"The history you have seen does not tell you that with the help of dozens of chiefs, the victory of the Darkspear Trolls over the Murlocs was within easy reach. Feralas, the Lord of Tides, was scarred and left with only his last breath.
Under the leadership of Onshamdi, the Darkspear Troll warriors have invaded the Tide Lord's lair."
"What?"
Wo'jin was shocked when he heard this, and his body couldn't help but tremble.
"What's even more surprising is that after Boansamdi was exiled, no one could resist Feralas, the Lord of Tides. He launched a great tide, and half a million Darkspear Troll warriors were buried in the belly of the fish.
, the Darkspear Trolls who are alive now are all the cowards and descendants of betrayers who surrendered to the Murlocs back then, and no one’s blood is clean.”
"This! This! Five hundred thousand Darkspear trolls are all my own people!"
Vol'jin felt his head buzzing. He did not expect that the history of the Darkspear tribe was so terrifying.
"That's right, the Darkspear Troll has still not recovered its strength until now, but it has achieved the position of chief of the Senjin family. They can enjoy the glory, wealth, high position, and power. Wojin, remember, in the troll family,
No chief's position is clean, their hands are all stained with the blood of their own people."
Wo'jin lowered his head and fell into thinking, and his heart moved.
The mysterious existence continued to increase the temptation and talked eloquently: "It takes the hard work of hundreds of people to exchange for a wealthy life for one person, and it takes the innocent deaths of hundreds of thousands of Darkspear trolls to exchange for the chieftainship. This is the path to the chiefdom."
There is absolutely no second way to the position of chieftain, Wojin, don't you understand?"
"What should I do?" Vol'jin asked in a low voice.
"Very good, Vol'jin. You have finally got rid of the shackles of morality and conscience. This is the candidate I like. What you need to do is very simple. Release the news and declare in public that you should cooperate with the orcs. Chief Senjin's approach is
Wrong, trust me, there will be many stupid trolls who will respond to your call, and you can take the opportunity to gather strength."
After hearing this, Wojin shook his head and said amusedly: "Chief Senjin is cruel and even kills his favorite legitimate son at will. I don't want to be thrown into a boiling cauldron."
"Wo'jin, you haven't realized your advantages yet." The mysterious existence was well prepared and reminded:
"Your father is a big shot in the Zandalari Empire, with a high position of authority. The everlasting Zandalari Empire is not comparable to the small Darkspear tribe. Chief Senjin will never dare to touch you, otherwise he will
It will give the Zandalari Empire enough reason, and his position as chief will inevitably be lost."
Vol'jin fell into thinking. This was an extremely difficult decision. Not all trolls could betray their people without any bottom line, just like not all trolls could become chiefs.
"Don't hesitate, Wo'jin." The mysterious existence seemed a little impatient and urged:
"You are not young anymore. This is your only chance. My purpose is to cultivate a true warchief, a king who can conquer the entire Azeroth, not an indecisive troll. If you refuse, I will
You will definitely leave disappointed. Without my help, how will the fishermen and pirates who were robbed by you treat you?"
Vol'jin trembled after hearing this. Without the help of the mysterious being, he would die soon.
"Then what's the price? What's the price?"
Wo'jin knew very well that gods and mortals only had transactions, and no help was given in vain.
The mysterious being was silent for a long time before asking: "Do you have to know?"
"Yes, this is the prerequisite for all cooperation." Wojin said unequivocally: "Otherwise, I would rather refuse. I may not be able to live without you. I can hide my identity and become a wandering adventurer."
The mysterious being hesitated for a while and replied:
"A long time ago, a human predicted that my partner would be a beautiful and intelligent princess. The prediction was very close. Unfortunately, the god King Rastakhan has no children. My hopes are about to be dashed. Damn it, how could I
Believing in human prophecies will only deceive you. When you become a great king and a hero of the troll clan, you must marry your daughter to me. This is my condition and my only requirement."
This was not an unbearable price. On the contrary, Vol'jin felt that the price was too light, which made him unable to believe his good luck. He asked doubtfully: "If you just want a princess, Chief Senjin
He has countless daughters, and he will definitely be happy for you to choose them at will, and he won’t feel bad even if they all leave.”
"You won't understand."
There was a little shyness in the tone of the mysterious being:
"Chief Senjin doesn't pay much attention to his daughter. She is like a weed in the field. What I need is a real princess who is knowledgeable, sensible, decisive and wise. It is best for me to cultivate her in secret and become the ideal in my heart.
Partner, so I want to start training from her father. You have noble blood, and I am very optimistic about you."
Being raised as a god's bride, although Wo'jin felt a little funny in his heart, he was finally relieved and put aside his worries. After all, there are many kinds of Loa gods, and their unimaginable desires are difficult for mortals to understand.
Wojin's eyes flashed, and he finally made up his mind. He stood up, his body straight like a straight javelin, and looked in the direction of the Royal Palace on Darkspear Island, his eyes full of desire.
The mysterious existence praised:
"I'm very pleased, Vol'jin, I finally see your ambition, but you are facing in the wrong direction. Your stage is not in the small Echo Islands. The Darkspear tribe cannot accommodate your desires. You are going to look at Cali
Mudor, the land of the night elves, in the near future, the entire Azeroth will be yours."
Robbie sneaked onto the island and felt the familiar smell of death on the island.
It turns out to be Bwonsamdi, the troll god of death. He is secretly helping Vol'jin. What is the purpose of this insidious guy?
On the beach, a large group of resurrected fishmen were busy under the command of a troll.
There are no other trolls on the island, and Robbie can conclude that this old-looking troll must be Vol'jin.
Power can bring people confidence. Before becoming a chief, their temperament and appearance were completely different, and they were almost completely different from each other.
Robbie carefully observed the work of the fishmen. They were carving words on stones and wooden boards.
This is the language of the trolls. The general idea is that we Darkspear trolls should cooperate with the orcs. Chief Sen'jin insists on his own way. He is old and fatuous and will bring disaster to the Darkspear trolls. I, Wo'jin, support joining forces with the orcs.
"What operation is this?"
Robbie, who was observing secretly, was a little confused.
"Is this the beginning of Wo'jin ascending to the position of chief? Next we have to see the reaction of the old chief Sen'jin."
After checking the small island, among the desolate rocks and a little vegetation, Robbie found traces of Bwonsamdi, the god of death. This insidious guy was at the top of the island, looking at him with a mocking look.
Woking.
Robbie found Bwonsamdi, the god of death, but he did not know Robbie's existence. Robbie knew that this was his advantage, and it was not suitable to confront him face to face at this moment.
In the secret room of the Darkspear Troll Palace, Senjin and the old priest were discussing alone.
"Dear Chief," the old priest said with concern: "The orcs are just minions of the Burning Legion. If we defeat the orcs, how will we face the next Burning Legion?" (To be continued)