Sen'jin knelt on the ground, wailing in anguish and sorrow:
"Great Soul God, it's all my fault. I trusted the Orcs. But please have pity on my people! They are innocent. You surely don't want them to die at the hands of the Orcs."
You want me to save your people? You are not qualified.
The Soul God recounted the past with a vicious glint in his eyes. "When your ancestors banished me, allowing the Murlocs to slaughter half a million Darkspear Tribe, did they ever imagine this day would come? Back then, when the Darkspear Tribe faced annihilation in Stranglethorn Vale, it was I who guided you into the Echo Isles, and it was I who helped you drive out the Murlocs, winning you a space to survive."
"At the height of the Darkspear Tribe's power, even the eternally powerful Zandalari Empire could only treat them as equals, addressing them as brothers and neighbors. Look at the Darkspear Tribe now—how humiliating and degrading they are."
Sen'jin wept bitterly, tears streaming down his face. "It's all our fault, however many we may be. You are a magnanimous deity. We only beg you to forgive us and extend a helping hand. The Darkspear Tribe will forever remember your kindness in saving us today."
"How can I trust you, Sen'jin, after how you have treated my kindness?" The Soul God remained silent for a long while, then chuckled sinisterly, "Very interesting. I've thought of a little game. Sen'jin, do you want to save your people? Unfortunately, it comes at a price—a deal with a god."
"I'll agree to whatever the cost," Sen'jin said resolutely.
"Oh! No, no! I have seen through you, Sen'jin." The Soul God seemed to know everything:
"You think the Darkspear Tribe is about to be wiped out, so you think it's all worth it for these tribesmen who should have died, no matter the cost, even if half of them die. But that's not the case. I've already seen a bright future. Sen'jin, all the Orcs' schemes are aimed at you. They've figured you out completely."
Sen'jin was taken aback, not understanding what the Soul God meant.
"You haven't given up hope yet, have you? Sen'jin, because there's still hope in your heart." The Soul God spoke with a mocking tone, "A bastard Bastard Son has been living abroad, you thought you hid it well, but unfortunately I already knew of his existence. His soul will be a toy for me, and I look forward to that moment."
"How... how did you know?" Sen'jin was so frightened that his face turned pale.
"You underestimate the power of a god," the Soul God said smugly. "You think that if you can't return to the Troll Royal Palace, the Darkspear Tribe will be wiped out by the Orcs. In fact, that's not the case. As long as you don't go back, the Darkspear Tribe will elect a new chieftain. Orcs and schemers will inevitably fail when faced with unfamiliar strangers, and the Darkspear Tribe has a high probability of being saved."
Sen'jin raised his head, staring in astonishment at the top of the Altar, unable to believe his ears.
"So it's that simple," the Soul God said with a grin. "Now I'll give you two choices. First, stay here and await death, and the Darkspear Tribe will be saved. Second, I'll send you back to the Darkspear Tribe, and then you'll foolishly destroy it with your own hands. Which will you choose, Sen'jin?"
Sen'jin answered without hesitation, "The Darkspear Tribe belongs to me, to my Sen'jin family. As chieftain, I should live and die with my people."
"You treacherous and selfish Warchief, Sen'jin, you know this tragic future, yet you refuse to relinquish your power, hoping to create a miracle. Admit it, your abilities are insufficient to handle the current situation. The Darkspear Tribe will inevitably perish at your hands. Very well, I keep my promise. I am pleased to see the Darkspear Tribe's demise."
A beam of light shone from the top of the Altar, revealing a sinister Portal.
Sen'jin stood up and walked straight towards the Portal. He had only one thought in his mind: the Darkspear Tribe is mine. Even if it rots, it will be in my hands. I will never allow other Trolls to lay a finger on it.
Fifty thousand elite Darkspear Horde were wiped out in Tidal Bay, their corpses turned into Tough Jerky the Orcs. The Darkspear Royal Palace was in an uproar upon hearing the news. There were still nearly 150,000 Darkspear Tribe inside the Royal Palace, so defending the Royal Palace would not be a problem. However, their Warchief Sen'jin had disappeared, and the Darkspear Tribes were not used to being without their chieftain's leadership.
Along with Chief Sen'jin, his three Legitimate Sons also disappeared. Without a designated heir, chaos quickly descended upon the area.
Several powerful Bastard Sons of Sen'jin stepped forward, each vying for the position of Warchief. None of them would submit to the others, and a chaotic battle seemed imminent.
Meanwhile, Thrall led the Orcs on a rapid march toward the Darkspear Royal Palace, hoping to capture the formidable stronghold before a new chieftain was confirmed.
Beset by internal and external troubles, the Darkspear Tribe faced a life-or-death moment, when a wise Darkspear Witch Doctor stepped forward.
Zalazane, a Witch Doctor Mastery in dark magic, is a mysterious figure of the Darkspear Tribe. He is usually low-key and single-mindedly devoted to the study of magic, never coveting power or wealth.
He swiftly used dark magic to control Sen'jin's Bastard Sons and seized the chieftainship with Thunder force.
Zalazane's success was not accidental. He had long seen through the Orcs and knew that Sen'jin's journey would be a one-way trip. However, he also knew that he could not persuade the stubborn Sen'jin. For the sake of the Darkspear Tribe, he had no choice but to make preparations in advance.
At the most critical moment, Zalazane united the Darkspear Tribe and, in the name of the Warchief, issued a series of orders, temporarily stabilizing the situation and moving in a positive direction.
Thrall's Orcs army arrived, only to find the Royal Palace heavily guarded and a new chieftain in power. They could only leave in frustration.
After entering the Portal, Sen'jin found himself in a boundless world, surrounded only by gray mist. He wandered for a long time, unable to find an exit, while the voice of the Soul God echoed in his ears:
"Sen'jin, don't you ever think about it? Your foolish actions will only bring destruction to the Darkspear Tribe."
Sen'jin remained unmoved and his attitude was resolute; he simply wanted to return to the Royal Palace as soon as possible.
After an unknown amount of time, the annoying voice of the Soul God disappeared, and a mysterious passage appeared. Sen'jin hurriedly entered the passage, and after walking for a while, he looked up and found himself in the Troll Royal Palace.
Upon learning of Sen'jin's return, Zalazane did not resist and voluntarily relinquished his chieftainship and fled.
Zalazane knew very well that although Sen'jin had been manipulated by Thrall several times, causing the Darkspear Tribe to suffer greatly, he was even more aware of the power of habit. No matter how incompetent Sen'jin was, the Darkspear Tribe had become accustomed to his rule, the people supported Sen'jin from the bottom of their hearts, and many noble families had their interests tied to Sen'jin's.
In comparison, Zalazane's prestige is far from sufficient, and his foundation is still shallow. If Zalazane refuses to relinquish his chieftainship, the Darkspear Tribe will inevitably fall into a prolonged civil war.
Sen'jin wasn't one of his incompetent Bastard Sons; he had long been wary of Zalazane's dark magic.
The internal strife within the Darkspear Tribe would only allow the Orcs to take advantage of the situation. For the sake of the greater good, Zalazane had no other choice. Sen'jin effortlessly regained his chieftainship and began a series of purges.
Tens of thousands of the Darkspear Tribe who supported Zalazane were massacred, but the situation has stabilized for the time being.
But soon, something that gave Sen'jin a headache happened: Plague broke out in the Troll Royal Palace.