"What is the content of the letter?" Vol'jin asked politely.
At this moment, Vol'jin was merely showing his talent and was not yet the cunning and treacherous Horde chieftain he would become in the future. In terms of both knowledge and wisdom, he could not compare with a well-informed Dreadlord. After all, people need to grow in a certain environment.
Varimathras smiled slightly and lowered his voice, saying, "All you need to do in the letter is acknowledge that your father is a high-ranking nobleman in the Zandalari Empire."
Vol'jin was even more confused after hearing this, and honestly replied, "But I have no idea who my father is."
"It's alright." Varimathras had a knowing look on his face. "The truth doesn't matter, as long as outsiders believe it, that's enough. As a descendant of a high- Zandalari Empire, do you know how many members of the Darkspear Tribe are willing to serve you?"
Vol'jin rubbed his forehead and thought for a long time. This was to make him confirm the rumors outside and fabricate unreliable lies.
But considering the tempting position of chieftain, Vol'jin reluctantly agreed, and he discussed it with this "Heijin":
"I simply want Chieftain Sen'jin to cooperate with the benevolent Orcs to save Azeroth. My heart is with all living beings; I have no selfish motives. Well, for the sake of Azeroth, for the future of the Darkspear Tribe, this is a white lie. I very much want to see the great moment when the Darkspear Trolls and Orcs join hands to save Azeroth."
Under Varimathras's guidance, Vol'jin wrote a sincere letter.
In the letter, Vol'jin admitted that he was the son of a nobleman in Zandalar, and said that the nobleman had contacted him several times, but he loved the Darkspear Tribe and could not bear to leave his friendly people, so he had not left.
In his letter, Vol'jin also implied that his father had no children and begged him to return and become his heir. In the Zandalari Empire, it seemed that the only noble without descendants was the God-King Rastakhan.
In this way, Vol'jin will be the future King Zandalar, with a bright future ahead.
Varimathras carefully put away the letter and smiled, "Great Vol'jin, await my good news! Soon your people will fill this Island, and you will become the true warchief."
After the Dreadlord departed, Vol'jin was delighted to have gained a powerful ally.
A mysterious voice whispered in Vol'jin's ear, "Vol'jin, you're very close to success. We've cast our bait, and unexpectedly, a big fish has taken the bait."
Bwonsamdi had already seen through Varimathras's disguise and knew that he was a demagogue sent by the Burning Legion.
Vol'jin didn't suspect anything and nodded sincerely. "This Heijin is a remarkable talent."
"Vol'jin, be careful. This fish is huge, bigger than you can imagine. Don't let it swallow you up too," Bwonsamdi warned from the shadows, without explicitly stating that it was the Dreadlord in disguise.
After listening, Vol'jin fell into deep thought for a long time.
"That's interesting!"
Robbie secretly monitored Vol'jin using the Eye of C'Thun, easily seeing through Varimathras's disguise.
No wonder Vol'jin became the chieftain of the Darkspear Tribe. With the Troll Death God Bwonsamdi secretly helping him and the cunning Dreadlord Varimathras supporting him, it would have been difficult for him not to succeed.
It was expected that Varimathras would be able to find some pawns for Vol'jin, but that was far from enough to overthrow Sen'jin's rule, Robbie was eager to know their next move.
Inside the Troll's palace, Sen'jin executed his beloved Legitimate Son, the Mingwang, as a warning to others and to set an example for others.
Mingwang's mother came from the Kukan Family of the Darkspear Trolls, a powerful and deeply rooted family that had once supported Sen'jin to the position of chieftain. Unfortunately, after Mingwang's death, the Kukan Family soon faced a crisis.
Chief Sen'jin's public execution of the Mingwang signified that the Kukan Family had lost Sen'jin's support. Other families immediately saw the shift in the tide and, coveting the Kukan Family's Wealth and power, united to suppress them, almost escalating into a civil war.
Just when the situation was on the verge of collapse, Varimathras appeared in his Heijin form, produced a handwritten letter from Vol'jin, and successfully persuaded the Kukan Family with his silver tongue.
It must be admitted that Varimathras was an excellent orator, able to tell lies as if they were the truth, and adept at manipulating people's hearts.
The Kukan Family realized that since they were unacceptable to the Darkspear Tribe, wouldn't it be better to simply surrender to Vol'jin and become a member of the Zandalari Empire?
Through the efforts of the Dreadlord, Vol'jin successfully gained the support of a large family with three thousand members. More importantly, the Kukan Family's deep-rooted influence among the Darkspear Trolls made Vol'jin's path to chieftainship feasible.
After the Kukan Family secretly swore allegiance to Vol'jin, a smug Varimathras once again advised Vol'jin:
"Now, the only obstacle preventing the Darkspear Tribe from joining forces with the Orcs is Tide Lord Feralas. We only need to secretly eliminate Feralas and then frame Chief Sen'jin. The Darkspear Trolls will inevitably break with the Murlocs, and Kul Tiras will certainly take advantage of the situation. At that time, Chief Sen'jin will be attacked from both sides, leaving him with only one path: to cooperate with the Orcs."
"From now on, the Darkspear Tribe will be the Orcs' dogs," Vol'jin muttered to himself.
But his expression showed a sigh of relief, and he said with pleasure:
"Excellent! The peace I've longed for is about to arrive. The Darkspear Tribe has been saved, and Azeroth has ushered in peace. However, my strength is too weak. How can I eliminate the Tide Lord? Please enlighten me."
"This!"
Varimathras feigned difficulty; he needed to get the gods behind Vol'jin to show some real power, but he couldn't say it outright. He simply whispered, "At the Temple of the Tide Lord, several priests are loyal to the Kukan Family. We could secretly sabotage the rituals, but I lack the magical knowledge for this, and I don't know what to do."
These words immediately stirred up Vol'jin's memories. Back then, the ancestors of the Sen'jin family had obtained the position of chieftain of the Darkspear Tribe by cheating during a ritual, exiling Bwonsamdi, the Soul God, and betraying their people.
History seems to be repeating itself, and the Sen'jin family is about to suffer the same fate.
Vol'jin nodded. "I'll figure something out."
After Varimathras took his leave, the voice of the mysterious being rang in Vol'jin's ears:
"Vol'jin, Heijin's suggestion is excellent. I have a way to make the Murloc Feralas pay the price. Chieftain Sen'jin will have no choice but to compromise with the Orcs. In that case, Thrall will gain the allegiance of 300,000 Darkspear Trolls, greatly increasing his strength, and you will certainly be rewarded. However, I would very much like to hear your plans on how you can replace Sen'jin as chieftain."
Vol'jin revealed his true, vicious nature, and said menacingly, "Blaming Feralas's death on Sen'jin will surely make the Murlocs hate him. I will hand over the entire Sen'jin family to the Murlocs to eat; that's perfectly fair."
"Indeed, this is the Warchief I chose—ruthless and vicious enough."
The mysterious being seemed quite satisfied and quickly provided a solution:
"Vol'jin, the time has come to test your abilities. Tide Lord Feralas, has a weakness: he is terrified of strong liquor. The best spirits in Azeroth are all brewed by the Pandaren. I know a master brewer named Chen Stormstout, who is currently traveling on Echo Isles."