"Impossible, shameless, you're lying."
Vol'jin was shocked and refused to believe Sen'jin's words. He swayed and took a step back to steady himself.
"Heh heh, Warchief Sen'jin, you lied to me to save your own life." Vol'jin glared at him and said, "My mother was a Pureblood Darkspear Trolls. If you were my father, would I be a pathetic being?"
Vol'jin took a difficult breath, finally managing to exhale the identity he had always been unwilling to confront:
"Mongrel."
Among the ignorant Troll race, Half-breeds are ruthlessly scorned.
As a child, Vol'jin was humiliated more than once because of his identity. When he grew up, he carefully examined his appearance and physique and found that he was indeed different from the average Darkspear Trolls, possessing some characteristics of Zandalari Trolls.
Vol'jin had no affinity for the Darkspear Trolls. His life of hardship left him with no sense of belonging to the race, so he readily sold out 300,000 Darkspear Tribe to pave his own path to heroism.
Sen'jin stared at the fire in front of him and said sadly:
"I'm so sorry, Vol'jin, your identity has brought you so much suffering. It's all my fault. You are indeed a Half-breed. Your mother was a Zandalari Trolls, the love of my life, a highly respected Priest."
Vol'jin merely sneered, looking at Sen'jin with mockery, this dying former Warchief who was fabricating unreliable lies.
Vol'jin was certain that Sen'jin was lying; he clearly remembered that his mother was an ordinary Darkspear Trolls.
Sen'jin slowly said, "After you were born, your mother died in childbirth. There has never been any kinship in the royal family. It will be difficult for your bloodline to survive in the treacherous Royal Palace. I can protect you for a while, but I can't protect you forever. After I die, your Brotherhood eat you alive. I have to make the most careful consideration."
"Just then, an ominous event occurred on Echo Isles. Someone reported to me that Mysterious Blood Moon appeared in the sky just before a pregnant woman went into labor, and Darkspear Lady revealed her true form. I realized this was an opportunity, so I bribed the midwife to switch the two babies. There was another reason for doing this: our family has offended the Soul God, Bwonsamdi, and will suffer his endless torment after death. I don't want this tragic Destiny to befall you."
Vol'jin was stunned. He stared at Sen'jin in astonishment. Sen'jin's face was kind, his attitude sincere, and his emotions heartfelt. Although there was no evidence, Vol'jin was already beginning to waver.
Sen'jin closed his eyes, a satisfied expression on his face. "Your mother served the great Troll Death God Bwonsamdi, who is said to be even older than the Troll itself. Before she died, your mother sacrificed her own soul to secure Bwonsamdi's protection for you."
"Bwonsamdi, the Troll Death God." Vol'jin was stunned upon hearing this. He had never known the origin or identity of this god who secretly protected him, but he never expected that Sen'jin Vol'jin the truth.
The mysterious deity did not speak out to expose them, which proves that Sen'jin was telling the truth.
"Lies, all lies!" Vol'jin screamed stubbornly, clutching his head, unwilling to accept this cruel reality.
Sen'jin sighed, "Vol'jin, I know you've suffered all these years. When I heard you'd joined the Burning Legion, I was overjoyed. This was your chance. I received intelligence that Thrall would attack through the Secret Passage built by the Kukan Family, but I turned a blind eye. Faced with the Darkspear Tribe and the bond between father and son, I ultimately chose you, Vol'jin."
With a whoosh, Vol'jin drew his sharp Warglaive, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at Sen'jin. His many subordinates also drew their weapons, waiting for Vol'jin's command to sever Sen'jin's head.
Vol'jin slowly raised his right hand, looking down at the ground, and never lowered it.
Sen'jin smiled with relief, "Vol'jin, I've been waiting for you. The last thing I can do for you is to give you my head in exchange for your power and glory, hoping to atone for my mistakes."
Two sharp Warglaive fell to the ground, Vol'jin dropped his weapon, and tears streamed down his face.
Why is family love precious, and romantic love priceless?
Simply because it is scarce and rare.
At that moment, Vol'jin experienced the family affection he had longed for, touching the softest part of his heart.
Father and son locked eyes, Vol'jin slowly closed his eyes, awaiting his Destiny.
Vol'jin picked up the two Warglaive, but he could not bring himself to kill his own father.
An untimely, hoarse voice rang out, echoing through the cave; it was none other than the Troll Death God Bwonsamdi:
"What a fascinating show, Sen'jin! I admire you so much; your acting was absolutely brilliant."
"What, acting?" Vol'jin was shocked. He looked at Sen'jin and saw a cruel smile on Sen'jin's lips, a smug look of a successful scheme. Then Vol'jin felt a wave of dizziness.
A wave of weakness washed over him, and Vol'jin and his men collapsed to the ground, unable to move.
"I was careless," Vol'jin lamented, sinking into despair. "The poison was hidden in the Flames in the center of the cave, releasing its effects as the Flames burned. Sen'jin and his five henchmen took the Antidote beforehand, and Vol'jin, lured by Sen'jin's lies, didn't feel anything amiss in his body. Sen'jin successfully bought time, allowing the poison to take effect."
But Vol'jin still couldn't understand why Sen'jin would do such a thing.
"Bwonsamdi." Sen'jin stood up, drew his blade, and killed Vol'jin's men one by one with a single stroke, saying, "If it weren't for this brilliant acting, how could this bastard have fallen for it? He's still too green to fight me."
"Yes, I should have thought of that sooner." Vol'jin was filled with remorse. "Sen'jin kills his own Legitimate Sons and Bastard Son so easily, how could he treat me differently? No, perhaps he wasn't even my father at all."
Bwonsamdi did not appear, but merely chuckled coldly, "Are you satisfied with this perfect Vessel? Sen'jin, only by possessing your bloodline can it fully resonate with your soul. Of course, it will also require many years of my nurturing."
Sen'jin sized up Vol'jin, nodded in satisfaction, and said slyly, "A young body, but what I care more about is his identity. He has become the new chieftain of the Darkspear Trolls, a guest of honor of the Burning Legion, and has finally been able to get rid of the Soul God, Bwonsamdi. The sacrifice of a mere 300,000 of his people is truly worthwhile."
"Heh heh, Sen'jin, you're too arrogant," Bwonsamdi chuckled. "The Soul God and the Troll Death God are both managers of souls. Haven't you noticed the similarities?"
Sen'jin was terrified upon hearing this, and his smugness at the success of his plot vanished without a trace.
"That's right, the Soul God Bwonsamdi, is Bwonsamdi." Bwonsamdi said smugly, revealing the truth that horrified Sen'jin:
"I used different names in the Darkspear Tribe and Zandalar Tribes, and personally orchestrated this spectacle of father and son killing each other. I look forward to your brilliant performance and intriguing schemes. It would be a shame to end it here. Of course, I will keep our promise, but with even more interesting rules."
A black Scales appeared on the fire, Sen'jin and Vol'jin simultaneously felt a wave of dizziness; their souls appeared on opposite ends of the Scales.
"Come on, let's see which of you, father and son, has a darker heart, a more despicable and shameless one. Whoever wins this young body, I'll enjoy this wonderful show."