The Priest's heart pounded; he knew his chieftain well, always blinded by ambition.
Sure enough, Sen'jin raised his voice, saying ambitiously:
"I've heard that the Burning Legion is fair in its rewards and punishments, which is why it attracts countless races from all over the universe to fight for it. The Legion is currently facing a crisis in Azeroth, and if we offer our help, Archimonde will surely reward us handsomely."
The Priest turned pale upon hearing this and hurriedly tried to dissuade him:
"Warchief, this matter concerns the safety of the entire Darkspear Tribe; we must not act rashly."
Sen'jin's eyes gleamed with a fierce light. "Priest, don't forget, we are now also members of the Legion."
The Priest frowned and muttered under his breath, "Joining the Legion is just a temporary measure; it doesn't count."
Sen'jin, however, was thinking of himself. He was already very old, and if he wanted to prolong his life, he could only rely on the Legion's help. The Legion would not help him for nothing unless he performed a great service.
"Priest, you are too short-sighted. The Burning Legion has shown me the outside world: countless magnificent planets, countless brilliant civilizations, all kinds of life forms, endless lifespans, and world-destroying power. We Darkspear Trolls are just staying in a small cage. Don't you want to go out and see it for yourself?"
"I'd like to, but this is probably just a tempting lure," the Priest said warily.
Sen'jin closed his eyes. He knew this perfectly well, but with little time left to live, he decided to take the risk.
"Priest, we are but fish in a small pond. If we have the chance to see the beautiful sky, what does it matter if we risk our lives? This is our chance for the Darkspear Tribe to leave Azeroth and become a powerful race in the universe. Perhaps millions of years from now, when our Darkspear Tribe conquers the entire universe, future generations will be grateful for my wise decision today."
The Priest sighed, feeling dejected, knowing he couldn't persuade the stubborn chieftain.
"Your Excellency, well, I'll make another trip to Kul Tiras and try to persuade Admiral Daelin to join us in eliminating the Orcs. However, the Kul Tiras aren't skilled in land warfare, so I'm afraid they won't agree."
Sen'jin narrowed his eyes and coldly questioned, "Why ask humans for help? Even if we manage to eliminate the Orcs, we can only provide 100,000 souls. That's not enough, and it will only displease Archimonde. It's not worth it."
The Priest looked at Sen'jin in surprise. "Chief, what do you mean?"
"My target is Kul Tiras," Sen'jin said menacingly.
"Kul Tiras is one of the Seven Human Kingdoms, with a population many times that of the Orcs. If we join forces with Thrall, set a trap to lure Daelin into a trap, and destroy his fleet, Kul Tiras will be ours for the taking. A million human souls will surely satisfy Archimonde."
The Priest was terrified and, his voice trembling, advised:
"No, Chieftain! Orcs are a pack of beasts. Cooperating with them will only bring disaster. Have you forgotten the people of Lordaeron? Have you forgotten the High Elves of Silvermoon City? Have you forgotten the mages of Dalaran? Kul Tiras is the backbone of our Darkspear Tribe. Without their help, how can we stand on the Echo Isles? We will be swallowed up by the Zandalari Empire sooner or later."
Sen'jin looked at the loyal Priest, feeling that this man was simply unreasonable, and said with a sneer:
"Priest, once we reach the stars, the mere Zandalari Empire will be but a blade of grass beneath our feet. The Darkspear Tribe's only chance to rise is right before our eyes. Don't let your shortsightedness hold you back; you will become a sinner against the Darkspear Tribe."
"Chieftain, you must listen to me. The life and death of the Darkspear Tribe rests on your decision. Never make a move against the Orcs!" The Priest was speechless as a short javelin pierced his chest.
Sen'jin fiercely pulled out the javelin, ripped out the Priest's heart, and swallowed it whole.
"Your courage and wisdom are mine now." Sen'jin watched triumphantly as the Priest fell, his eyes wide open in death.
That was a surprisingly brilliant decision.
Robbie monitored Sen'jin with the Eye of C'Thun. The Troll chieftain's decision was unexpected Robbie assumed he would accept the Priest's advice.
Perhaps this is the foresight of a Warchief: success is always accidental and inevitably involves huge risks. Ordinary people who work step by step without taking unconventional measures will find it difficult to become a great king.
Remarkable. Robbie understands Sen'jin. His decision was unexpected and incredibly clever. If successful, it would bring enormous benefits. If he weren't under Robbie's surveillance, he probably would have succeeded.
However, Sen'jin made the same mistake as his predecessors: he severely underestimated Thrall's cunning.
Breaking this scheme isn't difficult. Robbie helped Daelin eliminate the Dragonblood Orcs and a hundred adult Dragons, and has already gained her trust. All that's needed is to send a letter explaining the situation.
Sen'jin was extremely wary of Thrall, and dared not approach him personally, sending his eldest son to negotiate with Thrall instead.
Khorium is a strong Darkspear Trolls. As Sen'jin's eldest son, he is the most likely to inherit the chieftainship of the Darkspear Tribe, especially after Sen'jin's most beloved youngest son, Mingwang, was executed.
During the negotiations with Thrall, Khorium believed it was a test from his father. Entering the Orcs camp, Khorium proceeded cautiously, not daring to take an extra step, wanting to show respect to the Orcs while also appropriately displaying the dignity of the Darkspear Trolls.
Inside Thrall's tent, a fully grown Zandalari Trolls sat beside him, with a pot of piping hot, flavorful soup brimming with delicious spices.
"Haha, you must be Sen'jin's heir Khorium? Truly impressive."
Thrall gestured for Khorium to sit down, and said excitedly, "Today we have a rare delicacy. This is a Zandalari Trolls troll, pampered since childhood, with delicate skin and tender flesh, perfect for entertaining our distinguished guest."
Trolls are a savage race and feel no guilt about eating their own kind, especially the Zandalari Trolls, with whom they are sworn enemies. However, this Zandalari Trolls is different; she is Khorium fiancée.
The relationship between the Darkspear Trolls and the Zandalari Trolls is complex. Although they regard each other as enemies, they occasionally intermarry among the nobles, since interests are between families, while hatred is between the entire race.
Looking at his fiancée, who was tightly bound and whose eyes were red from crying, Khorium had no choice but to pretend he didn't know her.
Khorium had hoped to secure his inheritance by leveraging his fiancée's family, but now all his hopes have been dashed.
Eitrigg, standing nearby, cut off a piece of flesh from Zandalari Trolls, sliced it thinly, and placed it in front of Thrall and Khorium.
Thrall placed the slices of meat one by one into the boiling broth, saying as he did so:
"Terror, slaughter, and cruelty are the most reliable deterrents in the world. Don't be fooled by how I treat the Zandalari Trolls; one day the Trolls will fear the Orcs, dread Orcs, and willingly become our slaves, food, and livestock."
Khorium stared blankly, unsure how to react, and could only chew on his fiancée's flesh with a dry expression.
Thrall patted Khorium's shoulder with a smile and said, "I've read Chief Sen'jin's letter. I'm very optimistic about the cooperation between the Darkspear Trolls and the Orcs, but the million humans of Kul Tiras aren't enough."
Pointing to the tightly bound Zandalari Trolls, Thrall whispered, "We should also add the Zandalari Empire. Do you have any good suggestions?"