Originally, Bwonsamdi and Sen'jin secretly plotted this conspiracy. First, they selected a suitable woman to marry. After Vol'jin was born, Bwonsamdi carefully nurtured her to make her a suitable Vessel for Sen'jin.
But Bwonsamdi was clearly unwilling to let Sen'jin have his way; he wanted the father and son to have a fair competition.
The souls of the father and son stood at opposite ends of Scales. In the center of the Scales was a black hole, from which a mysterious suction force emanated, pulling at the souls of the father and son. Whoever's soul entered the hole first would become a pitiful sacrifice.
Vol'jin hated Sen'jin for deceiving him, and for the deepest lack of familial affection in his heart, but he gritted his teeth and persevered.
Sen'jin knew things were going badly. After all, he was too old; the aging of his physical body would lead to the decay of his soul. He couldn't compare to the vigorous Vol'jin. Sen'jin whispered, "Vol'jin, for the sake of the Darkspear Tribe, give up. You can't defeat Thrall. You will only drag the Darkspear Tribe into the vortex. Only I can lead the Darkspear Tribe to rebirth."
Vol'jin looked at Sen'jin with a mocking expression and said coldly, "Do you think you can defeat Thrall? Three hundred thousand Darkspear Tribe perished at your hands."
"Don't you understand, Vol'jin?" Sen'jin roared. "The future of the Darkspear Tribe rests on one man's shoulders. This burden is too heavy. Your experience and knowledge are insufficient to handle it. You'll mess everything up. I advise you to give up."
"Sen'jin, I've almost succeeded in everything I've done. Now I'm the Warchief," Vol'jin said smugly. "And you? You've gone from chieftain of the Darkspear Tribe to a pathetic fugitive. I'm far more capable than you."
A fair competition, a life-or-death struggle between souls, Sen'jin drew ever closer to the black hole at the center of the Scales, unable to persuade Vol'jin, and could only shout, "Bwonsamdi, we have a deal!"
Bwonsamdi chuckled coldly.
"Sen'jin, blame your heart for not being dirty enough, not being dark enough. You had a chance to defeat Thrall and take his place in the Burning Legion, so that the Troll race could be preserved. But you have disappointed me greatly."
"No, no!" The closer he got to the black hole, the stronger its tearing force became. Sen'jin screamed in despair, flailing his arms and legs as if trying to grab onto something, but to no avail. Finally, Sen'jin glared angrily at Vol'jin opposite him:
"Vol'jin, you filthy bastard, you disgust me just like your mother."
"My mother?" Vol'jin was startled. He didn't know who his biological mother was. His mind was shaken, and the tearing from the black hole quickly intensified. Vol'jin's soul couldn't help but move towards the center of the Scales.
Seeing that his plan was working, Sen'jin hurled every insult he could think of, "Your mother was a vile Priest who slept with all the guests who came to worship. She used her body to please her followers. She was the most filthy Troll I have ever seen. Vol'jin, you were lowly from birth, you bastard."
"You are not allowed to speak of my mother like that." Vol'jin was completely captivated. He disregarded everything and lunged at Sen'jin. The two souls embraced and rolled together into the black hole in the center of the Scales.
It turned out to be a mutual destruction ending.
After a long while, a new soul rose from the center of the Scales, entwined with an ominous black aura.
Bwonsamdi scrutinized the new soul. "What an interesting surprise. Are you Vol'jin or Sen'jin?"
"Guess?" the Evil spirit asked.
Bwonsamdi remained silent for a long while before saying, "Whether you are Vol'jin or Sen'jin doesn't matter. In this chaotic world where right and wrong are indistinguishable, only the most insidious and treacherous villains can lead the Trolls to survival. I see the darkness in your heart. Go forth; in this chaotic era, there is a stage for you to perform."
An ominous spirit entered Vol'jin's body, quickly opened its eyes, and revealed a maturity beyond its years. It walked up to Sen'jin and severed his head.
"The Azeroth belongs to me." The new Vol'jin clenched his fists and swore an oath above his head.
Vol'jin returned to the Orcs camp and offered Sen'jin's head, which brought him honor.
However, the Orcs' crisis was far from over.
The demise of the Darkspear Trolls provided fuel for the Burning Legion's forge.
However, this also brought up a problem. After the Orcs slaughtered 300,000 Darkspear Trolls, the Burning Legion, as planned, declared the Orcs the Betrayer, accused Thrall of disobeying the Legion's orders, removed the Orcs from the Burning Legion's ranks, and issued a kill order against Thrall.
So here's the problem: the Orcs have become the Betrayer, and the Burning Legion can no longer provide escort for Thrall's fleet.
Thrall was immediately plunged into despair. He ignored the problem; according to the plan, he needed to land in Kalimdor, and his first target for conquest was a piece of land in central Kalimdor, near the coast.
This is a barren land, with only a few plants near the sea. Beyond the damp coastline, the land dries out, baked red by the sun, and is covered with scattered Cactus and puddles, lacking water.
However, this land has a beautiful name, the Scarlet Lands. It is inhabited by large groups of Troggs and Quilboar, as well as a small number of Centaurs and Tauren, who, with the strength of the Orcs, can be easily slaughtered.
However, with the Kul Tiras navy watching closely, the Orcs troop transport fleet dared not leave the port.
Thrall looked at his many subordinates with worry and said impatiently, "We Orcs came to save Azeroth, but we never expected to encounter the Evil humans of Kul Tiras, who are making things difficult for us at every turn. The 300,000 Darkspear Trolls will soon be devoured. Are we to Orcs to death on the Echo Isles? The Legion cannot provide assistance. You must think of a way."
A strong naval fleet cannot be built in a day or two; it is simply impossible without the help of the Legion.
Seeing that everyone was helpless, Thrall could only plead with Varimathras for help, "My lord, could the Legion provide covert escort to help us land in Kalimdor?"
"Thrall!" Varimathras warned bluntly, "The Legion has already helped the Orcs enough. Although no one will believe the Orcs have broken away from the Burning Legion, the appearances must be maintained. The Legion must distance itself from the Orcs."
Eitrigg hesitated for a moment. "Jaina is the daughter of Admiral Daelin, perhaps we should ask Jaina to make an exception."
"Impossible!" Vol'jin shouted.
"Daelin is extremely stubborn and won't believe her own daughter. There's no familial affection between them whatsoever. It's like how Jaina's brother died at the hands of Orcs, yet Jaina never held a grudge and still loved and respected the Orcs."
Thrall frowned. Vol'jin's current domineering presence made him uncomfortable, but he had to admit Vol'jin's analysis was quite reasonable. Thrall said grimly, "Then, Warchief, what good suggestions do you have?"
Vol'jin turned to Zul'jin and asked, "You didn't skin and eat that Pandaren Chen Stormstout, did you?"
Chen Stormstout failed to escape Echo Isles. He lived in the Troll Royal Palace, where the Orcs and Darkspear Trolls fought fiercely. He slept soundly in his room until he was captured and tied up by the Orcs and became a prisoner.
Zul'jin chuckled coldly.
"Such a rare delicacy should naturally be offered to the great Savior Thrall. I have been starving him for three days and three nights. Let's cleanse his stomach and prepare half braised and half steamed. His fur can make a fine fur coat."