"You mean the Burning Legion?" Senjin sneered and shook his head: "Even the eternal Zandalari Empire is far from being a match for the Burning Legion. I have never thought of confronting the Legion."
The high priest looked at Senjin in surprise: "Dear chief, what do you mean?"
Senjin chuckled and said proudly:
"The Burning Legion will never take in waste. As long as we defeat the orcs, we can completely replace them. The invasion of the Burning Legion is a disaster for Azeroth, but it is the hope for the rise of our Darkspear tribe."
The high priest let out a sigh of relief, this idea was very satisfying to him.
If there is a real conflict with the Burning Legion, the Darkspear Trolls will be wiped out. How can a mere Darkspear Trolls fight against a legion that can destroy countless worlds?
There was a dangerous light in Senjin's eyes: "High Priest, you must pay more attention when serving Feralas, the Lord of Tides. The Lord of Tides can help us resist the orcs, but we must not let the murlocs get ahead of us.
We surrendered to the Burning Legion before, and Lady Darkspear has blessed us. I hope the Legion will not take a fancy to a group of stupid murlocs."
The high priest confidently assured: "As far as I know, the fishman Feralas seems to have received some kind of omen and regards the Burning Legion as a life and death enemy. I don't think the fishmen will join the Legion, and the Legion will reject them."
"Some kind of omen?" Senjin was shocked. He also received a mysterious omen, so he made the decision to refuse to cooperate with the orcs. It's strange, what kind of existence is this person hidden behind the scenes?
Thinking of this, Senjin was confused for a moment and didn't know how to make a decision.
The high priest didn't notice Sen'jin's concerns, and suddenly remembered something: "Dear warchief, there is an unknown person named Vol'jin who accused your decision of being wrong. He said so boldly that the Darkspear trolls must cooperate with the orcs.
, only by uniting can we save Azeroth."
"Stupid." Senjin shouted impatiently: "The orcs are just slaves of the Burning Legion. We are just slaves to the orcs. What a humiliation this is. By the way, you said this person is called Vol'jin."
The high priest nodded: "He claims to be your son. Of course, this is a fabricated lie. He is an ominous person who was exiled. My suggestion is to eradicate him directly while Wo'jin's influence is not yet great.
Otherwise, there will be endless troubles.”
Being able to go against the great chief, being a lifelong tyrant, or being a fool.
Senjin lowered his head and muttered, hesitating for a long time before saying: "It doesn't matter, I'll let him make the decision. It's hard for a small shrimp to make big waves. I want the people of the Darkspear Troll to see that I, Senjin, am a
Merciful Chief."
The high priest wondered why the cruel and murderous Chief Sen'jin had changed his temper. The high priest had heard some rumors. It was said that Vol'jin's father was an important minister of the Zandalari Empire, but the high priest did not believe it.
The nobles of the Zandalari Empire are all about face, so why would they let their illegitimate son live on a deserted island?
"The war between us and the orcs must not be careless." Senjin looked serious and ordered meticulously:
"Immediately notify the fishmen to cooperate with us in the battle. If necessary, pray for the help of the Tide Lord and send a message to the navy of Kul Tiras, asking them to send a fleet to block the orc fleet. No matter what harsh conditions they put forward, we agree
Come down, as long as the Darkspear tribe succeeds in replacing the orcs as the minions of the Burning Legion, I will definitely destroy these humans first, oh, no, the Zandalari Empire first."
The Darkspear Tribe has entered a state of first-level war preparation. Almost all the Troll Tribe are soldiers, and even the women have good combat effectiveness. They have lived in the Echo Islands for many years and have already adapted to ocean life.
In addition, the trolls are good at throwing javelins, and the Darkspear trolls can ensure the accuracy of javelins on constantly shaking ships. As long as the battlefield is placed on the ocean, with the cooperation of the murlocs, the orcs will inevitably fail.
With the help of the rotten fishmen, the news of Wo'jin's opposition to Chief Sen'jin quickly spread throughout the Darkspear tribe. Everyone was waiting to see Wo'jin's body hung on a flagpole for public display, or thrown into a boiling cauldron.
Ripe.
The strange thing is that Chief Senjin ignored this, as if he didn't hear it.
Chief Sen'jin's unexpected behavior caused the tribesmen to speculate about Wo'jin's life experience.
A more reliable theory is that Vol'jin is the illegitimate son of a prominent figure in the Zandalari Empire. It is even said that he is the son of the god king Rastakhan, and he will return to inherit the throne soon.
Unreliable theory: Vol'jin is the descendant of an evil god, or the evil god descended.
There are also different opinions on this. The evidence is that the Lady Darkspear appeared on the day Wo'jin was born. The more common theory is that Wo'jin is a member of the All Spirits and came to save the Darkspear tribe.
Various mysterious auras shroud Wo'jin's body, and people are speculating about his identity. The rumors become more and more bizarre.
Varimathras wandered around the Darkspear tribe as Blackgold, and soon heard about Vol'jin's reputation.
A rational Dreadlord, of course, does not believe that Vol'jin is the reincarnation of all spirits. He prefers to believe that Vol'jin is the illegitimate son of a great noble of the Zandalari Empire. At the same time, Varimathras realizes that this is an opportunity, and the Burning Legion needs
Find a nail in the Darkspear tribe to coordinate with the orcs' attack.
Now the only one who dares to openly oppose Chief Sen'jin is Wo'jin, and there is no other choice.
Varimathras hired a small fishing boat and landed on the island where Vol'jin was exiled.
Before the arrival of the Dreadlord, Vol'jin gained several followers, including a pirate who lost his arms, a fisherman without a fishing boat, several escaped felons, and a lost ogre.
The Black Gold disguised as Varimathras was the only normal troll. After a brief conversation, Wojin discovered that this Black Gold was very knowledgeable, with knowledge of astronomy and geography. He was an amazing talent, and he was particularly happy.
Varimathras also felt a mysterious power shrouding Vol'jin, guessing it was a certain Loa god.
Among the trolls, the support of the gods is a prerequisite for becoming a chief, which gives Varimathras hope.
"From now on, you are my chief, and I am willing to serve you, the great Chief Woking."
Varimathras showed false loyalty.
"Don't say that." Vol'jin shook his head and said modestly: "I am just trying to save Azeroth and do my little bit for the great savior Thrall. I have never had any concern for the position of chief.
I have no idea, not to mention that I only have these few here, so how can I replace Chief Senjin."
"Senjin is a complete fool, and his stupidity will ruin the Darkspear tribe."
Varimathras cursed Sen'jin fiercely, and then said confidently:
"Warchief Wo'jin, you are the hero in my heart, the only hope of the Darkspear tribe. I admire your vision and wisdom from the bottom of my heart. Believe me, as long as I go out for a spin, I guarantee with my dexterous tongue,
It can bring you a lot of help, all it takes is a little help from you."
Wo'jin looked at the young troll strangely: "I don't know how I can help you."
Varimathras smiled mysteriously and said: "Great Chief Vol'jin, I need a personal letter from you." (To be continued)