Varimathras, having thoroughly investigated the Sen'jin family's situation, immediately replied:
"Sen'jin has four Legitimate Sons, named Khorium, Adamantite, Eternium, Xiaoming, as well as nearly a thousand Bastard Son scattered throughout the Echo Isles."
"Xiaoming?" Archimonde asked curiously, sensing something odd had gotten in.
Varimathras immediately explained, "Xiaoming is Sen'jin's favorite Legitimate Son, so his name is different from the others."
Archimonde said "Oh," and asked, "Varimathras, among these Legitimate Son and Bastard Sons, which ones have a chance of inheriting the chieftainship?"
Varimathras pondered for a moment before replying, "The maternal lines of the four Legitimate Sons are all powerful and deeply entrenched clans of the Darkspear Trolls, making them the most likely successors to the chieftainship. The other seven Bastard Sons are either cruel and bloodthirsty or possess considerable personal strength, have gained Sen'jin's favor, and hold power; they also have a chance to vie for the chieftainship, but the legitimate Legitimate Sons are clearly more legitimate and have a greater opportunity."
Archimonde nodded and said solemnly, "Varimathras, remember this: of the four Legitimate Sons and seven Bastard Sons, whoever believes the dream you wove for Sen'jin, we will support. He will be the future chieftain of the Darkspears."
Varimathras was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, but quickly understood and had to admire Archimonde's brilliance.
All the Burning Legion needs is a proxy. Sen'jin's legitimate Legitimate Sons, or even his Bastard Son, with the Legion's help, as long as they aren't as stupid as Kodos, could easily overthrow Sen'jin's chieftainship and take his place.
After all, the Legion's power was far beyond what the backward natives, the Darkspear Trolls, could compare to.
The person behind the scenes might give a hint to Chief Sen'jin, but they would never do so to the heir who is a potential successor.
If you can't sway Sen'jin, why not sway his successor?
"Lord Archimonde, I'll take care of it immediately."
The cunning Dreadlord was adept at understanding people's hearts; he used his identity as Heijin to infiltrate the Darkspear Tribe's Royal Palace.
Despite being merely a local power in the Echo Isles, the Darkspear Tribe's magnificent, grand, and luxurious Royal Palace is no less impressive than that of the eternally existing Zandalari Empire.
The Darkspear Tribe used almost all of its Wealth to build Royal Palace, just so that the great Sen'jin chieftain could rest well.
Such a magnificent and luxurious Royal Palace naturally requires a large number of people to manage it.
Varimathras became a gardener in the Royal Palace. He was good at adapting to the wind and knew how to scheme. Unfortunately, Heijin's mother was just an ordinary Troll, so he had no chance to participate in the struggle for the throne.
The Dreadlord's ability to weave dreams is not as convenient as the Dream-Making Hammer; it requires hallucinogenic drugs, special techniques, and close-range casting. Varimathras was adept at this and quickly completed the task.
Lying on his jewel-encrusted bed, the elderly Sen'jin chieftain had a dream.
He stood by the turbulent sea, the sky filled with rolling dark clouds and Lightning of Thunder, the horizon a dark, oppressive expanse where the sea met the sky.
There were endless warships, the navy of Kul Tiras, their black cannons as terrifying as a dense forest, flashes of fire followed by deafening roars.
Behind Sen'jin, the magnificent Royal Palace of the Darkspear Trolls was ablaze, its flames illuminating half the sky. Countless Murlocs stormed into the Royal Palace, vying for treasures and slaughtering the pitiful Darkspear Trolls.
A Troll man dressed in colorful clothes with delicate features was fleeing when he tripped and fell to the ground. He was chased by a large group of Murlocs, torn to pieces, and eaten. That man was none other than Sen'jin's favorite Legitimate Son, Xiaoming.
Sen'jin reached out to help his beloved son, but only managed to grab a small part of his arm, which was covered in teeth marks.
"My son." The elderly Sen'jin's hands trembled as he wept uncontrollably.
A gigantic Murloc emerged halfway from the tide, its head as large as the Royal Palace of the Darkspear Tribe. It was none other than Tide Lord Feisila. Wielding a steel fork, Fisla opened its massive maw, filled with sharp teeth, and began to devour the Trolls that had fallen into the water.
"No, no, someone please save us!"
Sen'jin looked at his aged hands and felt lost and powerless, his heart filled with despair.
As a chieftain, Sen'jin was wary of both humans and Murlocs from the bottom of his heart and never let his guard down. The dream woven by Varimathras was not unfounded; it stemmed from the old chieftain's deepest fears.
Just then, behind the Kul Tiras fleet, an even more powerful fleet appeared. Each ship was tens of thousands of meters long, like small Islands, and easily wiped out the human fleet.
"Ha!"
A loud shout rang out, and a humanoid creature with green skin, fangs, and a beast-like appearance leaped high from the warship, so high that it broke through the dark clouds.
The green-skinned humanoid creature traversed more than ten kilometers of ocean in a single step. Clad in black armor and wielding a heavy giant axe, he descended from the sky like a meteor, slashing towards Tide Lord Feralas.
Have you ever witnessed an axe strike that seemed to descend from the sky?
With a single strike, Tide Lord Feralas was as large as Island, was cleaved into a bloody pulp.
The green-skinned monster leaped again, arriving in front of Sen'jin, and grinned with a friendly smile:
"I am Thrall, the Savior of Azeroth, the great Orcs chieftain Sen'jin Thrall, will you become my friend, companion, and comrade-in-arms?"
Sen'jin paused slightly, then seemed to understand something. He narrowed his small eyes and deliberately asked, "So what will I gain, Chieftain Thrall?"
The Orcs named Thrall roared, "We will destroy the Evil Night Elves and obtain the power of the World Tree, the common Wealth of Azeroth, which I, Thrall, am willing to share with you. The World Tree will grant you eternal life."
"Thank you for your generosity, and thank you for your performance." Sen'jin gave an awkward smile.
Thrall's expression changed immediately upon hearing this.
The dream shattered, and Chief Sen'jin awoke with a start, his entire body drenched in sweat.
Meanwhile, in a room in the Royal Palace's back garden, Varimathras gazed at the cracked crystal ball and could only sigh helplessly.
In the dream, Sen'jin's final response confirmed that he had indeed received the revelation long ago.
Inside the Royal Palace, the resounding bells rang twelve times, a signal to summon everyone. Varimathras dared not disobey the order, so he put away the crystal ball and ran towards the main hall.
The magnificent main hall of the Darkspear Tribe's Royal Palace is large enough to accommodate tens of thousands of tribesmen.
Everyone in the Royal Palace, regardless of rank or status, came. In addition, there were a large group of officials and nobles. Sen'jin's four legitimate Legitimate Sons and seven powerful illegitimate Bastard Sons were also ordered to come as quickly as possible.
Chief Sen'jin, dressed in a magnificent golden robe and wearing a golden crown, stared blankly at the statue of Darkspear Lady beside him, his face resolute, seemingly lost in thought.
Once everyone had assembled, a close advisor stepped forward and tugged at Sen'jin's sleeve.
"You've all come, very good." Sen'jin still didn't face the crowd, but turned to the side and said calmly:
"I just had a strange dream, a revelation from Darkspear Lady to my clan, so I'd like to discuss it with you all and come up with a plan. Here's what my dream was like."
Sen'jin recounted his dream in detail, revealing Thrall's act at the end without any other concealment. After finishing, Sen'jin declared loudly and proudly:
"Gentlemen, please speak freely. I want to hear your opinions."