Chapter 634: The position of the blood-stained chief
"Chance?"
Wojin was lying on a rock by the seaside, looking at a crab that seemed unobtrusive, waving its pincers, and acting domineering. He shook his head and laughed at himself:
"What chance do people like me have? An ominous person, an exiled prisoner, can only wait for death alone here."
The strange voice made a harsh mocking sound: "Hey, Wo Jin, you are right, you are a loser, a trash abandoned by your tribe. I just ask you, do you have hatred in your heart?"
"certainly."
Wo'jin gritted his teeth, raised his fist, smashed the crab flat, and replied viciously.
He has not forgotten the suffering of these years. His mother died of illness when he was very young, and he lived alone on the island. The endless loneliness and loneliness tortured his heart.
Even if I occasionally go to the tribe's settlement to exchange daily necessities, I don't dare to reveal my identity for fear of being discovered.
"How much do you hate your people?" the voice continued seductively.
Wo'jin's eyes flashed with hatred: "I wish they could all die."
"Excellent, Wojin, this hatred is your greatest advantage." The voice continued to seduce: "What people fear most in life is to fall into mediocrity and be no different from other people. But you are different. The unknown will make you suffer.
Abandoned by fate, it has brought you fame. Many trolls believe that being unknown is actually a symbol of strength."
Wojin hesitated for a moment. He knew very well that the so-called unknowns were caused by the mysterious gods who accompanied him and were not caused by his own abilities. He shook his head and said:
"Okay, I want to know what real gains can I get from being unknown besides a useless reputation?"
"People's expectations, people's destination, this is the benefit of being unknown." The voice said in an indefensible tone: "Loneliness gives you time to think, and you can look at the world from an objective perspective. The height of your thoughts is different from that of Dark Spear Island.
Completely different from those stupid trolls, this is a necessary condition for becoming a king."
"King?"
Wo'jin almost laughed out loud after hearing this. He was already quite old at this moment, and he was not considered a young man among the trolls. Generally, at this age, the successful people he envied had already made great achievements.
"Okay, am I going to be a great king, the king of a bunch of crabs? Or maybe a turtle too?"
The mysterious existence is not inspired by Woking:
"Don't be discouraged. The king needs to take advantage of the situation. If it were in a peaceful era, you would have no hope of becoming the chief of the Darkspear tribe. But now Azeroth is in troubled times. Since the orcs invaded from the Dark Portal, the storm is surging.
It’s time for a hero with ideals to make great achievements. All you lack is an opportunity. Now this opportunity has come, and it is fair and square in front of every Darkspear troll. Whoever can grasp it will be the hero and the chief of the tribe."
"Chief of the Darkspear tribe? Replace that old guy Sen'jin?"
Although Vol'jin lives alone on the island, he does not close his eyes and listens. The mysterious gods always bring him the latest news from the outside world. His understanding of the world's situation may be even better than Sen'jin's.
Wo'jin shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently:
"You mean those orcs? I don't think the Darkspear Trolls will be defeated. The orcs can defeat humans, slaughter the high elves in Silvermoon City, and eat all the people in the Kingdom of Dalaran. That's because humans and elves are too stupid.
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"No, it's because there are too many smart people."
The mysterious voice mocked: "A smart person will bring victory and hope. When there are too many smart people, they will collectively become fools. After all, the nature of life is selfish. When enough smart people don't care about themselves,
The interests of this world are not enough in the first place, so competition will only bring death and disaster."
I have to admit that this mysterious existence is like a wise man and a wise mentor, teaching Wojin many principles of life and doing things without asking for anything in return.
Wo'jin chuckled: "Then shall I be regarded as a fool or as a wise man."
"You have to be the smartest and get all the benefits."
The mysterious existence meticulously helped Wojin analyze:
"It will be difficult for the orcs to defeat the Darkspear trolls, and they may even suffer a disastrous defeat and never recover. If someone helps the orcs open the door to victory at this time and end Sen'jin's rule, this person will definitely become the new chief."
"Are you making me a traitor to the Darkspear Trolls?"
Although Wo'jin hates his tribe very much and is taught by mysterious beings to have incorrect views, he still has basic morals and conscience:
"No, no, I don't want to do this. The tribe will scold me for the rest of my life. I want to succeed in a legitimate and legitimate way, such as using the combat skills and witchcraft I learned to help the tribe defeat the orcs, make achievements, and become a great hero."
The mysterious existence sneered: "Then Sen'jin was afraid of your reputation and feared that his position as chief would not be preserved. He slandered you as a traitor to the Darkspear Troll and a lackey of Thrall. He chopped your body into pieces and fed it to the people in the swamp.
Hydra?"
"this?"
Wo'jin frowned, the analysis of the mysterious existence was entirely possible.
No, it will definitely happen.
"Wo'jin, your remaining conscience and morality are the stumbling blocks for you to become a king. You have believed the lies of history. It seems that traitors have no good end, but the real situation is that almost all traitors have become heroes. Those who betrayed the people
Instead, he became famous and high, how do you think the chief of the Senjin family came to be?"
Wo'jin showed interest. Although the mysterious being had been lying about Wo'jin's father, the mysterious being had never deceived him about other matters.
The mysterious existence sneered:
"The Darkspear trolls moved from Stranglethorn Vale to the Echo Islands. In order to compete for the limited living space, they started a war with the local murlocs. Dozens of chiefs died at the hands of the murlocs, and countless tribesmen sacrificed their lives.
It can be said that there is a blood feud, and Boon Samdi, the god of death and souls who protects the Darkspear Trolls, has sworn that he is incompatible with the murlocs."
Vol'jin was surprised after hearing this. He had known that there had been conflicts between the Darkspear Trolls and the Murlocs, but he did not know that the hatred was so deep. This period of history seemed to have been downplayed a lot.
"What happened next?" Vol'jin asked.
The mysterious being's voice was full of hatred, and he replied viciously:
"At that time, the Darkspear Troll had an inconspicuous candlestick priest, who was only responsible for placing candles when worshiping the gods. He secretly colluded with Fisla, the Lord of Tides believed by the fishmen, and Fisla gave him the ruins from the depths of the ocean.
At the critical moment of the sacrifice, the little priest tore open the dark scroll and successfully banished Boonsamudi."
Wo'jin exclaimed, plotting against the gods who protect his people. This is an unforgivable crime:
"What happened to the priest?"
The mysterious existence sighed:
"The little priest announced to the outside world that Boangsamdi fell and became the chief with the help of the fish-men, who is the ancestor of Senjin. You see, he betrayed his tribe and colluded with the fish-men, but now he has been recognized by the people.
, it seems that cooperating with the fish-men is the right choice, and I have successfully cleared myself."
Vol'jin thought for a while and nodded: "Although I despise the actions of the traitors, I think there is nothing wrong with the Darkspear trolls cooperating with the fishmen. Putting aside the past hatred and peace is the right choice for a chief.
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"History has blinded you, poor Wo'jin." The mysterious existence's sarcasm became even stronger. (To be continued)