When the first ray of sunlight shone on the dilapidated walls of the northern castle that would never be repaired, Wojin wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked back uneasily.
Vol'jin is most worried about the pursuit of the ogre Jaina. With his strength, he cannot escape the pursuit of an archmage.
Fortunately, the worst thing didn't happen.
Sneaking into the Northern Castle, Wo'jin's purpose is to meet Bain and lobby the tauren chief Bain, which is the first step in Wo'jin's journey to become the great chief.
If even Baine can't convince him, Vol'jin can only choose to live in seclusion and never interfere with Azeroth's affairs.
Garrosh sent troops to Orgrimmar, waiting for the Alliance to enter the encirclement. It was very close to the Northern Castle. Baine had not slept well for several days in a row. There was a ship ready at the port at any time.
In the end, Bain simply slept in the boat and sailed away if there was any trouble.
Vol'jin saw Bain in the big ship where Baine was preparing to escape.
"I betrayed Thrall." Vol'jin said straight to the point.
"I betrayed Garrosh." Baine said honestly. This is not a secret and there is no need to hide it.
The two of them felt that they were in the same boat, and they liked each other better. Wojin took out his pipe and smoked it leisurely, puffing out smoke and saying:
"I don't care about the life and death of the Darkspear tribe, but you have to worry about the tauren of Thunder Bluff. Your situation is not as good as mine."
Bain snorted coldly: "Thunder Bluff is just a group of beef cattle, food for the orcs. Who would care about them? Without me, Garrosh would never have gotten the secret recipe of beef cattle."
Vol'jin was in charge of intelligence for Thrall, received some news, and smiled: "Garrosh sent someone to ask Sylvanas for help, hoping to resurrect the druids and shamans you killed and turn them into forgotten ones.
, if it succeeds, the tauren will still not escape the tragic fate of the beef cattle."
Baine asked in confusion: "Didn't Undercity declare war on Garrosh?"
Vol'jin glanced at the corner of his mouth, shook his head and said: "Politics is dirty, even life-and-death enemies will cooperate in private, not to mention Sylvanas, a cunning woman, as long as Garrosh pays the price, she is willing to help. If no one
If you stop it, the Forsaken mages will rush to Thunder Bluff, and you will be useless."
Baine's eyes dimmed. If he could not master the technology of beef cattle alone, Garrosh could support a new tauren chieftain at any time, and Baine could only go into exile.
Seeing that the fire was almost done, Wo Jin whispered:
"I am about to rush to the Undercity to persuade Sylvanas. If you are on my side, maybe I can persuade the Forsaken to give up helping Garrosh."
Bain's eyes lit up and he quickly said: "Of course we are on the same side!"
Vol'jin smiled and said: "It's too early to say this. Bain, I think you should understand that whether it is Garrosh's victory or Thrall's defeat of Garrosh, the situation of the tauren will only become more and more dangerous. It can be solved."
There is only one way."
"What method?"
"I will serve as the chief of the tribe." Vol'jin said solemnly.
"You, a Darkspear troll, can't do it, can't do it."
Bain felt very uncomfortable. Orcs were the only ones in the tribe. It was an unwritten rule that the chief of the tribe could only be an orc.
Vol'jin said seriously: "This is definitely not a joke. My plan is to overthrow Garrosh's rule and weaken Thrall's strength at the same time. Forget about the Forsaken, Tauren, Blood Elves, Darkspear Trolls, and Goblins.
As long as the combined strength of these four tribes is stronger than that of the orcs, I will be the chief."
Bain thought for a long time: "Impossible. If Garrosh is defeated, even if you force Thrall to give up the position of warchief, it will not fall on your head. Sylvanas has been staring at this position for a long time.
"
Vol'jin said confidently: "Sylvanas has a weakness, I will try to persuade her to give up the fight for the warchief."
Bain scratched his head, stopped insisting, and tried to ask: "Will you improve the situation of the tauren?"
"I promise it won't be any worse than it is now." Wo Jin said seriously.
Bain thought for a long time, and it was not his turn to be the chief of the tribe anyway. After all, the tauren were just food.
"Okay, I support you."
The corner of Vol'jin's mouth raised slightly, successfully persuading Bain, which meant that he took a big step towards becoming the chief of the tribe.
Compared with Baine who has nothing, it is very difficult to convince Sylvanas.
In the Undercity, Sylvanas and Nathanos Blightcaller hosted Vol'jin.
"Before I hand you over to Thrall, I would like to hear what you have to say." Sylvanas looked indifferent.
Wo'jin's expression was extremely calm, and he said calmly: "Your Majesty, if you hand me over to Thrall, you will not become the chief of the tribe."
Sylvanas raised her eyebrows: "Why can't I become the warchief of the tribe?"
"Just because you are a woman." There was a smile in Wo Jin's eyes.
The Wither stood up angrily and was about to pounce on Vol'jin, but was stopped by Sylvanas. Vol'jin explained unhurriedly:
"Your Majesty the Queen, I think you should be clear about the status of women among the orcs. Among the orcs, female orcs are just vassals and private property. The culture of the orcs has affected the entire Azeroth. Even if the orcs give up the fight for the position of warchief, they will not
Allow a woman to serve as chief of the tribe."
"You are looking for death!"
The Wither One tried to pounce on Vol'jin again, but was stopped by Sylvanas again:
"He's right...Vol'jin, so how can I become Warchief?"
Vol'jin raised his eyebrows: "You need a transitioner, a warchief who is not an orc, such as me. I promise to pass the warchief to you before I die, so that the voice of opposition will be much smaller. I am just a warchief."
The Darkspear Troll's lifespan is not even a fraction of yours. He can wait a few decades at most, and it will pass in the blink of an eye. After that, you will be the chief of the tribe forever."
Sylvanas stood up, clapped her hands and praised:
"That's very well said. It's a pity that I'm not that idiot like Bain. I still have to hand you over to Thrall and wait to be eaten by Thrall, Vol'jin."
Wo'jin was very surprised and asked: "I want to know the reason."
Sylvanas sneered: "Isn't the reason very simple? Who can serve as the chief of the tribe depends on the support of the moon god Elune. I don't think a Darkspear troll can get Elune's joy.
Orc, you are nothing."
Vol'jin was well prepared for this and smiled slightly: "Your Highness, you underestimate me. I know what the moon god Elune wants, and I can do it better than Thrall and Garrosh. After all, they are both
Orcs, some things are inevitably stressful, but I don't care at all."
Sylvanas looked at Vol'jin in surprise: "How did you find out?"
Vol'jin shrugged and said: "Garrosh can replace Thrall as the warchief because he is more cruel, incompetent and more efficient in consuming the lives of orcs than Thrall."
Sylvanas was quiet for a long time, and finally showed a satisfied smile:
"Wo'jin, you have won my support, but you must listen to me in everything else."
"Of course." Wojin showed a satisfied smile.
As long as Sylvanas nodded, the blood elves would never dare to object, otherwise they would be prepared to bear the wrath of the Forsaken.
As for the goblins, Gallywix is currently working under Sylvanas.
In order to become the warchief of the Horde, Sylvanas officially got involved in the conflict between Thrall and Garrosh.