Like a green tidal wave, the Orcs roared and charged into the Darkspear Trolls' ranks, reaping Troll lives as easily as slicing melons and vegetables. The Orcs opened their blood-red maws and bit off the Darkspear Trolls' heads, chewing them greedily.
It's absolutely terrifying; even more ferocious than the Demons of the Burning Legion.
Sen'jin was terrified, and his 50,000 Darkspear Trolls collapsed like a house of cards, their formation quickly broken by the Orcs.
If it comes down to fighting prowess, the Trolls are no less capable than the Orcs. Orcs excel at close-quarters combat, while Trolls are skilled in ranged attacks. Both sides have their advantages, and if they were to fight fairly in formation, the trolls might not necessarily lose in a one-to-one battle.
However, the Darkspear Trolls were facing the Tidal Bay, and the Orcs attacked from behind. It would take a lot of time for a force of 50,000 to turn around and meet the enemy, and the Orcs did not give the Darkspear Trolls a chance.
Furthermore, the Orcs, clad in the Burning Legion armor and weapons, were far superior in equipment to the Darkspear Trolls, and their morale was high. The attack from behind quickly turned the tide, and the elite Darkspear soldiers were slaughtered.
"Foolish Sen'jin, you will pay the price for your ambition!" Thrall roared, clad in black armor, wielding the Doomhammer, and relentlessly reaping the lives of the Darkspear Trolls under the protection of his large entourage.
"The Darkspear Trolls think they can stand on equal footing with the Orcs? You are merely a lower race, fit only to be the Orcs' rations."
Countless Darkspear Trolls were slaughtered, Orcs tore at their flesh like wild beasts.
Sen'jin glared at the trembling Khorium beside him and demanded, "Is this the benevolent Orcs you see?"
He was watching the Khorium, his face turned deathly pale, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted from fright. A foul stench wafted over.
"Useless trash, you've ruined me, ruined the entire Darkspear Tribe!" Sen'jin complained bitterly. Fortunately, his other two Legitimate Sons, Adamantite and Eternium, fought bravely and led a team of elite Witch Doctor to escort Sen'jin through the encirclement.
"Hurry to the entrance of the Death Tunnel."
Seeing that they couldn't break through, Sen'jin hurriedly gave the order.
He is the chieftain of the Darkspear Tribe and knows all the secrets of Echo Isles. On the cliffs near Tidal Bay, there is an ancient tunnel called the Death Tunnel, an extremely dangerous place.
The entrance to the Death Tunnel is located beneath a large rock at the edge of the cliff. The entrance appears on special days, and no adventurer who enters the tunnel ever survives.
Led by Sen'jin, Adamantite and Eternium fought desperately, gradually approaching the direction of the Death Tunnel.
Sen'jin knew the secret of the Death Tunnel, the place of exile of Bwonsamdi, the Soul God originally worshipped by the Darkspear Tribe. Legendary that Bwonsamdi had gone mad and was killing all outsiders.
Sen'jin solemnly told his two sons, "You must stay here. Opening the Death Tunnel will take some time; this is your only chance. The Darkspear Tribe cannot be destroyed."
Adamantite and Eternium nodded. The safety of the Darkspear Tribe rested on Chief Sen'jin. If he could not return to the Royal Palace, the Darkspear Tribe, without its chief, would surely perish at the hands of the Orcs.
Sen'jin stood at the entrance to the Death Tunnel, performing a peculiar wizard's dance while chanting incomprehensible spells.
Thrall quickly noticed the anomaly and commanded the Orcs to surround the area.
The few remaining Darkspear Tribe were also approaching this area. The Darkspear Tribe fought a bloody battle, using their flesh and blood to protect Chief Sen'jin as he cast his spell.
"This was not a glorious blow, I'm sorry." High Overlord Thrall attacked from behind, decapitating the Adamantite with a single axe blow, and glared at the Eternium: "Little Troll, do you know what Orcs honor is?"
Seeing his brother's gruesome death, Eternium's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared, "You despicable Orcs, if you have the guts, fight me one-on-one!"
"Very well, I didn't expect the Darkspear Trolls to have a warrior like you. It's been a long time since anyone dared to challenge me. Let's fight for glory." Saurfang, carrying his giant axe, beckoned with a provocative expression.
Eternium gripped his pair of scimitars tightly and charged at Saurfang. Saurfang smiled slightly and leaped backward. A group of Orcs axemen rushed over and instantly hacked Eternium into mincemeat.
"What idiots! Foolish Darkspear Trolls deserve to be eliminated." Saurfang laughed triumphantly.
Soldiers around Sen'jin kept falling, but thankfully his ritual was complete. A sinister entrance appeared beneath the boulder, emanating an aura of despair and death.
Before the last Darkspear Tribe fell, Sen'jin gave Thrall a long look before leaping into the entrance.
The Orcs surrounded the entrance, staring at the dark entrance, not daring to breathe. Thrall ordered a few brave Orcs to enter the cave, but soon there was no movement, so he had to give up.
In this battle, the Darkspear Tribe's most elite 50,000 soldiers perished, leaving not a single survivor. They became the Orcs' Tough Jerky, severely weakening the Darkspear Tribe, which could only rely on the fortified Royal Palace to hold out.
Sen'jin cautiously made his way through the Death Tunnel, the constant screams echoing in his ears. When Sen'jin was young, he had overheard a chilling truth: the Soul God, Bwonsamdi, had long since broken free of his seal. Instead of seeking revenge against the Darkspear Tribe and the Sen'jin family, he was secretly watching everything.
All members of the Sen'jin family, whether direct relatives or collateral relatives, will inevitably have their souls enter the Death Tunnel after death, where they will be tormented forever in Bwonsamdi.
During their lifetime, the Sen'jin family enjoyed endless glory, making all the Darkspear Trolls envious.
But after death, they suffer cruel torture. This is why Sen'jin is particularly afraid of death and tries every means to prolong his life. This is also why he colluded with the Burning Legion.
Sen'jin would never have entered the Death Tunnel if he wasn't about to be killed by the Orcs; now he can only pray for the forgiveness and help of the Soul God.
A disheveled, transparent old Troll soul ran past Sen'jin, howling incessantly, its face contorted in madness. Transparent piranhas clung to the old Troll's soul.
Sen'jin recognized him as his grandfather, who had suffered humiliation in the Zandalari Empire, forced to submerge his legs in a pool teeming with piranhas, his legs below the knees being devoured by them.
Although his limbs were regenerated and he grew back his legs, the grandfather developed a fear of all fish, which became his inner demon. Unexpectedly, after his death, his body was covered with piranhas, and he suffered from the bites of the piranha spirits.
Sen'jin proceeded cautiously, seeing many tormented Ancestral Spirits. Sen'jin stopped before an ancient Altar, a piercing sound echoing in his ears.
"Heh heh, a living chieftain, this is not a place for you. Or perhaps you should be eaten by Orcs, and then your soul can come to me. Heh, you know, I've prepared a very special gift for you."
Sen'jin knelt down beside the Altar with a thud and prayed earnestly:
"Great Soul God, Bwonsamdi, Chief Sen'jin of the Darkspear Tribe, we beg for your forgiveness and help. The Darkspear Tribe is in crisis; please save our people."
"Heh, Chieftain, I remember you were the one who brought the Orcs here," the voice mocked. "You led a pack of beasts into your own homeland, letting them slaughter your own people. What right do you have to ask for my help?"