Senjin knelt on the ground and wailed in pain, full of sorrow:
"Great God of Souls, it's all my fault. I mistakenly believed in the orcs, but please have mercy on my people. They are innocent. You definitely don't want them to die at the hands of the orcs."
"You want me to save your people, but you are not qualified."
The God of Souls viciously recounted the past: "When your ancestors banished me and allowed the murlocs to kill half a million Darkspear tribesmen, did you ever think of today? When the Darkspear tribes faced annihilation in Stranglethorn Valley, I was the one who guided them.
You entered the Echo Islands, and I helped you expel the fishmen and win your living space.
"When the Darkspear tribe was at its most powerful, even the everlasting Zandalari Empire could only treat them as equals and as brothers and neighbors. Look at how humiliating and despicable the Darkspear tribe is now."
Senjin cried bitterly, with tears streaming down his face: "Thousands of mistakes are all our fault. You are a tolerant god. I just ask you to forget your past grudges and lend a helping hand. The Darkspear tribe will definitely remember today's mistakes."
The grace of salvation.”
"How do you treat my kindness and how can I trust you? Senjin." The God of Souls was silent for a long time and smiled sinisterly: "It's very interesting. I thought of a little game. Senjin, what do you want?
To save your own people? Unfortunately, you have to pay a price, a deal with a god."
"I agree no matter what the cost." Senjin made up his mind.
"Oh! No, no! I have already seen through you, Senjin." The God of Soul seemed to see through everything:
"You think that the Darkspear tribe is about to perish, so these tribesmen who should have died have earned it no matter what the cost, even if more than half of them died, but that is not the case. I have seen a good future, Senjin,
All the orcs’ plots are against you, and you have been figured out by them.”
Sen Jin was stunned for a moment, not knowing what the God of Souls meant.
"You haven't despaired yet, have you? Senjin, because you still have hope in your heart." The God of Souls said in a sarcastic voice: "A wandering illegitimate child, you thought it was well hidden, but unfortunately I already knew about him.
His soul will be a toy of mine, and I am looking forward to that moment."
"How did you know?" Senjin turned pale with fright.
"You have underestimated the ability of a god." The God of Souls said proudly: "In your opinion, if you cannot return to the Troll Palace, the Darkspear tribe will be wiped out by the orcs. In fact, this is not the case. As long as you
If you don't go back, the Darkspear tribe will elect a new chief. When the orcs and conspirators face strangers they don't understand, their plots will inevitably be frustrated, and the Darkspear tribe has a high probability of being saved."
Senjin raised his head and looked at the top of the altar in surprise, unable to believe his ears.
"So the thing is that simple." The God of Soul said with a smile: "Now I give you two choices. First, stay here and wait for death to come and the Dark Spear tribe be saved. Second, I will send you back to the Dark Spear.
tribe, and then you foolishly ruined the Darkspear tribe with your own hands, how should you choose? Sen'jin."
Senjin replied without hesitation: "The Dark Spear tribe is mine. We, the Senjin family, as chiefs, should live and die together with the tribe."
"Insidious and selfish chief, Senjin, you know this tragic future, but you are unwilling to give up the power in your hands, hoping that you can create a miracle. Admit it, your ability is no longer enough to cope with the situation at hand. The Dark Spear tribe will inevitably
Death in your hands, okay, I will fulfill my promise, I am happy to see the demise of the Darkspear tribe."
A light lit up at the top of the altar, and a gloomy portal appeared.
Senjin stood up and walked straight to the portal. He had only one thought in his mind: The Darkspear tribe belongs to me. Even if it rots, it must be kept in my hands. No other trolls will be allowed to get involved.
Fifty thousand elite members of the Darkspear tribe were destroyed in the Tidal Bay, and their corpses were made into hard meat by the orcs. The Darkspear Palace was in an uproar after receiving the news. It was said that there were nearly 150,000 Darkspear tribe members in the palace, so guarding the palace would not be a problem.
It's just that the warchief Sen'jin is missing, and the Darkspear tribe is not used to being without a chief's leadership.
Also missing along with Chief Senjin were his three legitimate sons. There was no designated heir, and he soon fell into chaos.
Several of Senjin's powerful illegitimate sons came forward, all wanting to inherit the position of chief. No one would accept the other, and a melee was about to break out.
At the same time, Thrall led the orcs to the Darkspear Palace at a rapid march, hoping to capture this strong fortress before the new chief was confirmed.
Amid internal and external troubles, the Darkspear tribe faced a life-or-death moment, and a wise Darkspear witch doctor stepped forward.
Zalazane is a witch doctor who is proficient in dark magic and a mysterious figure of the Darkspear tribe. He is usually low-key and focuses on the study of magic. He never covets power or wealth.
He quickly used dark magic to control Senjin's illegitimate sons, and ascended to the chieftainship with thunderous means.
Zalazane's success was not accidental. He had seen through the orcs a long time ago and knew that Sen'jin's trip would inevitably end. But he also knew that he could not persuade the stubborn Sen'jin. For the sake of the Darkspear tribe, he could only do it in advance.
Prepared.
At the most critical moment, Zalazane firmly united the Darkspear tribe and conveyed a series of orders in the name of the warchief. The situation was temporarily stabilized and everything developed in a good direction.
The orc army led by Thrall arrived and saw that the palace was heavily defended and the new chief had succeeded, so they had no choice but to leave.
After entering the portal, Senjin entered a boundless world surrounded by only gray mist. He wandered for a long time and could not find the exit. The voice of the God of Souls kept echoing in his ears:
"Senjin, don't you think about it? Your stupid behavior will only bring destruction to the Darkspear tribe."
Senjin was unmoved and his attitude was firm. He just wanted to return to the palace as soon as possible.
I don't know how long it took, but the annoying voice of the God of Souls disappeared, and a mysterious passage appeared. Senjin hurriedly got into the passage. After walking a certain distance, he looked up and saw that it was already the troll's palace.
After learning the news of Sen'jin's return, Zalazane did not protest and voluntarily gave up his position as chief and fled.
Zalazane knew very well that although Sen'jin was played with Thrall's palm bones several times, which caused the Darkspear tribe to suffer a lot, he knew better the power of habit. No matter how incompetent Sen'jin was, the Darkspear tribe was already used to it.
Under his rule, the people supported Senjin from the bottom of their hearts, and many wealthy nobles were tied to Senjin's interests.
In comparison, Zalazane's prestige is far from enough, and his foundation is still shallow. If Zalazane refuses to give up his position as chief, then the Darkspear tribe will inevitably fall into long-term civil strife.
Senjin is not just one of his incompetent illegitimate sons. He has long been wary of Zalazane's dark magic.
The civil strife in the Darkspear tribe would only allow the orcs to take advantage of the situation. For the sake of the overall situation, Zalazane had the only choice. Sen'jin regained the position of chief without any effort and began a series of great purges.
Tens of thousands of Darkspear tribesmen who supported Zalazane were massacred, but in any case, the situation was temporarily stable.
But soon, something gave Senjin a headache. A plague broke out in the Troll Palace. (To be continued)