When the Alliance and Tauren were preparing to launch a counterattack against the Centaurs, Thrall, who was still on the island, led his men and Vol'jin to escape from the cave in embarrassment.
They were still late. The murlocs had already sacrificed Vol'jin's father to some kind of dark existence. Fortunately, before their ritual was completely completed, the orcs and trolls worked together to destroy their magic circle and save the world. Sen'jin's soul.
After a bloody battle with the sea witch who controlled the murlocs to perform this dark ritual, Vol'jin cut off the wizard's head with his own hands, but just before the guy died, he activated the magic from the abyss and tried to let the cave Collapse.
Although Vol'jin killed the sea witch, he was unable to stop his magic. He reluctantly left the cave before he even had time to collect his father's body.
This was not the worst. When Thrall and Vol'jin escaped from the cave and returned to Darkspear Island, a sudden earthquake gave Thrall a premonition that a huge natural disaster was about to come to the island.
"Quick! Wojin, lead your people and leave here with us!"
The connection with the elements made Thrall realize that the sea witch's dark magic did not only affect the cave, but the entire Darkspear Island was facing sinking.
During the battle just now, Vol'jin also realized that Thrall is a reliable partner worth making, and the Darkspear Trolls really need an ally now to help them get through this difficult period.
The earthquake and Thrall's words made Wo'jin not hesitate, so he immediately returned to the village, took his tribe with him, and followed Thrall aboard the orcs' ship.
Not long after the ship sailed away from Darkspear Island, everyone watched helplessly as the once vibrant island sank to the bottom of the sea bit by bit. Some of the trolls who left their home again looked sad: In this catastrophe, they The loss of a leader, many compatriots, and their homes.
Vol'jin looked at the sunken island and remained silent for a long time, until Thrall's voice woke him up from his sorrow.
"I'm sorry to bother you...I know this takes time."
Vol'jin wiped his hand on his face, and the new leader of the Darkspear tribe calmly said to his new friend, "No, it doesn't matter. In the troll tradition, physical death means nothing."
Sal did not continue this topic further, "I understand your feelings, because we also left our former hometown in this way, but the most important thing now is to find a way to return to the land, otherwise our food will not last long."
"Don't worry, my friend, Darkspear Island is not far from the mainland of Kalimdor. At most, we can go ashore when the sun sets tonight."
"That would be great. After experiencing so much, we are exhausted and urgently need to find a place to rest." Sal was obviously relieved. During this period of wandering, he was used to seeing life and death, and it also made him Thrall became more determined in his ambition to revive the orcs.
After a series of difficulties, the last stretch of the journey to Kalimdor seemed particularly peaceful. As Vol'jin said, when the sun was about to set, the orcs' ships were pressed against a desolate beach.
"finally……"
Thrall leaned down and grabbed a handful of fine sand from the beach. The young leader held high the Doomhammer given to him by Orgrim and shouted loudly at his compatriots: "We succeeded. !”
"oh!!!!"
Tremendous cheers echoed along the coast. Vol'jin touched his fangs and squatted aside. His previous sense of sadness and decline was diluted by the joy of the orcs.
The Darkspear trolls have been in a corner for too long. The life on the island may be peaceful and easy, but it also makes the Darkspear trolls lack the ability to resist changes. Sen'jin's death made Wojin understand that not to mention letting the Darkspear tribe regain its strength. The glory of trolls in ancient times should also join this war called "survival".
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Lordaeron, a hut by the Sodoril River, Tirion poured a cup of coffee for Arthas and Lothar respectively. Lothar looked at the steaming drinks with a strange look on his face.
"What's wrong, don't you like coffee too much?" Tirion asked.
"Uh... That's not true. I used to drink this to refresh myself when I was alive." Lothar picked up the cup, took a sip, and showed a true expression, "But now, drinking anything is just like drinking water." almost."
Although the undead have near-immortal life and are immune to many spiritual attacks, they also have a shortcoming, that is, they no longer have the same sense of diversity as living people.
Whether it is fine wine or delicious food, for the undead, it is almost the same as the most ordinary water and bread. It is neither necessary nor necessary.
"I'm trying to think of ways to solve this shortcoming of high-level undead," Arthas also took a sip of coffee. "It's just a little difficult. After all, I'm not a scholar who specializes in this area."
After Tirion understood the situation, he said to Lothar, "Then I won't prepare any pastries for you. My son brought them to me. It would be a waste to give them to you."
Lothar's face fell, "Hey, do you treat an old friend like this?"
The three of them looked at each other for a while, then suddenly laughed. Alsace said in a fit of laughter and tears, "Okay, okay, I will find a way to help you solve this problem."
"If it's too much trouble and effort, forget it. I'm standing up again not for enjoyment or anything." Lothar seemed quite open-minded now.
"But it's not a bad thing to enjoy it again," Tirion added, placing some snacks on the table, "Your Highness, please forgive my impulsive behavior just now."
Arthas didn't think it was anything. Any paladin of the Silver Hand would react like this when faced with the situation just now. Tirion's reaction was not so violent.
But Tirion obviously still has some barriers to the existence of death knights. After all, it is too harsh to ask a real paladin to accept such an existence that is not accepted by common sense.
Not everyone is like Arthas, who only has the power of the Holy Light but no faith in the Holy Light. Basically, all Paladins are noble people who are consistent in appearance and appearance. Arthas is completely a special case among special cases.
Tirion was also a little worried. In the eyes of the uninformed, Arthas' behavior was almost like dancing on a knife's edge.
As most people with special powers know, although power does not differentiate between good and evil, it can subtly affect a person's temperament. Tirion worried that if Arthas could not control his dark power one day, he would one day bring disaster to the whole world.
"Tirion, I wonder if you have noticed the violent soul fluctuations coming from the north some time ago?"
Arthas looked at Tirion's somewhat stiff expression and asked a question.
