As the first rays of sunlight shone on the perpetually unrepaired, dilapidated walls of the Northwatch Hold, Vol'jin wiped the sweat from his brow and looked back with trepidation.
Vol'jin's biggest fear was being hunted down by the Ogre Jaina, as he was no match for an Archmage.
Thankfully, the worst didn't happen.
Vol'jin's purpose in infiltrating the Northwatch Hold was to meet Baine and persuade the Tauren Chieftain Baine, marking the first step on his path to becoming Warchief Vol'jin.
If even Baine couldn't persuade him, Vol'jin had no choice but to go into seclusion and never concern himself with the affairs of Azeroth again.
Garrosh has stationed his troops in Orgrimmar, waiting for the Alliance to enter the encirclement. It is very close to the Northwatch Hold. Baine has not slept well for several days. A ship is always ready in the port.
In the end Baine simply slept in the boat, and would sail away at the slightest disturbance.
On the large ship that Baine was preparing to escape on, Vol'jin met Baine.
"I betrayed Thrall," Vol'jin said bluntly.
"I betrayed Garrosh," Baine said honestly. It wasn't a secret, and there was no need to hide it.
The two men seemed to share a similar plight, and they found each other much more agreeable. Vol'jin took out his pipe and slowly puffed on it, exhaling clouds of smoke as he said:
"I don't care about the life or death of the Darkspear Tribe, but you must worry about the Tauren of Thunder Bluff. Your situation is not as good as mine."
Baine scoffed, "Thunder Bluff is just a herd of Meat Cattle, food for the Orcs. Who would care about them? Without me, Garrosh won't get the secret recipe for Meat Cattle."
Vol'jin, who was in charge of intelligence for Thrall, received some news and laughed, "Garrosh Faction to ask Sylvanas for help, hoping to resurrect the Druids and Shaman you killed and turn them into Forsaken. If it succeeds, the Tauren will still not escape the tragic fate of Meat Cattle."
Baine asked blankly, "Didn't Undercity declare war on Garrosh?"
Vol'jin smirked and shook his head, saying, "Politics is dirty. Even mortal enemies will cooperate in secret, let alone that cunning woman Sylvanas. As long as Garrosh pays the price, she's more than willing to help. If no one stops you, once the Forsaken mages arrive at Thunder Bluff, you'll be useless."
Baine's gaze dimmed. If he couldn't master the technology of raising Meat Cattle, Garrosh could install a new Tauren Chieftain at any time, leaving Baine with no choice but to go into exile.
Seeing that the time was almost right, Vol'jin whispered:
"I'm on my way to Undercity to persuade Sylvanas. If you're on my side, perhaps I can convince the Forsaken to abandon their aid to Garrosh."
Baine's eyes lit up, and he quickly said, "Of course we're on the same side!"
Vol'jin laughed, "It's too early to say that, Baine. I think you should understand that whether Garrosh wins or Thrall defeats Garrosh, the Tauren's situation will only become more and more precarious, and there is only one solution."
What method?
"I will serve as the Warchief of the Horde," Vol'jin declared solemnly.
"You, a Darkspear Trolls, no, no."
Baine felt very uncomfortable. Orcs held absolute power in the Horde the Warchief could only be Orcs; this was an unwritten rule.
Vol'jin said seriously, "This is absolutely no joke. My plan is to overthrow Garrosh's rule and weaken Thrall's power at the same time. The Forsaken, Tauren, Blood Elves, Darkspear Trolls, and Goblins don't even need to be included. As long as the combined strength of these four races exceeds that of the Orcs, I'm going to become the Warchief."
Baine pondered for a long time, "Impossible. If Garrosh is defeated, even if you force Thrall to relinquish the Warchief, it won't fall to you. Sylvanas has been eyeing that position for a long time."
Vol'jin confidently stated, "Sylvanas has a weakness; I will try to persuade her to give up the fight for Warchief."
Baine scratched his head, giving up the argument, and tentatively asked, "Would you improve the Tauren's situation?"
"I promise it won't be worse than it is now," Vol'jin said seriously.
Baine for a long time. In any case, it was never going to be his turn to be the Warchief Horde, since the Tauren were just food.
"Okay, I support you."
Vol'jin's lips curled into a slight smile; he had successfully persuaded Baine, signifying a major step towards becoming the Warchief of the Horde.
Compared to Baine, who had nothing, persuading Sylvanas was much more difficult.
In Undercity, Sylvanas and Nathanos Blightcaller received Vol'jin.
"Before handing you over to Thrall, I'd like to hear what you have to say," Sylvanas said coldly.
Vol'jin remained remarkably calm, saying unhurriedly, "Your Majesty, if you hand me over to Thrall, you will never become the Warchief of the Horde."
Sylvanas raised an eyebrow. "Why can't I become the Horde of the Warchief?"
"Just because you're a woman." Vol'jin's eyes crinkled with amusement.
The Blightcaller angrily stood up, about to pounce on Vol'jin, but was stopped by Sylvanas. Vol'jin calmly explained:
"Your Majesty, I believe you are aware of the status of women among Orcs. Female Orcs are merely vassals, private property. Orcs culture influences the entirety of Azeroth, and even if the Orcs were to relinquish the Warchief position, they would not allow a woman to serve as the Warchief Horde."
"You're asking for it!"
The Blightcaller was about to pounce on Vol'jin again, but was stopped by Sylvanas once more.
"He's right, Vol'jin. So how can I become the Warchief?"
Vol'jin raised an eyebrow. "You need a successor, a non- Orcs Warchief, like me. I promise to pass the Warchief to you before I die, which will greatly reduce the opposition. I'm just a Darkspear Trolls, my lifespan is less than a fraction of yours, at most a few decades, which will pass in the blink of an eye. After that, you will be the eternal Horde of the Warchief."
Sylvanas stood up, clapped her hands, and praised:
"Well said, but unfortunately I'm not that idiot Baine. I'll still hand you over to Thrall and wait to be eaten by Thrall, Vol'jin."
Vol'jin was quite surprised and asked, "I want to know why."
Sylvanas sneered, "Isn't the reason simple? Who becomes the Warchief Horde on the support of Elune. I don't believe a Darkspear Trolls can win Elune's favor. Compared to the Orcs, you are nothing."
Vol'jin was prepared for this and smiled slightly, saying, "Your Majesty, you underestimate me. I know what Elune, wants, and I can do it better than Thrall and Garrosh. After all, they are Orcs, and they inevitably have psychological pressure when doing certain things, while I am completely unconcerned."
Sylvanas looked at Vol'jin in surprise. "How did you find out?"
Vol'jin shrugged and said, "Garrosh was able to replace Thrall as Warchief because he was more cruel, incompetent, and more efficient at draining the Orcs' lives Thrall."
Sylvanas Anjing for a while, then finally revealed a satisfied smile:
"Vol'jin, you've won my support, but from now on, everything is on my orders."
"Of course." Vol'jin smiled with satisfaction.
As long as Sylvanas agrees, the Blood Elves would never dare to object, otherwise they would be prepared to face the wrath of the Forsaken.
As for the Goblins, Gallywix is currently working under Sylvanas.
Sylvanas officially became involved in the conflict between Thrall and Garrosh for the position Horde Warchief.