After Sen'jin burned Robbie's secret letter, he acted as if nothing had happened, as if he knew nothing about the Secret Passage. He made no arrangements or deployments, and everything remained the same as before.
That's so strange, why would Sen'jin make such a decision?
Robbie couldn't understand it, which piqued Robbie interest and made him suspect there must be a conspiracy.
On a dark and stormy night, Thrall Faction a squad of elite Orcs, armed with flammable materials, to secretly enter the Secret Passage and await their opportunity.
Subsequently, the Orcs launched a full-scale attack on the Troll Royal Palace. Time was of the essence, Thrall, in a desperate move, committed all his forces to launch a fierce attack from all sides.
As usual, Sen'jin directed the battle, dividing his forces to resist, ignoring the tunnel.
At the height of the war, the Orcs in the Secret Passage took advantage of the chaos to enter the Royal Palace and began setting fires everywhere.
The Darkspear Trolls were originally weaker than the Orcs, and only managed to withstand the pressure thanks to the natural defenses of the Royal Palace.
After the fire broke out in the Royal Palace, the defending Darkspear Trolls thought the Orcs had stormed in, their morale collapsed, and all the obstacles fell one after another, allowing the Orcs army to successfully storm into the Royal Palace.
As the fire broke out in the Royal Palace, Sen'jin finally took timely action. There was more than one Secret Passage in the Royal Palace. Sen'jin led five trusted subordinates who had been prepared in advance and escaped through another Secret Passage.
Robbie didn't know what to say about Sen'jin. If they had been able to prepare an effective countermeasure in advance, they could have used the Secret Passage to wipe out the Orcs and thus change the course of history.
Unfortunately, Sen'jin's strange reaction led to the destruction of the Darkspear Tribe. After the Orcs stormed the Royal Palace, hundreds of thousands of the Darkspear Tribe were massacred, their corpses hung on wooden poles like livestock, skinned, flesh cut, and bones boiled.
Afterwards, the Orcs swept through the Echo Isles, eliminating any who had escaped, and finding and killing all the Darkspear Tribe hiding in swamps, caves, and deserted islands.
Robbie secretly followed Sen'jin as he fled, wanting to see his true purpose.
After Sen'jin led five trusted men to escape through the Secret Passage, they entered a secret cave. This was a lair that Sen'jin had prepared long ago, with plenty of food and supplies, seemingly to wait for the Orcs to retreat before coming out.
Things were definitely not that simple; Robbie deduced that there was another conspiracy at play.
The Darkspear Tribe quickly became history, with only a few members such as Vol'jin, Rokhan, and Zalazane surviving, along with the remnants of the Sen'jin tribe who escaped. The Darkspear Tribe of the Echo Isles existed in name only, and only the name remained.
Thrall was smug; he had finally fulfilled the Legion's request. Unfortunately, he hadn't found Sen'jin, which Thrall found very regrettable.
After the Darkspear Tribe was destroyed, Vol'jin and Rokhan, as originally planned, used the Darkspear Tribe's name to summon wandering Trolls from all over Azeroth, accepting all comers regardless of what they had done or what mistakes they had made.
The Darkspear Trolls' Royal Palace was burned down by the Orcs, reduced to rubble. On the site of the Royal Palace, a new Darkspear Tribe was founded, inheriting the ancient traditions and shining with new glory.
Before long, tens of thousands of Trolls came from all over and joined Vol'jin's ranks.
Looking at the rebuilt Darkspear Tribe, Vol'jin nodded in satisfaction and excitedly said to Rokhan:
"Look! Through our efforts, we have finally preserved the entire Darkspear Tribe. We are the great heroes of the Troll, the new creators of the Darkspear Tribe."
Rokhan glanced at the newly recruited Trolls, including Pirates, murderers, and notorious fugitives—almost all the dirtiest Troll and vile dregs of the troll race—and frowned, muttering:
"Things have changed, people are gone; it's all just empty fame. Our entire clan is dead. What's the point of this kind of salvation?"
Vol'jin, beaming with pride at his position as Warchief, patted Rokhan on the shoulder and said dismissively:
"You need to broaden your horizons. This is how truly great figures grow. We are destined to be heroes of Azeroth, and we will surely be remembered alongside Thrall, the Savior. Let us fight for Azeroth."
Rokhan wore a bitter expression; for the first time, he felt that the so-called "hero" was actually a tragic irony.
The glory of one general is built on the bones of ten thousand; the annihilation of three hundred thousand Darkspear Trolls paved the way for the heroic path of Vol'jin and Rokhan.
"Don't forget, Sen'jin is still alive," Rokhan reminded him.
Vol'jin was stunned upon hearing this. As long as Sen'jin was alive, the truth of today would eventually come to light. For the sake of a hero's reputation, Sen'jin had to die. However, after searching the entire Echo Isles, Sen'jin seemed to have vanished.
During the rebuilding of the Darkspear Tribe, Vol'jin suddenly heard the voice of the gods, which had been silent for many days.
This mysterious deity, who had secretly protected Vol'jin since childhood, disappeared after Vol'jin defected to the Orcs. However, after Vol'jin became the Warchief of the Darkspear Tribe, the deity finally spoke again.
"Vol'jin, congratulations on becoming the Warchief of the Darkspear Tribe." The deity seemed particularly pleased, unable to conceal his excitement. "Now only Sen'jin remains. I can tell you his whereabouts. What do you plan to do?"
"Of course, we'll capture him, kill him ourselves, and hand his head over to the Burning Legion," Vol'jin said viciously. "That's a huge achievement; I can't let Thrall have it."
"No, no, Vol'jin, Sen'jin is, after all, the chieftain of the Darkspear Tribe. You can treat the members of the Darkspear Tribe however you want; after all, no one remembers the Destiny of ants. But Sen'jin is different. Killing him to claim credit is fine, but you must fabricate a convincing story."
Vol'jin pondered for a long time, "How about we say Sen'jin was ambushed and killed by the Murlocs?"
The mysterious deity chuckled coldly.
"A lie riddled with holes, but it doesn't matter. When you become the Warchief, your lies will be the truth. Now I will tell you Sen'jin's whereabouts. You don't need to bring too many soldiers; he only has a few subordinates with him."
The Troll Death God Bwonsamdi was also one of the masterminds behind this conspiracy.
Robbie witnessed Vol'jin leading several dozen reliable elite soldiers, guided by Bwonsamdi, to Sen'jin's hideout.
Inside the dimly lit cave, a campfire was lit in the center. Sen'jin and his five trusted men sat around the fire in a six-pointed star shape, the flickering flames illuminating Sen'jin's aged face.
After Vol'jin and his men surrounded him, Sen'jin, seemingly prepared, said in a hoarse voice:
"Vol'jin, the new Warchief of the Darkspear Tribe, you've finally arrived. I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Vol'jin also had many questions in his mind, such as why Sen'jin had spared him inside the Royal Palace.
He carefully examined the old Troll and suddenly felt that the two had a similarity in their faces.
Sen'jin looked at Vol'jin with a kind expression and smiled with satisfaction, "So alike, so very alike. You and your mother are practically identical. Seeing you reminds me of the past."
"What are you talking about?" Vol'jin's mother died young, but he remembered her appearance; she bore no resemblance to him whatsoever.
Sen'jin stretched out his withered hands, seemingly wanting to touch Vol'jin's face, but finally lowered them:
"Vol'jin, your father is not some Zandalari Trolls. You are my son, my bloodline. Everything I have done is for you, for your future. I would rather the entire Darkspear Trolls be destroyed."