Zul told Tonatiu what he had done in the past six months.
What he said was very easy to understand.
Tonatiu understood these conspiracies immediately.
These seem simple.
He knew that when Zul operated in it, it required a lot of energy, grasp of people's hearts and timing, which not everyone could do.
The simplest example is that the high priest Yazma can achieve this position, she is definitely not an incompetent troll.
If she were incompetent, Zul would not treat her as a pawn.
This world is so pathetic, those who are incompetent are not even qualified to be chess pieces.
Can only be cannon fodder.
Zandalari once again welcomes night.
The Great Sea, a storm season that lasts for several months every year, is raging on Zandalari.
The howling wind brought heavy raindrops, bringing a lot of moisture to the jungle.
This nourishes the forest.
In fact, it is not only the rainy season near Zandalar Island, but also the entire area around Azeroth at this time of year.
Except for Tanaris, the special crater, other Zandalari islands, nameless islands and the southern tip of the eastern continent are all entering the rainy season one after another at this moment.
Such as Stranglethorn Vale.
Senjin looked at the houses of the Darkspear tribe shivering in the violent storm, and sighed helplessly in his heart.
A few days ago, a storm from the sea swept through the Darkspear tribe and swept many troll houses into the sea.
Many Darkspear trolls lost all their belongings. Fortunately, the storm was discovered in time. The trolls escaped early, so their lives were not a problem.
It had been sunny for two days, but before the trolls could build their crude houses, the storm came again.
A large part of the Darkspear Trolls could only take shelter under the trees, shivering in the wind and rain.
That's all. This bit of coldness and misfortune is nothing to the Darkspear Troll.
The food-rich Stranglethorn Valley can keep most trolls well-fed. As long as they have a full stomach, a troll's body is not afraid of the cold.
Just be patient and it will pass.
There is no winter in Stranglethorn Vale.
The arrival of an unexpected guest was the reason why Senjin sighed.
"Chief..." A young hunter walked up to Senjin. "They are here again."
Senjin clenched his fist.
"Come with me, Lorcan," he said softly.
"Okay. Chief." Rokan, the most talented hunter among the younger generation of trolls, responded softly.
Compared with Sen'jin, who is young but has grown up and bears the burden of the entire tribe, Rokan is still very young. He has not even reached the age of 15 when trolls reach adulthood.
He was already very good, and the dense jungle of Stranglethorn Valley was as smooth to him as walking on the ground. The prey he brought back from the forest every day was more than what three adult trolls brought back.
Senjin is very optimistic about him and has been training him. Rokan is one of the few smart trolls among the Darkspear trolls.
Braving the wind and rain, two trolls, an older one and a younger one, walked to the tribal meeting hall. They said it was a meeting hall, but it was actually a relatively large hut.
There are several trolls sitting in the hut.
When Senjin and Rokan walked in, the gloomy voice of the leader of the several sitting trolls had already sounded:
"Ha~ The chief of the Darkspear, the son of Yoknon, ordered me to summon the Darkspear tribe: Within 30 sunsets and sunrises, the Darkspear must send 5,000 strong trolls to Zul'Gurub! Otherwise, they will be regarded as Gurubashi traitors.
All jungle trolls can defeat you!"
Here we go again, this is the third time.
Senjin was angry, but he didn't dare to turn his face directly.
Because in front of him was his former friend, the chief of the Sharp Branch Tribe. He and his tribe could not afford to be offended by Senjin and the Darkspear Trolls.
Compared with Darkspear, which has a population of only about 10,000 trolls, the Sharp Branch tribe has a population of more than 50,000, and there are more than 20,000 young and strong trolls who can fight...
Moreover, the past few times he came, he came to recruit Darkspear in the name of one of the two largest tribal chiefs in the Gurubashi, the son of Yoknon.
It is true that the Gurubashi was split into hundreds of tribes, but they still respect the two tribes that occupy Zul'Gurub and will more or less listen to their orders.
In terms of strength and reputation, the Darkspear Trolls were unable to refuse Gurubashi's recruitment, and they did not dare to drive away Chief Sharpbranch.
However, if the Darkspear tribe really sends 5,000 young and capable trolls, they will accept Gurubashi's recruitment.
The demise of the Dark Spear tribe is definitely not far away.
Regardless of the fact that other jungle trolls may be looking at them with eager eyes, just by sending so many effective forces, the Darkspear tribe may not have enough trolls to hunt, and may not be able to get enough food and collapse.
Senjin has been putting it off again and again, for ten sunrises and sunsets, and it seems that he can no longer put it off.
He was thinking about how to respond, but Chief Fengzhi's voice began to turn cold:
"The Yorknon Overseer was killed by those despicable humans. This is the shame of all Gurubashi! The Yorknon Sons summoned us to avenge humanity for the glory of Zul'Gurub! The Darkspear Troll has been slow to respond.
Are you recruiting because you want to betray Zul'Gurub?!"
Senjin opened his mouth.
He is not good at words.
Young Luokan is still young. A newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, nor is he afraid of the majesty of Chief Fengzhi.
Rokan: "Ah! The strong Chief Chief Sharpbranch. The Darkspear trolls are part of the Gurubashi, and we will not betray Zul'Gurub. As you can see, our tribe has encountered some difficulties, and we are overcoming them.
They will definitely be dispatched when we finish all this..."
"Shut up! Little brat!" Chief Fengzhi reprimanded him unceremoniously before he could finish his words. "You have no place to speak here! Senjin, Dark Spear has been reduced to such an underage brat.
?"
"Lokan, let me do it." Sen'jin lovingly dragged the angry Lokan behind him, and faced the aggressive troll Chief Sharpbranch alone. "Like Rokan said, Darkspear is also Gulaba.
We accept the call, but we are weak after all and need some preparation time. Don’t worry, Darkspear will not betray Zul’Gurub!”
"That's best!"
Chief Fengzhi said with a sneer.
"This is the third time, Sen'jin. There will be no fourth time. I will take the orders of the Son of Yoknon and wipe the Darkspear from Stranglethorn Vale!"
Listening to his threat, veins appeared on the young Luokan's face, and he clenched his fists and wanted to fuck.
He was caught by the chief.
Chief Senjin faced the aggressive trolls of Chief Sharpbranch and once again chose the Hidden Blade that Rokan did not understand.
"There won't be a fourth time. I promise..." He lowered his head and said.
"Ha~ That's the best." Chief Fengzhi sneered, and slowly left with his troll, walking past Senjin and Rokan.
Facing Senjin, who was hunched over and silent, he suddenly condescendingly said to Senjin gloomily:
"What a bullshit sun god and moon god. Your Loa won't save you! Because there is no such Loa!"
"Senjin, His Majesty Sirik asked me to tell you that Darkspear's betrayal made him very angry."
"There will no longer be a place for Darkspear in Stranglethorn Vale, not anymore! I promise!"
