No soldier dared to question the orders of Warchief Sen'jin.
Chief Sen'jin is wise, powerful, and great. His extraordinary wisdom is beyond the imagination of an ordinary soldier. In the Darkspear Horde, Sen'jin has long transcended the realm of mortals; he is an omnipotent god.
Even though 50,000 elite soldiers perished in Tidal Bay, it was a profound and wise decision, demonstrating once again the foresight of Warchief Sen'jin.
"Strange, this is really strange." Vol'jin couldn't understand why Sen'jin would let him go.
Fearing that Sen'jin might change his orders, Vol'jin left the Darkspear Tribe's Royal Palace as quickly as possible.
Varimathras probably also believed that Vol'jin was doomed, and Vol'jin never saw the Dreadlord.
The Burning Legion believed Vol'jin was dead, and this was a perfect opportunity to escape, Vol'jin told himself.
Having barely survived a brush with death, should I just run away like this? From now on, I'll live under an assumed name, becoming a miserable wanderer, a homeless adventurer with no one to rely on?
Having already invested so much, how could Vol'jin be willing to give up?
Exhausted Vol'jin rested in a Troll town. It was a dilapidated town with leaky wooden houses everywhere, muddy streets, and garbage all over the place.
In the Darkspear Tribe, apart from the grand and luxurious Royal Palace, which filled the Darkspear Trolls with pride, and the decent mansions of the Darkspear nobles, there were not many other respectable buildings.
Adding to the Orcs' slaughter and plunder, all the town's residents fled, and even most of the dilapidated houses were demolished. Vol'jin finally found a small hut to rest in, and couldn't help but worry about the future.
Just as Vol'jin was hesitating, he heard that a group of Darkspear Trolls had arrived in the town. Peeking out from the crack in the wall, he saw, unfortunately, the patriarch of the Kukan Family leading a group of his people.
In order to survive, the Kukan Family scattered and fled in several groups. Sen'jin sent his elite Darkspear Guards to pursue them. Varimathras ordered Thrall to support the group led by the patriarch, while abandoning the rest. This planted the seeds of hatred in the hearts of the Kukan Family, who were determined to take revenge on the cruel Sen'jin.
However, the old patriarch Kukan was very cunning. He had already prepared a substitute to break through the encirclement in his place, while he himself led the true Elite of the family to escape through the Secret Passage. This was an unexpected turn of events that Varimathras had not anticipated.
"Let's rest here. Be on alert and ready to retreat at any time."
Several tribesmen were assigned to keep watch. The old chieftain of Kukan was frowning and sighing in a dilapidated house, worried about the Destiny of his tribe. The fleeing Trolls did not even dare to light a campfire and could only eat some dry food to fill their stomachs.
"Elder Chief, what should we do next?" a member of the Kukan Family asked.
The old chieftain of Kukan frowned deeply, his face bitter, and said:
"The family has suddenly encountered this major calamity, and I was unprepared. It's all that insidious Vol'jin's fault. If it weren't for him, the Kukan Family wouldn't be in this predicament. I'm hesitant and undecided. Why don't we all discuss what to do next?"
One family member said, "Why not seek refuge with the Zandalari Empire? The Zandalari Empire is ancient and has many Loa protecting it, so it should be able to protect us. We can use the network of relationships we've built up in the Zandalari Empire."
Another family member disagreed. "In my opinion, Rastakhan, the Zandalar God-King Rastakhan, and Sen'jin are birds of a feather; neither of them are good people. They should go to the Ghostlands and join the Amani Tribe."
"What a joke! Zul'jin is barely able to save himself, wouldn't we be jumping into a fire pit for him? Besides, the Echo Isles are thousands of miles away from Zul'Aman, we'd probably be wiped out by the Orcs before we even get there."
Listening to the various opinions of his tribesmen, Chief Kukan suddenly spoke up, "My suggestion is to join the Scourge."
"The Scourge, Arthas?" The clansmen were stunned upon hearing this, and one of them asked worriedly:
"Chieftain, you should think this through. The Lich King Arthas leads a group of the dead; how can he accept the living? I suspect he'll turn us into Undead."
Chieftain Kukan shook his head and said solemnly, "The most pressing issue for Azeroth right now is the Burning Legion's attack. Whether we flee to the Zandalari Empire or the Amani Tribe, there are only two possible outcomes: either we are annihilated by the Burning Legion, or we surrender to them. But the Burning Legion has Orcs; how could they possibly tolerate enemies like us?"
The clansmen nodded in agreement; it was indeed true.
"Only the Scourge successfully withstood the Burning Legion. If Azeroth were to win against the Burning Legion, who could it rely on? The foolish Night Elf race? The cruel Zandalari Trolls? Or the human kingdoms that couldn't even wage war against the Orcs? I really can't think of any other answer besides the Scourge."
The old clan chief's analysis touched the hearts of the clansmen.
"That's right, the Scourge is all dead, or perhaps they're hoping for the living to join them." A family member's eyes darted around as he said, "I've heard that Arthas was a benevolent Prince. While he may not trust us Trolls, offering us refuge to save our lives shouldn't be difficult."
"Humans are different from us Trolls. Although they are also full of schemes and tricks, they must maintain a facade of impartiality." Another family member analyzed seriously, "We should be the first living people to voluntarily join the Scourge. If Arthas executes us, who will trust the Scourge?"
"It's a pity we were born in this chaotic world; just surviving is already a blessing," the old clan chief said with a bitter smile. "If I weren't truly desperate, I wouldn't have taken this risk. Since everyone agrees, it's decided then."
Vol'jin, hidden in the shadows, overheard everything. If Kukan had truly sided with the Scourge, Varimathras's plot would have completely failed, causing the Burning Legion to lose face. Thrall's Orcs would be unable to fight the Darkspear Tribe, and the Burning Legion would have no choice but to withdraw from Azeroth.
Vol'jin suddenly realized that this might be a rare opportunity, like a pivotal moment in history when a hero needs to step forward and turn the tide single-handedly.
"Heaven has helped me! I am the great hero!"
Vol'jin straightened his clothes, stepped out of his hiding place, and laughed heartily:
"Chief Kukan, everyone says you are a wise old Troll, a brilliant chieftain, but I never imagined you would be so foolish. You are personally burying your own people."
"It's you, Vol'jin."
"Vol'jin, you despicable scoundrel, I'll skin you alive with my own hands!"
The Kukan chieftains drew their blades, glaring at Vol'jin, waiting for their orders to chop him into mincemeat.
"Etc!"
Chief Kukan calmed his agitated tribesmen, first looking around and finding only Vol'jin, he breathed a sigh of relief and stared at Vol'jin, saying:
"Vol'jin, you once claimed to be the Bastard Son of God-King Rastakhan. We chose to believe you simply to have another option, but you shouldn't have harmed us like this. If you can't explain yourself today, don't blame my people for showing no mercy."
"Elder Chief Kukan, don't you understand? I'm not harming you, I'm saving you." Vol'jin spread his hands innocently. "Is this how you treat your savior?"