How rude!!!
Anyone can see I am a beautiful blood elf! Can you not see my beautiful golden hair?
The world contains millions of people who do…
Seems like a poor choice to me, but there it is.
That said, I’d be ok with having tauren. They’re kind of mellow.
I mean the taurens allegiance should have been clear after this “incident”:
"So there i was, surrounded by at least a hundred murlocs!" the heavy mustached man proclaimed, gesturing in a wide arc.The tawny tauren gasped in amazement. “what ever did you do?” Her voice had a brawny, muscular tone to it.
“The only thing i could do my lovely.” Marcus patted the sword resting on his thigh. “I brought them to justice!”
“Oh! With just a dagger? You are so brave!” Tanda cautiously reached for the blade, but pulled her hand away at the last second.
Marcus bristled. “What? This is a two-handed sword, enchanted to the hilt. Perhaps not as big as you’ve seen, but i know a few tricks to really make it sing,”
Tanda smiled demurely, fluttering her enormous eyelashes. She picked up one piece of cheese and held it close to Marcus’s lips. “Try this, it’s homemade.”
The handsome paladin stammered, “N-no. I’m, um, lactose intolerant.”
Tanda place the cheese back in the bowl. “Oh. are you sure? Does that mean you can’t tolerate me?” The buxxom tauren stepped forward, pressing herself against Marcus. The substantial height difference placed his face squarely in her chest. unable to see, he flailed in protest, finally finding purchase on her firm backside – his muffled apologetic sounds only made her giggle and squeeze him more tightly.
Just as his other hand found her tail, the light dimmed as an imposing figure moved into the doorway "“What the…”
Tanda exclaimed, “Bax, no!”
Marcus pulled his head away and gasped for air, looking at the angry tauren with wide eyes. “It’s not what it looks like!”
Bax charged, ramming into Marcus while uttering his challenge, “You mess with the bull, you get the horns!”
Marcus reeled and caught himself, digging his heel into the dirt. Seizing a horn in each hand, he held the tauren’s head down, fighting against his tremendous strength. Bax forced his head up, grunting and spitting in anger, only to have it repeatedly pushed down. They locked eyes for a moment, and with a final heave of explosive force, Bax wrenched himself free.
The powerful tauren swung his arms out wide, as if to crush Marcus in a mighty hug. “Blades of light!” proclaimed the paladin. A huge, pulsating sword thrust up from the ground between the two combatants, tearing through armor and clothing, searing the thick chest hair of Marcus and cutting a fine line into the tauren’s muscular chest.
Before they could move again. Tanda raised her hooved leg into the air and brought it down with warlike force. The man and the bull wobbled, clearly stunned. “Stop it. both of you!”
Marcus regained his composure and looked at Tanda, and then to Bax. Fur was ruffled and the bare parts of their leathery skin glistened with sweat. As they all stared one another down, the ridiculously good-looking Marcus spoke. “Well, since we’re mostly undressed already…”
<The story goes on, but your good taste prevents you from reading it.>
You know, for a blood elf, you’re quite… horny…
I’d say an elf being mistaken for a tauren is a compliment…
I am sorry, I already have a boyfriend.
Uhm… no. Afraid not.
conjures huge clump of ice in front of you that effectively becomes a mirror
Look. 
Sorry to break it to you.
Don’t feel bad though, if you do banish the Tauren to the alliance I’ll gladly receive you well.