Vol'jin was in a state of shock and refused to believe what Senjin said. His body swayed and he took a step back before steadying himself.
"Hey, Warchief Sen'jin, you actually lied to me in order to survive." Wojin glared and said: "My mother is a pure-blooded Darkspear Troll. If you were my father, how could I be a pathetic person?"
of......"
Wojin took a hard breath and finally spit out the identity he had always been unwilling to face:
"Bastard."
In the ignorant troll clan, hybrids are mercilessly spurned.
When he was young, Vol'jin was humiliated more than once because of his identity. When he grew up, he took a closer look at his appearance and figure. He was indeed different from the ordinary Darkspear trolls and had some characteristics of the Zandalari trolls.
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Vol'jin had no sympathy for the Darkspear trolls, and his miserable life left him without any sense of belonging to this race, so he felt at ease and sold 300,000 Darkspear tribesmen in exchange for his own path to heroism.
Senjin stared at the fire in front of him and said sadly:
"I'm sorry, Vol'jin, your identity has brought you so much suffering. This is all my fault. You are indeed a hybrid. Your mother is a Zandalari troll, the love of my life. She
He is a respectable priest."
Vol'jin just sneered and looked at Senjin sarcastically. This former warchief who was struggling to his death was fabricating unreliable lies.
Vol'jin could conclude that Sen'jin was lying. He clearly remembered that his mother was an ordinary Darkspear troll.
Just listen to Sen Jin slowly say: "After you were born, your mother died due to dystocia. The royal family has no family ties since ancient times. It is difficult for your blood to survive in the intrigues of the palace. I can protect you for a while, but I cannot protect you for a lifetime.
, after my death, your brothers will eat you alive, I must make the most careful consideration.
"It happened that an unknown thing happened on Darkspear Island. Someone reported to me that a pregnant woman was about to give birth. A mysterious blood moon appeared in the sky. Ms. Darkspear showed her true identity. I realized this was an opportunity, so
I bribed the midwife and exchanged the two babies. There is another reason for this. Our family has offended the god of souls, Boonsamudi, and will suffer endless torture from him after death. I don't want this tragic fate to befall me.
On your body."
After hearing this, Wo'jin was dumbfounded and looked at Sen'jin in surprise. Sen'jin had a kind face, a sincere attitude, and his feelings came from the bottom of his heart. Although there was no evidence, Wo'jin was already a little shaken.
Senjin closed his eyes and showed a contented expression: "Your mother serves the great troll god of death Bwonsamdi, who is said to be older than the trolls themselves. Before she died, your mother used her own
As a price, Bwonsamdi protected you."
"Troll Death, Bwonsamdi." Vol'jin was stunned after hearing this. Vol'jin had never known the origin and identity of this god who secretly protected him. Unexpectedly, Sen'jin knew the truth.
The mysterious god did not reveal the truth, which proves that what Senjin said is true.
"Lies, all lies." Wojin covered his head with force and yelled stubbornly. He was unwilling to accept this cruel reality.
Sen'jin sighed: "Wo'jin, I know you have suffered over the years. When I heard that you had defected to the Burning Legion, I was very pleased. This is your chance. I got the news that Thrall will build a building from the Kukan family.
I broke into the secret passage, but I turned a blind eye. In the face of the Darkspear tribe and the relationship between father and son, I finally chose you, Wo'jin."
Wo Jin drew out the sharp war blade with a swipe sound, his eyes were blood red, and he stared at Sen Jin. Many of his subordinates also drew their weapons, and just waiting for Wo Jin's order, they cut off Sen Jin's head.
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Wojin slowly raised his right hand, lowered his head and looked at the ground, and never put it down.
Senjin smiled with relief: "Wojin, I have been waiting for you. The last thing I can do for you is to hand over my head to you in exchange for your power and glory. I hope it can make up for what I have done to you."
Your fault."
Two sharp war blades fell to the ground, and Wojin dropped his weapon with tears streaming down his face.
Why family affection is precious and love is priceless.
Just because of scarcity and rarity.
At this moment, Wojin experienced the family love he had dreamed of, touching the softest place in his heart.
The father and son looked at each other, and Wo Jin slowly closed his eyes, waiting for his fate to come.
Vol'jin picked up two war blades, but he still couldn't make up his mind to kill his father with his own hands.
An untimely hoarse voice sounded, echoing in the cave. It was none other than Bwonsamdi, the Troll God of Death:
"It's an interesting show, Senjin. I admire you so much. Your acting skills are so wonderful."
"What, acting skills?" Wojin was shocked. Looking at Senjin, he saw a cruel smile on Senjin's lips, a proud look of success, and then Wojin felt dizzy.
There was a sense of powerlessness, and Wo'jin and his subordinates all fell to the ground, unable to move.
"It's careless." Wojin lamented in his heart and fell into despair: "The poison was hidden in the flames in the center of the cave, and it was emitted as the flames burned. Senjin and his five confidants took the antidote in advance, and Wojin was
Senjin was attracted by his lies, so he didn't feel anything abnormal in his body. Senjin successfully delayed the time for the poison to take effect."
But why Sen'jin did this, Vol'jin still couldn't understand.
"Bwonsamdi." Sen'jin stood up, drew out his sharp blade, and killed Vol'jin's subordinates one by one. He said, "If it weren't for this wonderful acting, how could this bastard be fooled into fighting me? He's still young.
It’s here.”
"Yes, I should have thought of it earlier." Wojin was extremely regretful: "Senjin would kill his legitimate son and illegitimate son whenever he asked. How could he treat me differently? No, maybe he is not my father at all.
"
Bwonsamdi did not show up, but just sneered: "Are you satisfied with this perfect container? Senjin must have your bloodline to fully fit your soul. Of course, it will also require my many years of training."
Senjin looked at Wojin up and down, nodded with satisfaction, and said sinisterly: "A young body, I am more concerned about his identity, has become the new Darkspear Troll Chief, a guest of the Burning Legion, and finally
Being able to get rid of Boangsamdi, the God of Souls, is so worth the sacrifice of a mere 300,000 clan members."
"Hey, Sen'jin, you are too self-righteous." Bwonsamdi smiled and said: "The God of Souls and the Troll Death are both managers of souls. Don't you notice the similarities?"
After hearing this, Senjin was frightened out of his wits, and his pride after the conspiracy was successful disappeared without a trace.
"Yes, the God of Souls, Boonsamudi, is Bwonsamdi." Bwonsamdi was proud and told the truth that shocked Senjin:
"I used different names in the Darkspear tribe and the Zandalari tribe, and personally directed this good show of father and son killing each other. I look forward to your wonderful performances and interesting plots. It would be a pity if it were to be stopped like this. Of course,
I will keep the promise we made, just change the rules to more interesting ones."
A black scale appeared on the fire. Senjin and Wojin felt dizzy at the same time, and their souls appeared on both ends of the scale.
"Come on, let's see who of you father and son has a darker heart and is more despicable and shameless, and who can win this young body. I really like this wonderful show." (To be continued)