Robbie led a large group of adventurers, surrounding a pale-faced, womanizing young nobleman, and headed excitedly toward the lair of the Deep Sea Giant.
The Troll village chief, leading dozens of strong Trolls, followed at a distance. The old chief's intentions were clear: if humanity won, they would only take the most essential parts of the Deep Sea Giant, while the rest of the corpse would become the spoils of the Darkspear Trolls.
If the Deep Sea Giants are too powerful and humanity is defeated, or if both sides are severely weakened, the Darkspear Trolls can take advantage of the situation and make a fortune.
This is a grown Deep Sea Giant that is over ten meters tall, covered in thick moss that effectively resists attacks from swords and magic.
Robbie's party includes experienced adventurers who, based on the traces around the lair, determine that the Deep Sea Giant is not easy to deal with and suggest canceling the battle.
From afar, the old Troll saw a dispute erupt among the humans. Finally, a nobleman's son angrily pulled out a handful of gold coins and threw them on the ground. With such a generous reward, brave men would surely come. The adventurers, eager for gold, had no choice but to risk their lives.
As the experienced adventurer predicted, the adventurers were on the defensive from the very beginning. Although they managed to avoid casualties thanks to their rich experience and the command of the veteran adventurer, the adventurers quickly became exhausted and retreated steadily under the powerful offensive of the Deep Sea Giant, and it seemed that they were about to be defeated.
The old Troll sneered cruelly, waiting for the human adventurers to be injured or killed and to scatter in panic. Then he would lead his people to intercept and kill the exhausted adventurers, stripping them of their armor and weapons.
This is the law of survival in the Echo Isles; the Darkspear Trolls never keep their word and are even more ruthless than the Zandalari Trolls.
This is why the Darkspear Tribe struggled to escape backwardness and ignorance. The development of civilization is inseparable from the exchange of goods, that is, the support of commerce, and the foundation of commerce is reputation, keeping promises, and the spirit of contracts.
Just as the human adventurers were about to be defeated, a mysterious figure appeared, dressed in a thick black robe with his head and face covered by a hood. This person was taller than humans and about the same size as Troll.
The mysterious figure leaped high into the air, as light as a feather, and gently placed a palm on the head of the Deep Sea Giant. There was no magical light, nor any sword energy, and the Deep Sea Giant shattered into pieces with a splash.
The mysterious figure then vanished without a trace.
The old Troll village chief was dumbfounded. In his judgment, this mysterious person should be a Troll. The Darkspear Trolls actually had such a terrifying expert, much stronger than Chief Sen'jin, and he had no idea.
Watching helplessly as the human adventurers sat on the ground to rest and then took the core of the Deep Sea Giant, the old village chief dared to lead his people out of their hiding place. The group carried part of the Deep Sea Giant's body back to the village.
The old village chief didn't dare offend the mysterious Troll master, so he didn't dare take credit. However, he still had his own plans, claiming that the village was protected by a mysterious master, and the corpse of this Deep Sea Giant was the proof.
The Troll village chief never dreamed that he was already caught in a conspiracy.
Thanks to the Troll village chief's deliberate spreading of the word, the nearby villages all knew about the mysterious Troll master, which attracted a powerful Witch Doctor. After examining the giant's corpse, the Witch Doctor gasped in shock; he couldn't even discern the cause of the Deep Sea Giant's death. Just how terrifying must this master be?
The Witch Doctor's expression was serious and solemn as he kept asking the old village chief about the expert's situation. This aroused the Trolls ' attention even more, and the news spread like wildfire, soon becoming known throughout almost the entire Echo Isles.
Varimathras, posing as Sen'jin's Bastard Son Heijin, gradually approached Sen'jin and gleaned some information.
Hearing that a mysterious Troll master had appeared and shattered a powerful Deep Sea Giant with a single palm strike immediately piqued his interest.
The vision of a Dreadlord was far superior to that of Troll Witch Doctor. He carefully examined the corpse of the Deep Sea Giant and became increasingly astonished. His keen senses allowed him to detect three faint energies.
Shadow, Arcane, Fel —a mysterious master simultaneously wields three different energies in a single palm strike. Although each energy is minuscule and difficult to detect, their fusion creates a qualitative leap, resulting in such overwhelming power.
The most powerful mages in Azeroth today can only fuse Arcane, Flame, and Frost energies together. Although the Guardian Medivh studied with the Burning Legion and can Proficiency use Fel, Arcane, and shadow magic, he cannot yet perfectly fuse them together.
In other words, this master's use and understanding of magic surpassed Medivh's.
Varimathras couldn't believe that the backward and ignorant Troll could have such a powerful mage.
Who exactly is this mysterious person?
Varimathras felt the matter was of great importance and dared not conceal it, so he reported it to Archimonde via the Legion Teleportation.
Archimonde remained silent for a long time after hearing this. The rumors might be false, but skillful magic could not be faked. This was undoubtedly the magic that the Highborne were most proficient in during Queen Azshara's time.
He is now certain that Queen Azshara has returned to Azeroth. The only uncertainty is how deeply she intends to remain hidden and whether she plans to expose herself; further probing is needed.
"The cunning Varimathras."
Archimonde's voice boomed like Thunder: "You needn't worry about the Deep Sea Giants; I have my own way of dealing with them. As for the Darkspear Horde, what are your plans?"
Varimathras, pleased with the praise, replied, "Lord Archimonde, I have investigated and found that Sen'jin, the chieftain of the Darkspear Horde, is old and senile. He dreams of finding a way to prolong his life and is becoming increasingly superstitious. I intend to use the method of entering a dream to weave a false dream for Chief Sen'jin."
Archimonde nodded. "Indeed, foolish mortals always believe that dreams represent revelation, and they are absolutely convinced of this. I'm very curious to know the contents of dreams. How do you intend to deceive this foolish old Troll?"
Varimathras, who already had a plan in mind, replied:
"I want Sen'jin to see a vision in his dream: the Murlocs, allied with the humans of Kul Tiras, attack the Darkspear Trolls. In the most critical moment, the Orcs help the Darkspear Tribe defeat the humans and Murlocs, and lead the Trolls into a New World. With the Orcs' help, he will gain immortality."
"That's not enough, you cunning Varimathras. Have you forgotten the defeat of Tide Lord Feisila?" Archimonde reminded him.
Varimathras looked troubled, which was also his biggest worry. Fisla had clearly received a revelation from the unknown being in advance, and therefore did not believe Varimathras's promise.
If that unknown being can enlighten the Tide Lord, wouldn't it also warn the Troll chieftain Sen'jin?
If that's the case, Varimathras will face defeat once again.
Archimonde gazed at Varimathras. The Dreadlord cunning, but in terms of wisdom, he couldn't compare to Archimonde. He solemnly reminded him, "Varimathras, you must understand that once your dream descends, whether Chieftain Sen'jin believes it or not, he will not hide it and will certainly consult the Priests and his subordinates."
Varimathras nodded. This was inevitable; such revelations and prophecies represented matters of great importance to the nation. Even if Sen'jin didn't believe them, he would still be suspicious and seek opinions and suggestions from various parties.
"I've heard that Sen'jin has four Legitimate Sons and countless Bastard Son," Archimonde asked.