From then on, Chen Stormstout stayed in the Echo Isles under the pretext of sightseeing.
With each new Pandaren cub he presented, Rokhan gained the favor of Chief Sen'jin and rose in status within the Darkspear Tribe. He became one of Chief Sen'jin's close advisors, in charge of the elite court guards.
With Sen'jin's favor, Rokhan built his own power base and acquired numerous wives and children.
But Rokhan remained uneasy, worried about losing his position, and did everything he could to improve his strength.
Vol'jin needs Chen Stormstout to deal with Tide Lord Feralas. It's not difficult to persuade Chen Stormstout; he's just a foolish Pandaren, deceiving him is a piece of cake.
The key was to persuade Rokhan, who held military power. Vol'jin's ambitions had grown, and Heijin's successful lobbying made him feel that he could do the same. He needed the support of a newly rising power like Rokhan.
Now, Vol'jin is no longer the same as before; he openly opposes Chief Sen'jin, making his name known throughout the Darkspear Tribe.
When he heard that Vol'jin was coming to see him, Rokhan hesitated only slightly before arranging a secret meeting. In a secluded room, Rokhan carefully observed the ambitious Troll:
"Vol'jin!"
Rokhan said in a threatening tone:
"If I hand you over to Chief Sen'jin, how do you think he will reward me?"
Vol'jin chuckled dismissively and waved his hand, saying, "He'll only kill you in the cruelest way possible, making you wail and beg for mercy for at least a month before you die. Someone as smart as you wouldn't do something so stupid."
Rokhan looked at the confident Troll with surprise. "I don't understand where your confidence comes from!"
"Is this some kind of test?" Vol'jin looked at Rokhan and smiled.
"If Chief Sen'jin wanted to deal with me, he would have already sent men to tear me to pieces and feed me to the Swamp Hydra. If you capture me and present me to Chief Sen'jin, he will be in a dilemma. He has concerns about executing me, but releasing me would damage his own prestige. He will find it difficult to choose and will inevitably take his anger out on you."
Rokhan paused for a moment, then clapped his hands and laughed loudly:
"Vol'jin, you are indeed a clever man. Yes, I will not make things difficult for you. But I think you will be disappointed. I will not help you against Chieftain Sen'jin. Everything I have is given to me by him. Compared to Chieftain Sen'jin, what can you give me? A lowly exile."
"I will give you hope, Rokhan, everything you need: power, status, and glory."
Vol'jin had already done his homework, understanding Rokhan's current predicament, and carefully analyzed it as follows:
"If I were you, I certainly wouldn't laugh. Chief Sen'jin's need for Pandaren cubs is growing daily, and that foolish Pandaren can no longer help you, can he? No matter how you threaten him."
Rokhan frowned deeply, his expression immediately darkening.
More and more Pandaren are entering the Echo Isles and never returning, Chen Stormstout's reputation is constantly being tarnished. Rumors are spreading throughout Pandaria, and although there is no evidence, the Pandaren generally distrust him.
Despite Chen Stormstout, vows, and countless sweet words, no Pandaren was willing to follow him into the Echo Isles.
Rokhan's power expanded rapidly, entirely due to the tribute of Pandaren to Sen'jin Chieftain.
Without the nourishment of the Pandaren, the chieftain's complexion was getting worse and worse. Rokhan looked glamorous and commanded an elite royal guard, but in reality, his position was precarious and his power could vanish at any moment.
"Hope?" Rokhan shook his head. "That's no reason to betray. Even if I lose power, I can still choose to flee and possibly live peacefully. Cooperating with you against Chief Sen'jin will get me hanged."
After hearing Vol'jin, Rokhan with a solemn expression:
"Having tasted the sweetness of power, are you truly willing to give it up? When you lose power, your many wives will leave you, and your children will be ashamed of you. Do you really want to return to your former life, a lowly Troll?"
Rokhan took a deep breath. Yes, no one wants to lose power. The huge psychological gap can make people despair, feel unbearable pain, and even think it's better to just die.
"Even Chief Sen'jin refuses to believe it, how can I believe your promise?" Rokhan questioned.
Vol'jin's eyes widened, and he calmly said, "I have no power, nor any troops, but I have one more thing than Chief Sen'jin. Without this, the rule of the Sen'jin family is not in accordance with Troll tradition. Rokhan, you should understand that we Trolls have always served the Loa, not a foreign Murloc god."
Rokhan took a deep breath and nodded. "That's right, Tide Lord Feralas, is a god of the Murlocs; he's not qualified to be Loa of the Trolls."
"You've probably heard the rumors that I'm an ominous person," Vol'jin said, shrugging. "But I'm actually nothing special; I just have the support of a Loa, and I swear to him."
Upon hearing Rokhan's eyes lit up.
Vol'jin continued, "A promise from a god should give you enough confidence to trust me. By the Loa, as long as you and your family remain loyal to me, you will forever enjoy honor within the Darkspear Tribe."
Betraying Chief Sen'jin is a serious matter. After much deliberation, Rokhan asked:
"Vol'jin, I believe you have a Loa behind you, and I believe in your promises, but I don't believe in your abilities. How can you replace Sen'jin Chieftain?"
"Cooperate with the Orcs and pledge allegiance to the Burning Legion." Vol'jin immediately replied, "Someone as clever as you should be able to guess Chieftain Sen'jin's true intentions."
As a close advisor to Sen'jin, Rokhan was able to see through the current situation and whispered:
"Chieftain Sen'jin's goal is to defeat the Orcs and replace Orcs in the Burning Legion. To tell you the truth, the chieftain has already sent a reliable messenger to swear allegiance to Archimonde."
"A clever move, but nothing but self-righteousness. Foolishness has blinded Chieftain Sen'jin. He will bring disaster to the Darkspear Trolls, and we will all die," Vol'jin said with deep sorrow.
Rokhan was somewhat confused, but in his mind, he greatly approved of Chief Sen'jin's actions.
"I'd like to hear your opinion," Rokhan asked curiously, "If you can convince me."
Vol'jin raised his voice and asked, "In your opinion, what are the chances of the Darkspear Trolls winning a head-on battle against the Orcs?"
Rokhan had considered this question countless times and already had the answer in his heart:
"In naval battles, we, skilled with javelins, have the advantage; in land battles, the Orcs, adept at close combat, have the advantage; and if we add the Murlocs and the Kul Tiras navy, victory is assured."
Vol'jin stepped forward and asked again, "Which is stronger, our Darkspear Tribe, the Kingdom of Stormwind, or Lordaeron?"
Rokhan calmly stated, "Kingdom of Stormwind and Lordaeron are both leading powers in Azeroth, occupying vast territories, possessing strong armies and large populations. The Darkspear Tribe, relegated to a remote corner, is naturally far inferior."
"But the Orcs successively defeated Kingdom of Stormwind and Lordaeron, destroying their cities and massacring their people." Vol'jin squinted and asked, "Haven't you considered the reasons behind this?"