Backed by steep peaks, with deep waters and no hidden reefs, Tidal Bay is a natural harbor.
The Darkspear Trolls built a massive Altar on the shore to worship Tide Lord Feralas.
Before dawn, Rokhan led his palace guards to the scene ahead of time. Their duties were to set up the site and escort the tribute.
The so-called tribute mainly consisted of various Blood Foods, and fresh souls were the favorite of the Tide Lord. Teams of Darkspear Tribes, strung together with ropes, were driven to the seaside. Most of them were strong young men and women. They had to take off their clothes on the sea, clean their bodies with seawater, and apply delicious spices.
The Blood Food offering consisted of thousands of the Darkspear Tribe, as well as a considerable number of other races, such as Zandalari Trolls, Tauren, Dwarves, Centaurs, and even humans. Rokhan meticulously carried out the orders.
The Darkspear Tribe's laws are extremely cruel; a slight misstep can lead to a criminal offense and becoming Blood Food for the Tide Lord.
Of course, the rulers, led by the Sen'jin chieftain, portrayed it as an honor, claiming that by serving the Tide Lord with their flesh and blood, they could wash away their sins, their souls would be Redemption, and they would gain eternal life in the Kingdom of God.
Among the Darkspear Tribe, the cruelest punishment is to chop them up and feed them to the filthy Swamp Hydra. It is said that their souls will sink to the very bottom of the swamp, never to be saved in darkness and decay.
The Tide Lord is not Loa, yet the Sen'jin family worships it as if it were Loa, based on the Loa's ignorant and stubborn belief that devouring souls is the only way to become stronger.
The Loa are at least several hundred years old, and some have lived for countless years, devouring countless souls.
Inevitably, he was often defeated by Archmage had studied magic for decades, who stole all his savings. Unfortunately, the Loa never doubted that his methods were wrong.
Dozens of young priests ascended the Altar, preparing for the ritual to communicate with the Tide Lord.
Before ascending the Altar, a rigorous body search is customary. The Sen'jin family's chieftainship was obtained through a dark scroll, and they don't want to make the same mistake.
When it was a young priest's turn to be searched, he looked extremely nervous, sweat dripping down his sharp fangs.
Rokhan frowned slightly, thinking to himself that the man Vol'jin sent lacked composure. He personally stepped forward to search him, naturally finding nothing. He patted the young Troll on the shoulder and reminded him:
"Today is a big day for my Darkspear Tribe, you can't let your guard down."
The young priest, pale-faced, nodded awkwardly.
Everything was ready. As noon approached, more than twenty Murloc nobles arrived, each one arrogant and disdainful of others, standing guard around the Altar.
Then, Chief Sen'jin arrived at Tidal Bay, surrounded by a large group of elite guards, with the Priest following closely behind.
The time had come. Chief Sen'jin lay comfortably under a parasol, with Troll girl serving him delicious roasted Pandaren meat. Sen'jin savored the fine food and wine, then waved his hand to give the order.
The elderly Priest, supported by numerous priests, ascended the Altar step by step.
The Priest raised his withered hands and chanted obscure incantations. The Magic Circle at the top of the Altar lit up, and then a large fog rose from the Tidal Bay, obscuring the sea and sky. The seawater rippled and the waves rolled. From the fog, a huge figure gradually emerged from the water—a terrified Murloc.
A fleeting doubt crossed Rokhan's mind. He had participated in several sacrificial rites, and each time the Tide Lord would appear directly to enjoy the Blood Food offerings, never having seen the mist appear.
Seeing that Chief Sen'jin and the Priest were not acting strangely, Rokhan could only attribute it to his own lack of knowledge.
The familiar voice of the Tide Lord echoed from within the mist:
"Warchief Sen'jin, I am pleased with your offering. We Murlocs are willing to fulfill the ancient covenant. The Echo Isles will be the burial ground of the Orcs, and their flesh and blood will become food for us Murlocs."
Next came Rokhan's task. He led his guards to drive away the numerous Blood Food, lining them up to approach the terrifying maw. With each breath, the Tide Lord would swallow dozens of Blood Food.
Without resistance or cries, the numb, Blood Food creatures coldly walked towards death.
Seeing all this, Rokhan suddenly had a feeling. He seemed to see 300,000 Darkspear Trolls gradually walking into the Burning Legion's gaping maw. The Blood Food, already numb from the torment, were no different to the Darkspear Trolls.
The sound of chewing came from the mist. After each time it devoured Blood Food, the Tide Lord would spit out a large pile of bones. These bones were specially processed and then used as materials to build the Altar.
The towering Altar was built from countless skeletons.
Just then, Mutation happened.
At the top of the Altar, the young priest whom Rokhan had personally searched suddenly spat out a green bead. The bead shattered and transformed into a raging Brew Spirit Creature, which, guided by special magic, screamed and flew toward Feralas's gaping maw.
"Long live the great Sen'jin Chieftain and the Darkspear Trolls Clan!"
The young priest let out a loud shout, and then exploded with a "bang." Under the effect of the magic, the scattered flesh and blood burned away rapidly, leaving no trace. This was to prevent him from being tortured by dark magic after death.
Everyone present was stunned. The Priest looked around blankly, at a loss for what to do.
Soon, a deafening shout echoed from the mist, and a gigantic Murloc shadow leaped high into the air, hurtling towards the depths of the ocean, leaving a straight spray in its wake.
A large ship happened to be passing by and was smashed to pieces.
Rokhan breathed a sigh of relief. He had finally succeeded. Just as rumored, Tide Lord Feralas, had gone mad.
Strong liquor is Feralas' weakness. Long ago, the humans of Kul Tiras learned to keep large barrels of strong liquor on their ships to defend against Feralas attacks, and this method has proven effective time and again.
The Alemental brewed from Chen Stormstout, strong liquor is hundreds of times more potent than strong liquor.
A crazed Murloc, it will soon lose its mind and be devoured by other powerful sea creatures.
Chief Sen'jin stood up tremblingly, looking around in panic, and asked:
"Can anyone tell me what's going on?"
"Chieftain, a spy has disrupted the ritual. It's Alemental from Pandaria, the nemesis of Tide Lord Feralas. I've heard that there are only a handful of Pandaren capable of brewing Alemental."
A well-informed and knowledgeable close advisor explained nervously.
"What should we do? What will become of the Darkspear Tribe?"
Chief Sen'jin's face was covered in wrinkles, making him look even older. He lowered his head weakly, then suddenly raised it sharply, his eyes flashing with a terrifying ferocity. In the distance, Rokhan felt his heart stop beating.
"Kill those Murlocs!" Chief Sen'jin pointed at the dozens of dumbfounded Murloc nobles beside the Altar and shouted the order. At this moment, Sen'jin displayed his ruthless nature, acting decisively without hesitation.
"I, Sen'jin, hereby declare once again that, from this day forward, the Darkspear Tribe and the Murlocs are at war, a war to the death."
Rokhan secretly admired him. As expected of Chief Sen'jin, he accepted reality so quickly and chose the appropriate countermeasures. Tide Lord Feralas, had gone mad. Without this powerful backer, the Murlocs of the Echo Isles were insignificant.
The Darkspear Tribe was saved, Sen'jin had no choice but to turn to the Orcs for help; Vol'jin's plan had succeeded.
Rokhan was smug and commanded his guards to attack the Murloc nobles by the Altar, quickly hacking them to pieces.