At midnight, under the bright moonlight, a large number of soldiers wearing armor and holding weapons stood densely in the square.
Directly in front of them was the gate and suspension bridge leading to the outside world.
Although some of them had already fought with trolls during the day and the blood on their bodies and faces had not completely dried up, they were still in high spirits at this moment and did not look tired at all.
Because everyone has been told what they are going to do.
To put it simply, it¡¯s a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye.
Since the Amani trolls want to kill and eat them as food, they can naturally raid the troll's rear, kill all the guys who dare to resist, highlight all valuable things, and kill the obedient women and children. Caught and made into slaves.
This is a life-and-death survival battle between different races, and there is no reason to explain.
And the nobles have promised that no matter what the profit from this trip is, they will give 30% to each participating soldier.
Revenge!
Loot!
??Slavery!
Stimulated by so many strong emotions, the human soldiers present were extremely excited. They wished they could open the door immediately and rush out, heading straight to the northern path leading to the Hinterlands.
As long as they can come back alive from this expedition, they will definitely gain unimaginable wealth.
And as a veritable "troll killer", he can even win heroic applause and cheers.
You must know that today's human beings are not the "Mothers" who would keep in captivity the orcs who invaded their homes and caused the death of millions of people.
In fact, if Thoradin were to deal with these defeated orcs, he would definitely choose to kill them all, or throw them to do heavy physical labor and drag them down to death from exhaustion.
We will not waste precious food to feed a group of butchers whose hands are stained with the blood of innocent people.
Not to mention that in the end, Thrall took these guys to the other side of the sea and established a new tribe that was in opposition to him.
To be honest, Allen has never understood what Arthas's father, Terenas Menethil II of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, was thinking at the beginning.
Why not take advantage of the overwhelming hatred against the orcs within the alliance at that time and find a place to bury all the surrendered prisoners alive?
But he obviously wouldn't make such a stupid mistake.
After Al Barov delivered a brief mobilization speech, the suspension bridge that was originally pulled up was slowly lowered.
When the closed door was opened, Ignaus led the highland cavalry under his command to charge first, followed closely by the archers formed by Allen, and finally the expeditionary force assembled by the nobles.
Since the brutal siege was fought for ten hours during the day, most of the trolls fell asleep due to exhaustion after nightfall.
After all, physically speaking, trolls are no better than humans except for their regeneration ability.
So when they heard the whistle blowing that the enemy was coming, most of them failed to recover from their groggy state immediately.
And long-term hunger and malnutrition have also made their reactions slower and slower, so that it takes several minutes after opening their eyes to barely figure out what is going on.
The result is no surprise!
The troll¡¯s fragile camp was overwhelmed by the brave and fearless highland cavalry in an instant.
The horse archers who followed closely showed their special skills, using bows and arrows to set fire everywhere and create chaos.
In less than ten minutes, the situation was completely out of control.
When the Troll Overseer rushed out of the camp, he could only watch the expeditionary force break away from the main force and head straight to the north, quickly disappearing into the night.
"Do you know what they went to do?"
Allen, who was riding a horse, asked loudly in Troll language from dozens of meters away.
As a high-ranking member of the Amani Empire, how could the governor not know, but he didn¡¯t want to say it in public, and just stared at this despicable, shameless, insidious and cunning enemy with a livid face.
If looks could kill, Alan would have died thousands of times.
In the hearts of the trolls, they wish they could cut this damn human being into pieces and throw it into a pot to make soup.
But Allen himself did not have such a self-consciousness. He glanced at the trolls gathered around him and asked himself meaningfully: "They went to the Hinterlands! They went to find the tribe you left in the rear! And then they didn't do anything. merciless??Let you be anxious, and then turn around and chase that army desperately. "
"That's right! If we turn around and head north now, the human cavalry will continue to harass and attack us in the open plains, grasslands and hills along the way until we are all killed." Another witch doctor also agreed.
"Compared to these brainless low-level warriors, spell casters are obviously more rational.
But unfortunately, the already impatient warriors of the Deadwood Tribe can no longer care so much.
The elected warrior leader first glanced at the priests who were speaking to the governor, and then retorted unceremoniously: "Of course we know what those despicable humans want to do. But is this the reason for you to abandon the Deadwood Tribe? I don¡¯t care! If we don¡¯t come up with a better solution before dawn, we will take action ourselves.¡±
After saying that, he turned around and left with thousands of soldiers, leaving only the governor and a group of witch doctors, priests and mystics staring with big eyes.
After a full seven or eight minutes, the leading warlord took a deep breath and said: "Everyone! It seems that our plan is going to be advanced!"
"Agree! These stupid guys must not be allowed to destroy the strategy of the Amani Empire." The high-level priest of the Dragon Eagle God nodded without thinking.
"In that case, let's get ready. There's still some time before dawn. This time, it's our turn to show that insidious and cunning human a little bit."
When he said these words, the warlord's eyes flashed with cruelty and malice.
You must know that the witchcraft possessed by trolls is not something that is easy to deal with.
Especially when they decide to cast a spell at the expense of a large number of their own people, it can definitely cause unimaginable horrific lethality.
In the history of Azeroth, not even the servants of the Old Gods could withstand the attack of witchcraft, let alone humans who currently do not have any magical power.
In this way, the spellcasters and the warlords joined forces, using the power of faith to constantly confuse those stupid troll warriors, and make them believe that everything that happened next came from God's will.
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At the same time, the two high elf envoys on the third floor of the lord's mansion had just watched the entire midnight operation. The female elf was the first to ask her companions: "Where do you think the army that disappeared in the darkness just went?" ?¡±
"Do you need to guess? It must be the Hinterlands in the north! The Deadwood tribe left all the old, weak, women and children there. As long as this army successfully finds them, there will be a massacre. Humans are not like that. We elves are so kind that we will even take the initiative to let go of underage troll cubs." The male elf touched his chin and analyzed.
The female elf sneered and said sarcastically: "Mercy? I think it should be stupidity. Few of those idiots in the council have ever been on the battlefield. They don't know the hatred of the trolls towards us. Every time a cub is released, a few of them will be killed." Years later, they will grow into warriors and attack us again, just to satisfy their ridiculous sense of moral superiority. Humanity¡¯s approach is the right one! Kill every troll you encounter, whether it¡¯s old people, women, or children. Cub."
"Maybe you are right. It's a pity that in a place like the Parliament, your opinions and mine don't matter. Don't forget, Quel'Thala is a magical country, and only those archmages are qualified to speak to the Parliament and The Sun King"
Before the male elf could finish his words, a strange magic wave suddenly came from the troll camp in the distance where the flames had just been extinguished, and at the same time, the shadow of a huge creature seemed to vaguely appear in the sky.
But it all came and went quickly, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
It didn¡¯t even arouse the vigilance of the patrolling soldiers on the city wall.
But the high elves, who have been dealing with trolls for thousands of years, immediately realized that this was a sign that the enemy was preparing to perform a large-scale witchcraft.
Especially the huge shadow that emerged just now, filled with the power of violent flames, is obviously the projection of the dragon and eagle god that the trolls believe in.
In order to prevent potential allies from accidentally suffering a big loss due to their lack of experience, the two people did not care that it was already 1:30 in the middle of the night. They immediately asked the servants and guards at the door to take them to see Allen, and said that they had important military information to report.
A few minutes later, they were taken to Allen's bedroom. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com