For the cunning Dreadlord, changing his form and concealing his presence are the most basic abilities.
Varimathras ambushed a Darkspear Trolls who was diving into the sea to harvest clams, absorbed his memories, burned his corpse, and transformed into his likeness to facilitate his own actions.
This Troll's name is Heijin, and he is the Bastard Son of Sen'jin, the leader of the Darkspear Tribe.
Sen'jin is a highly skilled Witch Doctor, the religious leader and chieftain of the Darkspear Tribe, possessing supreme religious and secular power. He is the only one who has the final say and wields immense power. All the female Trolls of the Darkspear Tribe are his brides.
Thanks to the mysterious magic of the Trolls, Sen'jin lived long enough that he himself didn't know how many Bastard Son he had. Because there were so many, he was not taken seriously.
Varimathras, disguised as Heijin, enters the village of the Darkspear Trolls. He needs to learn more details before rethinking his plans.
Sen'jin, now old and yearning for a longer life, along with his four ambitious Legitimate Sons who coveted the chieftainship, and a large number of illegitimate Bastard Son, many of whom harbored ambitions, were all targets of the Dreadlord's seduction.
While Varimathras was infiltrating the Darkspear Trolls, Robbie also landed on Echo Isles.
Fifty thousand exceptionally talented Scourge soldiers have been selected. Robbie slightly altered the magic of the Old Gods Transformation, connecting the mental power of the fifty thousand soldiers and instilling all the magical knowledge from the time of Queen Azshara ten thousand years ago into them.
The remaining task is to become familiar with and understand magic, which depends entirely on one's own comprehension; Robbie can't help with that.
Robbie worried that Magni's abilities alone wouldn't be enough to buy him enough time, so he set off for the Echo Isles.
At this moment, he was posing as a herbalist from Kul Tiras, his purpose being to leave traces of Highborne magic on the Echo Isles to mislead Archimonde and, incidentally, thwart the Burning Legion's plot.
Leaving magical traces wasn't difficult. Robbie was very familiar with Highborne magic; he just needed to find a suitable target. Under the guise of buying herbs, Robbie entered a village of Darkspear Trolls near the coast to gather information.
Compared to the Zandalari Empire, which has a history of thousands of years, the Darkspear Trolls are far more backward and primitive. Their houses are built of logs and covered with thick thatch. Due to poor craftsmanship, there are gaps everywhere in the walls, making them drafty and leaky.
The Darkspear Trolls belong to the Jungle Trolls, a savage and cruel race. In the Troll villages, one can occasionally see dried Troll corpses skewered on pointed wooden poles, like kebabs.
In the center of the village stood a simple stone Altar, its surface still thick with the blood of those who had broken taboos. Most of the blood belonged to the Darkspear Trolls, but a few were Murlocs, and even some were humans.
The Darkspear Trolls have no concept of money; they are more accustomed to bartering. Robbie's ship was filled with all sorts of goods, mostly worn-out clothes, not-so-exquisite handicrafts, and rough pottery and porcelain. These "refined" creations of humans were very popular with the Darkspear Trolls.
Of course, without sufficient armed deterrence, these Trolls would soon degenerate into ruthless Pirates.
To this end, Robbie hired a whole team of elite adventurers, each one fierce and ruthless, their sharp greatswords, axes, and spears gleaming menacingly in the sunlight, along with a sinister-looking Gnome Warlock, making all the Darkspear Trolls hesitant to make a move.
The transaction went very smoothly. Robbie's cargo ship quickly transformed into various precious herbs, which, when transported to Kul Tiras or port cities like Stranglethorn Vale and Stormwind City, could yield profits dozens or even hundreds of times greater.
Using a sharp dagger, Robbie successfully bribed the village chief and obtained the opportunity for a secret deal.
This was an old Troll, missing a tusk, who smiled broadly as he toyed with a dagger and said politely, "Honorable guest, I appreciate your generosity. Is there anything I can do to help you?"
Robbie lowered his voice, deliberately speaking mysteriously, "I come from a large guild that serves human nobles, but herbs don't satisfy my appetite. That's just a pretext; I need some special goods."
The old village chief immediately flashed a knowing smile and chuckled, saying:
"Honorable guest, I will provide you with the healthiest Troll women. Although all Troll women belong to the great Sen'jin Chieftain, he only cares for the most beautiful ones; a few less ordinary Troll women are of no consequence. Haha, you humans cannot discern the beauty of Troll women."
Among the Darkspear Trolls, women have an extremely low status and are often bought and sold. Robbie had no intention of becoming a human trafficker, so he shook his head and said, "That's not my purpose for this trip."
The old village chief paused for a moment, then quickly understood. "Haha, you must need a rare mount. Our village keeps several exceptionally precious white velociraptors. Wouldn't that suit your taste?"
The white velociraptor was very appealing, but that wasn't Robbie's goal. He cut to the chase. "I have a nobleman in my party. Human nobles crave thrilling adventures, and I want to know what ferocious creatures roam around here for us to hunt, to satisfy that nobleman's curiosity."
The old village chief deliberately remained silent for a while. Robbie understood his intentions and immediately presented him with a precious magic potion.
This is a potion from Dalaran, handcrafted by a skilled apothecary. It has aphrodisiac effects, although Troll herbs can also have some effect, but of course, they cannot compare to the potion's power.
The old village chief beamed, carefully put away the potion, and went into the inner room. Soon after, he took out a simple map, which marked several powerful monster lairs near Echo Isles.
Robbie glanced at it briefly and saw a mutated sea serpent, a ferocious multi-headed monster, and Deep Sea Giant that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.
Strangely, on a nearby Island, there was a huge red cross marked with a sign indicating extreme danger, but no indication of what kind of creature it was.
"What does this red cross mean?" Robbie asked curiously.
The old village chief looked uneasy and said in fear:
"Guest, for the safety of your entire crew, please do not approach this Island. It is a taboo for the Troll race. That's right, there is only one exiled Troll on the island, personally ordered to be exiled by Chief Sen'jin. His name is Vol'jin, an ominous Troll."
"It's Vol'jin, the future chieftain of the Darkspear Trolls!" Robbie asked with interest. "I heard Vol'jin is the son of Sen'jin Chieftain."
The old village chief revealed a disdainful expression and sneered, "This is merely his self-praise, a clumsy lie to deceive outsiders. Vol'jin has no blood relation to Chieftain Sen'jin whatsoever, he's not even Bastard Son. In fact, his father is a filthy, vile Zandalari Trolls, a disgrace to our Darkspear Tribe."
Robbie was intrigued by this interesting story.
The Troll is plagued by internal strife, with deep-seated hatred and a willingness to fight to the death among its different branches. For example, the Darkspear Tribe would rather Goblin with humans, Murlocs, or even cunning goblins than pay any attention to the Zandalari Trolls.
For two different branches of Trolls to intermarry is an utter disgrace.