No soldier dared question Warchief Sen'jin's orders.
Chief Senjin is wise, wise and great. His extraordinary wisdom is definitely beyond the imagination of an ordinary soldier. In the Dark Spear Tribe, Senjin has already transcended the realm of mortals. He is an omnipotent god.
Even if 50,000 elite soldiers died in the Tidal Bay, it was a great wisdom with deep meaning and an unparalleled wise decision, once again demonstrating the foresight of Warchief Sen'jin.
"It's weird, it's really weird." Wo'jin didn't understand why Sen'jin would let him go.
Afraid that Sen'jin would change his orders, Wo'jin left the palace of the Darkspear tribe as quickly as possible.
Probably Varimathras also believed that Vol'jin was bound to die, and Vol'jin did not see the Dreadlord.
The Burning Legion believed that Vol'jin was dead, and this was an excellent opportunity to escape, Vol'jin warned himself.
After finally surviving a near-death experience, do you just run away like this? From then on, you become anonymous and become a miserable wanderer, a helpless adventurer who doesn't know where your home is?
Having already paid so much, how could Woking be willing to give up?
The exhausted Vol'jin took a rest in a troll town. It was originally a dilapidated town, full of leaky wooden houses, the streets were muddy, and garbage was everywhere.
Among the Darkspear tribe, apart from the tall, grand and luxurious palace, which fills the hearts of the Darkspear trolls with pride, and the pretty good mansions of the Darkspear nobles, there are not many decent buildings.
Coupled with the massacre and plunder of the orcs, all the residents of the town fled, and most of the dilapidated houses were demolished. Wojin finally found a small hut to rest, and he couldn't help but worry about the future.
Just when Vol'jin was hesitant, he heard a group of Darkspear Trolls coming to the town. He looked out from the crack in the wall. Unfortunately, it was the patriarch of the Kukan family leading a group of people.
In order to survive, the Kukan family split into several waves and fled. Sen'jin sent out elite Darkspear guards to pursue them separately. Varimathras ordered Thrall to join the wave where the clan leader was, and all others gave up. In this way, the Kukan family
He planted the seeds of hatred in his heart and took revenge on the cruel Senjin at all costs.
However, the old patriarch of Kukan was very cunning. He had already prepared a substitute to break out on his behalf, and he himself led the real elite of the family to escape through the secret passage. This was an unexpected surprise that Varimathras did not expect.
"Just rest here, be on alert, and be ready to retreat at any time."
After arranging several tribesmen to stand guard, the old Kukan chieftain frowned and sighed in a broken house, worrying about the fate of his family. The fleeing trolls did not even dare to light a bonfire and could only eat some dry food to satisfy their hunger.
"Old patriarch, what should we do next?" a member of the Kukan family asked.
The old patriarch Kukan frowned deeply and said with a bitter look on his face:
"The family suddenly encountered such a major disaster, and I was not prepared. It was all the fault of the insidious Wojin. If it weren't for him, the Kukan family would not be in such a situation. I am hesitant in my heart. Why don't you tell me what to do next?
manage?"
A family member said: "It is better to seek refuge in the Zandalari Empire. The Zandalari Empire has existed forever and has the protection of many Loa gods. It should be enough to protect itself. The network we have established in the Zandalari Empire can be used."
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Another family member disagreed: "In my opinion, Zandalari God King Rastakhan and Sen'jin are the same as each other. Neither of them is a good person. It is better to go to the Ghost Land and join the Zul'Amani tribe."
"It's a joke. Zul'jin himself can't protect himself. Why don't we jump into the fire pit of our own accord? Besides, the Echo Islands are thousands of miles away from Zul'Aman. I'm afraid we'll be wiped out by the orcs before we get there."
Listening to the clan members expressing their opinions, the old clan leader Kukan suddenly said: "My suggestion is to join the Scourge Legion."
"Scavenger Legion, Alsace?" The tribesmen were stunned after hearing this. One of the family members worriedly said:
"Chief, you have to think clearly. The Lich King Arthas leads a group of dead people, how can he accept living people? I guess he will make us undead."
The old patriarch of Kukan shook his head and said seriously: "The most imminent threat to Azeroth now is the attack of the Burning Legion. No matter whether we escape to the Zandalari Empire or the Amani tribe, there are only two final results: we will be wiped out by the Burning Legion.
, or join the Burning Legion, but if the Burning Legion has orcs, how can they accommodate enemies like us?"
The tribesmen nodded after hearing this. This is indeed the truth.
"Only the Scourge has successfully resisted the Burning Legion. If Azeroth wins the victory against the Burning Legion, who can it count on? The stupid night elves? The cruel Zandalari trolls, or even the orcs who can't fight
The human kingdom? Apart from the Scourge, I really can’t think of a second answer.”
The old patriarch's analysis touched the hearts of the clan members.
"Yes, the Scourge Legion is all dead, or they are also hoping for living people to join." A family member rolled his eyes and said: "I heard that Arthas is a benevolent prince, although he may not trust us.
It’s a demon, but I think it shouldn’t be difficult to provide shelter to keep us alive.”
"Humans are different from us trolls. Although they are also full of intrigues, they must remain fair on the surface." Another family member made a serious analysis: "We should be the first living people to take the initiative to join the Scourge Legion.
, if Arthas executes us, who else will trust the Scourge?"
"Unfortunately, I am born in these troubled times, and it's good to be able to survive." The old patriarch said with a bitter smile: "If I were not really desperate, I would not take this risk. Since everyone has no objections, I have decided like this."
Vol'jin, who was hiding in the dark, heard all this. If Ku'kan really surrendered to the Scourge, then Varimathras's conspiracy would have completely failed, and at the same time, the Burning Legion would lose face. Thrall
The orcs he led were unable to fight the Darkspear tribe, and the Burning Legion could only withdraw from Azeroth.
Wo'jin suddenly realized that this might be a rare opportunity, just like a critical moment in history, when a hero needs to stand up and single-handedly reverse the situation.
"God help me, I am that great hero."
Wo'jin straightened his clothes, took the initiative to come out of his hiding place, and laughed loudly:
"Chief Kukan, people say you are a wise old troll and a wise patriarch. I didn't expect you to be so confused. You are ruining your own people with your own hands."
"It's you, Vol'jin."
"Wo'jin, you despicable villain, I will skin you alive with my own hands."
The Kukan clan chiefs drew out their sharp blades and glared at Wo Jin. They only waited for the clan leader's order before chopping him into pieces.
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The old patriarch Kukan calmed down the irritable tribesmen. He first looked around and found that Wo Jin was the only one. The old patriarch breathed a sigh of relief, stared at Wo Jin and said:
"Wo'jin, you once claimed to be the illegitimate son of God King Rastakhan. We chose to believe you because we just wanted to find another way out. But you shouldn't harm us like this. If you can't make sense today, don't blame my people.
Show no mercy."
"Old Patriarch Kukan, don't you understand? I'm not harming you, but saving you." Wojin spread his hands with an innocent look on his face: "Is this how you treat your savior?" (To be continued)