A wise ruler needs special methods to manage talent. He must use talent to serve him, but not let them threaten his position. Once they are no longer useful, he can discard them.
Azeroth is, after all, a magical planet, and its understanding of imperial strategies is not yet fully developed.
For example, Sen'jin clearly doesn't understand the art of ruling; he's just ruthless and intolerant.
A sense of unease crept into Vol'jin's heart. He looked at the mysterious "Heijin" with fear and respectfully asked, "My lord, what are your plans?"
Varimathras chuckled, "Vol'jin, go see a member of the Kukan Family. The chieftain would be best, but if you can't see him, anyone will do. Thrall, outside, coordinate by spreading the word that you've sided with the Orcs, are a member of the Burning Legion, and a traitor to the Darkspear Trolls. If Chieftain Sen'jin finds out you've been in contact with the Kukan Family..."
"No, no, this absolutely won't do! I'll be torn to pieces by Sen'jin and fed to the Swamp Hydras!" Vol'jin cried out in panic.
"Vol'jin, remember this, this is for Azeroth, for the great cause of the Legion." Varimathras rebuked him Justice, looking down at him with an air of superiority.
"To sacrifice personal interests for the victory of the collective—what a noble sentiment, what a great Consecration! Our Burning Legion has sacrificed countless predecessors to achieve today's glory. What is there that one's own life cannot be sacrificed for the Burning Legion family? Besides, you might not even die."
Varimathras said ominously, "I don't want the Kukan Family to be destroyed. The Kukan Family will certainly suffer heavy losses. I will secretly maneuver to allow a portion of the Kukan Family to escape. In this way Kukan Family, having nowhere else to turn, will have no choice but to rely on the Orcs. They are a deeply rooted family with a complex network of relationships within the Darkspear Tribe. As long as the Kukan Family secretly plots to win them over and divide the Darkspear Tribe, the Orcs will surely win."
Vol'jin frowned deeply upon hearing this. "Am I part of the escape?"
Varimathras sighed helplessly:
"Vol'jin, you must be mindful of your actions. The value of your life is far less than the victory of the Legion. To convince Sen'jin that the Kukan Family has betrayed you, Sen'jin must see you before you can escape. For Azeroth, for the Burning Legion, such a sacrifice is worthwhile. I don't think you will disappoint me, Vol'jin."
Vol'jin retreated repeatedly upon hearing this. "Don't try to fool me with this nonsense. You're actually forcing me. I will never agree to such an unreasonable demand. To hell with your Legions!"
Varimathras smiled at Vol'jin, then suddenly revealed the terrifying face of the Dreadlord. Although it was only for a moment, it was enough to make Vol'jin collapse to the ground in fear, cold sweat pouring down his face.
Vol'jin then understood why Thrall was so respectful to "Heijin"—it turned out he was a terrifying Dreadlord.
"Death is nothing." Varimathras's voice sent chills down one's spine like a cold wind:
"In our Burning Legion, there are things far more terrible than death. If you disobey my orders, I will bury your soul in the eye of the Legion Forge. The Army of the Light once had a great being who slaughtered countless members of our Legion, only to be defeated by Archimonde himself. His soul shattered completely in the eye of the storm after just three hundred years. But that wasn't enough. Our Legion pieced his soul back together, restored his sanity, and subjected him to endless torment once more. In that moment of despair, death will be a rare release for you."
Vol'jin trembled with fear; he believed the Burning Legion possessed such capabilities.
Varimathras, seeing Vol'jin's fear, knew he was intimidated. "Vol'jin, the moment I saw you, I knew you were a noble Darkspear Trolls, capable of sacrificing yourself for the Legion without hesitation. It's nothing; every Legion has faced death countless times. If you don't even have this much resolve, I suggest you go and try your luck at the Eye of the Storm."
Vol'jin closed his eyes; he truly had no other options and could only hope for a miracle.
"Alright, for the sake of saving Azeroth, for the sake of the Burning Legion's Justice, I agree to cooperate with this plan."
"That's right, Vol'jin. May your ancestors protect you." Varimathras's smile grew even more sinister.
As expected, the Kukan Family had already betrayed Vol'jin. Not only did Vol'jin fail to meet the head of the Kukan Family, but he was also secretly hunted down by the Kukan Family and barely escaped with his life.
Unfortunately, under Varimathras's arrangement, Vol'jin could only focus his attention on an old drunkard.
This old drunkard was originally an elder of the Kukan Family, holding a high position and great power, but he later went bankrupt and became addicted to gambling. He was stripped of all his power, but he remained an honorary elder.
Vol'jin helped the old drunkard pay off his gambling debts, bought him fine wine and food, and then went to the old drunkard's place.
The old drunkard looked down at Vol'jin, savoring the rare treat, and shook his head, saying, "Vol'jin, I don't know why you waste your energy on a piece of trash like me. You want to regain the loyalty of the Kukan Family? I can't help you with that."
Looking at the old drunkard's destitute dwelling, Vol'jin had no intention of relying on him; he was just a scapegoat. Vol'jin eagerly offered him a drink while secretly glancing around, plotting his escape.
While the two were eating and drinking, Varimathras bribed an officer to inform Chief Sen'jin Gormyat, and at the same time sent a messenger to the head of the Kukan Family.
When the chieftain of the Kukan Family heard that Vol'jin was with the old drunkard, he was terrified. Knowing that Chief Sen'jin was ruthless, he wouldn't make decisions without thorough investigation; he would directly order the extermination of the Kukan Family. This was Sen'jin's operating principle and the most effective deterrent.
The old patriarch could only hope that the matter hadn't been exposed yet, and immediately lead his men to capture Vol'jin.
When Sen'jin heard that Vol'jin had conspired with an elder of the Kukan Family to lure the Orcs in, he was furious and sent his elite guards to capture Vol'jin.
Thanks to Varimathras's clever arrangement, the patriarch of the Kukan Family and Sen'jin's elite guards "coincidentally" met at the old drunkard's residence, and both were taken aback.
The old patriarch nearly fainted. With things having come to this, the Kukan Family had nowhere to go. Sen'jin was not a reasonable chieftain, so they had no choice but to seek refuge with the Orcs.
The two groups quickly clashed, with Sen'jin's elite guards gaining the upper hand. The Kukan Family was swiftly defeated, and the chieftain fled in disarray with a small number of elites, hastily returning to the family's stronghold to direct his people to escape.
Before the elite guards could surround the old drunkard's house, Vol'jin jumped out of the window and crawled out through the dog hole to escape. Before he could even celebrate his escape, he was surrounded by a squad of black-clad Darkspear Guards.
"It's all over." Vol'jin's vision went black, and he could only raise his hands in surrender, hoping to suffer less before he died.
A Troll who looked like an officer looked at Vol'jin and asked, "Are you Vol'jin, who has sided with the Orcs?"
Vol'jin nodded. "Yes, I am Vol'jin."
The Troll officer waved his hand, and the Darkspear Guards parted to make way. The officer shouted, "Chief Sen'jin's orders: Vol'jin is permitted to leave. No one is to be obstructed; anyone who does will be chopped up and fed to the Swamp Hydras."