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Chapter 666: Lie Three

After Senjin burned Robbie's secret message, it was as if nothing had happened, as if he had never known about the secret passage. He had neither made any arrangements nor made any special arrangements. Everything remained as before.

It’s so strange, why would Senjin make such a decision?

Robbie couldn't figure it out, but this aroused Robbie's interest, and he suspected that there must be a conspiracy.

On a dark and windy night, Thrall sent a team of elite orcs to secretly enter the secret passage with fire starters and wait for the opportunity in the secret passage.

Subsequently, the orcs launched an all-round attack on the troll palace. Time could no longer be delayed. Thrall made a desperate move and devoted all his troops to launch a fierce attack from all sides.

Senjin commanded the battle as usual, divided his troops to resist, and turned a blind eye to the tunnel.

When the war was at its most intense, the orcs in the secret passage took advantage of the chaos and entered the palace and started setting fires everywhere.

The strength of the Darkspear trolls originally lagged behind the orcs, and they could barely withstand the pressure only by relying on the natural danger of the palace.

After a fire broke out in the palace, the defending Darkspear Trolls thought that the orcs had invaded. Their morale completely collapsed, and all the obstacles fell one after another. The orc army successfully entered the palace.

When the fire broke out in the palace, Senjin finally made a timely response. There was not only one secret passage in the palace. Senjin led five of his close subordinates who had prepared long ago to escape through another secret passage.

This Senjin, Robbie didn't know what to say. If he could make an effective response in advance, he could use the secret passage to catch all the orcs, thereby changing the direction of history.

Unfortunately, Senjin's strange reaction personally destroyed the Darkspear tribe. After the orcs invaded the palace, hundreds of thousands of Darkspear tribe members were massacred. Their corpses were hung on wooden poles like animals, and their skins were removed, their flesh and bones boiled.

After that, the orcs swept around the Echo Islands to eliminate any fish that had slipped through the net. They found the Darkspear tribe hiding in swamps, caves, and desert islands and killed them all.

Robbie secretly followed Senjin who escaped, wanting to see his true purpose.

After Senjin led five of his confidants to escape from the secret passage, they then got into a secret cave. This was a lair that Senjin had prepared long ago, with sufficient food and daily necessities. It seemed that it would be waiting for the orcs to retreat.

Coming out.

Things are definitely not that simple, and Robbie determines that there is another conspiracy.

The Darkspear tribe soon became history. Only a few members such as Vol'jin, Lorkhan, and Zalazane survived, as well as the remnants of Sen'jin who escaped. The Darkspear tribe in the Echo Islands existed in name only.

Number.

Thrall was so proud that he finally fulfilled the Legion's request. Unfortunately, the only drawback was that Sen'jin was not found, which made Thrall feel very regretful.

After the Darkspear tribe was destroyed, Vol'jin and Lorkhan followed their original plan and summoned wandering trolls from all over Azeroth under the banner of the Darkspear tribe. No matter what they had done before or what mistakes they had made, they would never come.

Refuse.

The palace of the Darkspear trolls was burned down by the orcs and turned into a pile of rubble. On the old site of the palace, the new Darkspear tribe was established, inheriting the ancient inheritance and glowing with new glory.

Not long after, tens of thousands of trolls came from all over the country and joined Wo'jin's command.

Looking at the re-established Darkspear tribe, Vol'jin nodded with satisfaction and said to Lockhan excitedly:

"Look, with our efforts, we finally saved the entire Darkspear tribe. We are the great heroes of the Troll tribe and the new founders of the Darkspear tribe."

Lockhan looked at the newly joined trolls, many of them pirates, murderers, notorious wanted criminals, etc., almost all of them were the filthiest scum and despicable things of the troll clan. He couldn't help but frown secretly and whispered:

"Things have changed and people have changed. It's just a false name. All the people are dead. What's the point of such a rescue?"

Vol'jin was proud of his position as warchief, patted Lorkhan on the shoulder, and said disapprovingly:

"You have to take a longer view. This is how truly great people grow up. We are destined to be the heroes of Azeroth. In the future, we will definitely be as famous as Thrall, the savior. Let us fight for Azeroth."

Lockhan had a bitter look on his face. For the first time, he felt that the so-called "hero" was actually a kind of sad irony.

One general succeeded in killing ten thousand bones, and the destruction of 300,000 Darkspear trolls forged the heroic path of Vol'jin and Lorkhan.

"Don't forget, Sen'jin is still alive." Lockhan reminded.

Vol'jin was also stunned after hearing this. As long as Sen'jin is still alive, the truth of today will always be revealed. For the reputation of the hero, Sen'jin must die. He had no choice but to search the entire Echo Islands, and Sen'jin seemed to have disappeared.

During the process of rebuilding the Darkspear tribe, Vol'jin suddenly heard the voice of the gods that had been silent for many days.

This mysterious god, who had been secretly protecting Vol'jin since childhood, disappeared after Vol'jin took refuge with the orcs. After Vol'jin became the chief of the Darkspear tribe, the god finally made a voice again.

"Wo'jin, congratulations on becoming the chief of the Darkspear tribe." The god seemed particularly happy and could not conceal his inner excitement: "Now only Sen'jin is left. I can tell you his whereabouts. How do you plan to deal with it?"

"

"Of course, capture him, kill him with your own hands, and hand over the head to the Burning Legion." Vol'jin said fiercely: "This is a great achievement, and I can't give him to Thrall."

"No, no, Wojin, Senjin is the chief of the Darkspear tribe after all. No matter how you treat the members of the Darkspear tribe, it's okay. After all, no one remembers the fate of the ants, but Senjin is different. Is there any credit for killing him?

question, but you have to make up a convincing story.”

Wo'jin thought for a long time: "It's better to say that Senjin was ambushed by fishmen and died."

The mysterious god sneered:

"It's a lie full of loopholes, but it doesn't matter. When you become the chief, your lies will also be the truth. Now I will tell you the whereabouts of Senjin. You don't need to bring too many soldiers. He only has a few subordinates around him.

"

The troll god of death, Bwonsamdi, turned out to be one of the masterminds of this conspiracy.

Robbie witnessed Vol'jin leading dozens of reliable elites, under the guidance of Bwonsamdi, to Sen'jin's hideout.

In the dark cave, a bonfire was lit in the middle. Senjin and his five confidants sat around the fire in the shape of a six-pointed star. The dancing firelight reflected Senjin's old face.

When Wo'jin led his subordinates to surround him, Senjin seemed to be well prepared and said in a hoarse voice:

"Wo'jin, the new chief of the Darkspear tribe, you are finally here. I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Wojin also had many questions in his mind, such as why Senjin let him go in the palace.

He looked at the old troll carefully and suddenly felt that their faces were similar.

Senjin looked at Wojin with a kind face and smiled happily: "It's so similar. You and your mother are almost carved out of the same mold. When I see you, I remember the past."

"What are you talking about?" Wo'jin's mother died young, but he still remembered her mother's appearance, which was not similar to him at all.

Sen'jin stretched out his dry hands, seemingly wanting to touch Wo'jin's face, but finally put them down:

"Vol'jin, your father is not a Zandalari troll. You are my son, my bloodline. Everything I do is for you. For your future, I would rather the entire Darkspear Troll be destroyed."

(To be continued)


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