Seven or eight days passed in the blink of an eye as the first group of human refugees landed in the north of Stranglethorn Vale, near the river estuary which was later named "Grom's Highlands" by the Horde.

The originally crude wooden fortress became larger and larger with the day-to-day logging and construction work of tens of thousands of young and strong laborers, and gradually became the size of a small city. Patrols and hunters were organized to hunt ferocious beasts such as velociraptors, tigers, crocodiles, etc. that were active in the surrounding areas.

Their meat will become food, and their leather will be processed into roofs to protect against wind and rain, or nitrated into leather armor, leather shields, leather boots, belts, leather bags, and leather clothes.

Since Stranglethorn Vale is located in the tropics, rainfall can be said to be quite frequent.

Often I go up and down three or four times a day.

In order to prevent feet from being soaked in water and mud all day long, there is a great demand for waterproof boots. Regardless of whether people work outside or inside the wall, basically everyone needs a pair.

Leather raincoats can prevent hunters hiding in trees and keeping watch from getting soaked after a rain.

In addition, the colorful fur of the jungle tiger is deeply loved by nobles and wealthy businessmen in the human kingdoms in the north. It can be sold at a very high price and is an absolute luxury product. The black leopard skin without a trace of stray hair is also a good thing.

Some brave souls even brought back big cat cubs and velociraptor eggs, intending to domesticate them and turn them into good helpers for humans.

Especially the velociraptors, which can completely replace horses in this rainforest and become a flexible means of transportation, and even form a dragoon unit.

Others became interested in the large number of different species of parrots in Stranglethorn Vale and began to capture, feed, and train these intelligent birds to speak like humans.

As for the purpose, most people just think it's fun and can help them entertain themselves after boring work.

But there is still a small group of people who believe that parrots can fly, have excellent eyesight, and can learn human language, making them the ideal scouts.

As long as enough talking parrots are tamed, they alone can establish an effective cordon around the camp.

When someone with bad intentions approaches, the parrot will immediately fly back to alert the guards, and then the entire camp will sound the alarm and enter a state of combat readiness.

Thus, after being fed for several consecutive days, hundreds of parrots became a beautiful landscape in the camp.

Especially at the beginning, the clumsy imitation would often make people around laugh, filling the air with a joyful atmosphere.

When it came to the tenth day, the second fleet finally arrived safely, and the number of residents in the camp instantly swelled to 20,000.

This is definitely a top-notch force in the wild rainforest of Stranglethorn Vale.

It is estimated that apart from the Gurubashi trolls in Zul'Gurub and several large clans under their jurisdiction, there is no other force that can be compared with the scale of this group of refugees from the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

And humans' tools, weapons, and equipment are also more sophisticated.

Whether it was the sharp steel arrows, or the metal armor and swords that were greased and maintained and sparkled in the sun, they all formed an overwhelming advantage over the local people.

A group of murlocs living near the coastline once planned to launch a sneak attack under the cover of night.

As a result, they were completely killed by more than 3,000 novice militiamen led by more than 1,500 elite veterans who had been baptized by the Undead Scourge in Stratholme.

You must know that in order to gain a foothold in Stranglethorn Vale, the first two fleets that set out were basically filled with young and strong people who had received certain training and had combat experience.

Once they encounter danger, they can be transformed into qualified soldiers in minutes.

Thanks to early warning and roundabout encirclement, not a single one of the two thousand fishmen escaped alive.

The crude primitive weapons in their hands and the sharp teeth they were proud of could not threaten the fully armed humans who formed a formation with spears over four meters long.

Often, a rain of arrows and the piercing of long-handled weapons would cause them to fall down in large numbers.

Even if you are lucky enough to rush forward, you will be knocked to the ground by the heavily armored warrior holding a shield and be killed.

It turns out that the murlocs can pose no threat to any race that has established civilization in Azeroth.

Apart from the fact that their numbers and reproduction rate are the same as those of rats and cockroaches, they are basically useless.

After the battle, the vast coastline surrounding the entire camp suddenly became much quieter, and even the small fishing boats going out to sea no longer had to worry about being attacked or harassed.

Moreover, the bodies of the murlocs were not wasted. They were all thrown to the trained velociraptors, tigers and leopard cubs to eat.

While cleaning up the battlefield, people also found many blue pearls, a specialty of Stranglethorn Vale, on the corpses.

According to a businessman who has traveled far and wide, this thing can definitely be sold at a very high price in the capital of Lordaeron or the territory of the elves.

In the future, maybe I can consider getting some dwarf or goblin diving equipment and engage in pearl farming along the long coastline. I'm sure I'll make a fortune.

This discovery, coupled with the abundant natural resources, undoubtedly completely confirmed the saying that Stranglethorn Vale is full of gold, and made people firmly believe that life in the future will definitely be better than in the past.

In particular, merchants, nobles, and officials in the church began to look forward to how they and their families could quickly become rich after completing the immigration and migration, and become the upper ruling class of this new human kingdom.

After all, the current rationing system designed to maximize survival cannot be maintained for a long time, and sooner or later the currency and market will have to be opened up.

At that time, abundant natural resources will be able to be continuously transformed into wealth.

In comparison, ordinary people, due to their limited knowledge, can only imagine obtaining their own land and living a happy life without worries about food and clothing.

However, no one noticed that while they were fighting with the fishmen, several pairs of eyes in the jungle were hiding in the dark and observing the battle.

When humans began to celebrate their victory, these tall and thin figures quickly disappeared into the night.

About a few hours later, near the huge bonfire in the ruins of the ancient jungle in the north of Stranglethorn Vale.

A troll with short red hair slowly walked out of the darkness and said in a tone full of disgust and hatred: “I have personally confirmed it.

There are a lot of humans, and their numbers are constantly increasing.

They have many sophisticated metal weapons and armor, and it is obvious that they want to settle here and seize the land that belongs to us trolls.

We can't wait any longer.

We must gather all members of the Bloodscalp Clan to launch an attack and kill all of these damn human invaders or drive them into the sea.

Stranglethorn Vale is the territory of the trolls! Anyone who challenges this will be killed and destroyed!"

"I totally agree! Kill all those humans! Take away all the supplies! Throw them into the pot and cook them!"

Another troll warrior who also had red hair raised his hands and let out a bloodthirsty roar.

Under his leadership, other trolls around the campfire soon began shouting that they wanted to start a war to kill all the humans who came across the sea, eat their flesh, drink their blood, and pile their skulls together to make a voodoo pile.

Don't think this is just an exaggeration!

As the most powerful troll tribe in the northern region of Stranglethorn Vale, the Bloodscalp Trolls are notoriously bloodthirsty and brutal.

Many explorers and scouts from the northern Storm Kingdom were captured by them more than once, and were dismembered alive and thrown into the pot to be eaten as food.

Because in the tradition of the trolls, killing a powerful enemy and eating it can gain the opponent's power. Even in disputes within the troll tribe, killing and eating captives is a common occurrence.

Therefore, the primitive and barbaric custom of cannibalism can be said to be quite common among the trolls in Stranglethorn Vale.

This can be seen from the piles of humanoid skulls surrounding the troll camp.

Even the Darkspear tribe, which later defected to the orcs, retained similar customs before officially joining the tribe.

In addition, since Stranglethorn Vale has a typical tropical rainforest climate, metal objects will easily rust in a humid environment no matter how carefully they are maintained, so they are very difficult to preserve.

This means that for the local trolls who lack the ability to smelt metal, bones are actually a more readily available and durable weapon material.

They also believed that weapons made from the bones of powerful enemies they had killed could give them extra strength in battle.

Many weapons such as bows, spears, and javelins are often tied to the front ends with sharpened ribs of humanoid creatures. Ax, hammer and other weapons are also made by tying a polished stone to the leg bones.

Only the elite trolls living in the city of Zul'Gurub can actually use weapons and equipment made of mithril and thorium infused with voodoo magic.

Therefore, the metal products brought by the refugees from Lordaeron are of great attraction to the Bloodscalp Trolls.

Combining all of the above factors, a war between humans and trolls is inevitable.

In just a few days, the Bloodscalp Trolls had gathered tens of thousands of people, including a troop of velociraptors and elite hunters who trained Stranglethorn Tigers as helpers.

Since they are usually divided into small tribes of about one or two hundred people and lead a primitive life of fishing, hunting and gathering, it will inevitably take a certain amount of time to gather them on a large scale.

Such a large-scale gathering and migration naturally could not be ignored, and it was even more impossible to hide it from the humans who had already controlled the largest river in the Stranglethorn Vale with their powerful ships and guns.

In addition, there were 150 goblin musketeers who were left behind by the wealthy lord of Booty Bay, Revigaz, who were very familiar with the local situation. They soon noticed the unusual movements of the Bloodscalp Trolls.

There is no doubt that anyone who knows something about the trolls' primitive and backward lifestyle knows that they are absolutely incapable of gathering thousands or even tens of thousands of people together to build a city.

Because cities mean sufficient food and a large surplus, which in turn leads to complex social division of labor.

Although the climate of the Stranglethorn Vale rainforest makes it easier to obtain food, fishing, hunting and gathering alone cannot meet the daily consumption of a city.

What's more, in addition to bringing abundant food, the hot and humid climate also has a huge disadvantage, which is that it is difficult to preserve food safely for a long time.

Fresh meat and fish will start to stink in just six or seven hours, not even a day or two, and will be completely rotten and inedible in a day at most.

Fruits can be kept for a few days if they are not fully ripe, but only a few days.

So when tens of thousands of trolls gather together, just filling their stomachs becomes a big problem. It may even lead to all the animals in a jungle hunting ground being over-hunted, making it no longer suitable for living.

This means that when they gather in the same direction on a large scale, it often means one thing: starting a war.

Combined with the fact that humans have established settlements in the northern part of Stranglethorn Vale, the answer is obvious.

"Damn it! The Bloodscalp Troll is coming for us!"

The middle-aged pastor in charge of leading the church looked at the scattered intelligence that had been gathered together, and finally couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

Although he had long known from the warnings of "God" that there were many trolls in Stranglethorn Vale and that conflicts and even wars would come between them and humans sooner or later, he never expected that it would come so soon.

The most important thing is that these trolls are much smarter and more cunning than expected.

Seeing that they had a large number of people and the support of the Booty Bay Goblin Riflemen, they did not adopt the tactics of small-scale infiltration, harassment and attack, but instead planned to go straight for a big wave.

According to information provided by the Blackwater Pirates, the number of Bloodscalp Trolls living in the north of Stranglethorn Vale ranges from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands.

Coupled with the trolls' powerful recovery and regeneration abilities, they are simply the most terrifying enemies in terrain like the Stranglethorn Rainforest.

No wonder the goblins have built their city in Booty Bay for so long but have never dared to expand their influence outward.

Because once they leave the easily defensible and difficult to attack terrain and go deep inland, their proud muskets and gunboats will become useless and they will soon be killed by the trolls that will come in like a tide.

Based on the experience gained from previous battles between humans and trolls, the best way to deal with these guys is actually magic.

Whether it is a blizzard that can reduce the opponent's charge speed, or a flame storm that can prevent the regeneration of its wounds, they can both inflict heavy damage to the trolls to the greatest extent.

Unfortunately, there are no mages in the camp at all. There are only about thirty to forty priests who use divine arts and holy light magic.

"Your Excellency, what should we do now?"

A male warrior who survived the Stratholme massacre, once served as a captain in the Alliance, and participated in the Second Orc War asked with a serious expression.

Because the holy water of the Church of the God of the Covenant saved his parents, wife and children, this high-level warrior decisively gave up everything he had in the Kingdom of Lordaeron and chose to join the church. He is now the supreme commander of the army and militia in the Stranglethorn Vale camp.

"What should we do? Of course, we should build a defense line to resist the attack of the trolls! On behalf of the church, I now grant you temporary supreme command authority, and you can mobilize any personnel and materials.

Remember, this is a test from the God of the Great Covenant to us believers, and we must win no matter what the cost.

Only in this way can we be qualified to live in this rich land and build a new home."

When saying this, the pastor did not show any hesitation or wavering, and his eyes were full of determination.

With the blessing of his devout faith, he was not afraid of difficulties and death at all.

After all, compared with the plague and undead scourge that broke out in the north, the mere trolls are really nothing to mention.

What's more, humans are not pushovers, otherwise it would be impossible for them to occupy almost all the richest lands in the eastern continent.

In terms of potential, humans are no worse than trolls. On the contrary, they can become extremely powerful through training.

In fact, in the history of the birth of various races in Azeroth, the origin of human beings is the Vrykul created by the Titans.

The source of the trolls is the new life cultivated by the Titan Guardian Freya from the ecological garden.

This category includes night elves, high elves, tauren, yaks, pandaren, bear monsters, harpies, and boarmen.

Some of these humanoid creatures with obvious animal features are generally believed to be descendants of the demigods of the wilderness.

The Centaurs, who were born later, can also be counted in this category because they are also the product of the combination of the Wild Demigod and the Elemental Lord.

So apart from the elements that have surrendered to the Old Gods, there is no so-called native life in Azeroth today. All races have evolved from the creations of the Titans, including the five guardian dragons.

As for the native life on the planet, it had long been completely exterminated by the dark empire established after the advent of the ancient gods.

Therefore, humans, trolls, elves, dwarves, gnomes, minotaurs, etc. can all be regarded as native races. At least if we trace back to the source, they were all created on this planet.

It's just that some were born from the Creator Engine in Northrend. They were originally inorganic life forms such as steel and rock, and later became what they are now under the influence of the Curse of Flesh and Blood; others were born from the seeds of life sown in the Emerald Dream, and gained wisdom and creativity through natural evolution.

This means that the war between humans, high elves and trolls is essentially a civil war among the intelligent creatures of Azeroth.

They are of completely different nature from the orcs and ogres who emerged from Draenor through the Dark Portal and launched an aggressive war.

"I see! I know what to do now."

The commander, who was just over thirty years old, clenched his fist and hit his chest, then quickly turned and left.

Soon under his command, the people who were originally scattered around the camp to collect fruits, open up farmland, cut down trees, hunt wild animals, and catch fish and shrimp were quickly called back.

Immediately afterwards, more than 20,000 people were urgently mobilized to build defensive fortifications.

As a tropical rainforest that has never been developed on a large scale, the thing that Stranglethorn Vale has the most is trees and vines.

Therefore, piling up logs to raise the wall naturally became the simplest and cheapest measure to strengthen the defense.

At the same time, arrow towers more than four or five meters high were built around the city walls, and powerful crossbows, ballistas, catapults and cannons carried from ships were placed on them.

In order to increase long-range firepower, the church also spent a lot of money to purchase a batch of gunpowder, grenades and muskets from the goblins in Treasure Bay.

Experienced hunters dug many hidden traps around the camp and placed spikes or captured venomous snakes at the bottom.

In other places, trenches were dug and filled with boiled fat.

The joint fleet with the Blackwater Pirates was divided into two teams.

One team drove straight into the river, pointing the black muzzles of their broadside guns at the shore;

The second team will be ready to form cross fire from another direction near the coastline at any time.

No matter which direction the trolls attack from, they will inevitably be met with a salvo of terrifying gunboat fire.

This is also the reason why Zuo Si chose to set up a camp here.

Because of the river, this place is actually more like a divided peninsula.

If you have a strong fleet, you can use the advantage of artillery range to bombard enemies invading from land.

Since the Stranglethorn Vale trolls have no shipbuilding technology at all, they have no choice but to passively take the beating.

The warship can also be started at any time to take the trolls back and forth in the river like walking a dog, thereby successfully sharing the pressure on the camp.

Just as the humans were on high alert and defending themselves, the Bloodscalp Trolls, who had assembled, finally came roaring in from the north and appeared within the sight of the watchtower.

As a race that has mastered farming and agricultural techniques, the human refugees have been reclaiming wasteland since arriving in Stranglethorn Vale. The trees and weeds within a radius of several kilometers have basically been burned or chopped down, and there is no shelter at all.

Some of the seeds in the cultivated land have even sprouted, presenting a lush green.

Therefore, the trolls had no way to take advantage of their sneak attacks and jungle warfare, and could only leave the cover of the dense vegetation and be completely exposed to the sunlight.

With the help of the watchtower and the single-channel telescope required for navigation, the humans easily observed the number and equipment of their opponents.

A few minutes later, under the command of the officers, thousands of militiamen armed with muskets and crossbows stood on the wooden wall that was three or four meters high, nervously waiting for the order to shoot.

The sharpshooter on the high tower had already prepared himself, squinting his eyes and measuring the distance with his sight.

Once the trolls are within range, they immediately target high-value targets with poison-coated arrows and projectiles.

You have to know that in the Stranglethorn Vale, there are a lot of poisonous snakes, poisonous frogs, poisonous spiders, and highly poisonous plants.

Therefore, it is very easy to obtain toxins.

Hunters like to apply it on arrows and spears to hunt large beasts.

Now they took out these highly toxic substances and prepared to deal a good deal of damage to the trolls to see if these enemies with strong recovery abilities could withstand the erosion of the toxins.

Even if you can't kill it, it would be good to weaken its strength and physique to a certain extent.

"All priests, listen up! Release your magic immediately! Let us bathe in the glory of the great God of the Contract!"

the leader of the church shouted with his arms spread wide.

In a flash, the priests scattered throughout the camp began to hold up the holy emblems and chant spells.

After a few seconds, blinding rays of light enveloped all the soldiers around the priest.

[Blessing]! [Anti-chaos array]! [Prayer]! ...

Under the effect of these group magics, the originally nervous recruits quickly calmed down, and there was no longer any fear in their eyes.

Some veterans and officers with rich combat experience and strong strength can even enjoy the blessings of [Assistance Magic], [Bear's Toughness], [Bull's Strength], [Magic Weapons] and [Magic Armor].

Almost everyone can clearly feel that their own strength has become stronger than before under the influence of divine magic.

Especially the arrows of veteran hunters and sharpshooters, under the effect of [Advanced Magic Weapons], have begun to flash with creepy ghostly light.

The sharp arrow tips can easily penetrate even the strongest steel armor, not to mention the simple leather armor worn by the trolls.

If the barbarians, gnolls, hobgoblins, orcs and half-orcs of Faerun had seen this situation, they would probably have given up their plans to attack and retreated temporarily.

After all, with so many priests and well-equipped human soldiers, even if they could capture them, they would suffer heavy losses.

But unfortunately, the Bloodscalp Trolls don't recognize the divine magic from another universe at all.

Moreover, their stubborn character also determines that they will never retreat easily in battle, at least not before they suffer a decisive defeat.

Just as the humans completed the divine blessing, the mighty army of trolls finally entered the range of 500 meters.

The next second...

They suddenly began to speed up, from their original slow advance to a long run.

Especially the velociraptors rushing up from both sides and the tamed Stranglethorn Tigers, they were so fast that they looked like a series of afterimages.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! With the deafening sound of war drums, the battle between humans and trolls finally began.

"Fire!"

The fleet commander floating on the river and coastline was the first to react, shouting orders to the gunners who were on high alert.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! The black muzzle suddenly spurted out bright flames, and the heavy metal shells were fired at the charging trolls on the shore at a very high speed.

An unlucky troll warrior with brightly painted body was hit by a flying bullet. His whole body exploded with a bang, turning into a rain of blood and minced meat.

Even the velociraptor mount under his crotch had its spine broken, and it fell to the ground wailing.

If you think that's the end of it, you are wrong.

The heavy iron ball continued to be powerful after killing a troll cavalryman, and it penetrated and smashed six or seven troll warriors on its trajectory before finally losing its inertia and falling to the ground, splashing a large amount of soft mud.

The salvo fire from several ships' guns was like cutting wheat, instantly making the enemy's dense charge become sparse, and even causing a gap.

However, except for those unlucky ones whose heads or hearts were smashed, most of the trolls who were missing limbs were not actually dead, they just temporarily lost the ability to move.

Instead of retreating, they struggled to crawl forward with bloodthirsty gleams in their eyes.

After a round of firing was completed, the gunners immediately began to clean the barrel, load gunpowder, and insert projectiles in preparation for the next round of firing.

Since Azeroth's artillery is now a typical muzzle-loading artillery, its shooting speed and efficiency are not high, and even a skilled gunner will take several minutes to complete the loading.

Taking advantage of the gaps in the bombardment, the trolls had already rushed through the gunboat's blockade and headed straight for the wooden wall of the camp.

Just as they were about to get closer and hurl deadly javelins at the humans on the wall, muskets and crossbows with longer range finally took the lead.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Bang-bang-bang-bang--

In the blink of an eye, a large number of trolls that had finally rushed forward fell down again.

But they merely fell down, just like when they were bombarded, they were not dead at all. They quickly got up with arrows and bullets stuck in their bodies, and began to climb the wall covered in blood.

Others were pierced by the thick arrows from the crossbows and were nailed to the ground, struggling madly. Even with their intestines pouring out, they were still alive and well.

Such a horrifying scene undoubtedly deeply shocked the new recruits who had never fought against trolls.

In order to prevent too many trolls from rushing up and causing heavy casualties, the supreme commander immediately gave orders to the archers on the arrow tower, asking them to use rockets to ignite the grease filled in the outer ditches.

In less than half a minute, a blazing flame isolation zone appeared out of nowhere, successfully blocking the continuous attacks from the follow-up troll troops.

But even so, the soldiers on the wall still had to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the enemy who had an overwhelming advantage in both height and strength.

"Hold on! Hold on! Don't be afraid! Use your spears to stab me hard! It's best not to let the troll climb up!"

Amid the officers' hoarse shouts, soldiers with spears tried to stab the enemies who were climbing up the wall from above.

This attack would obviously be very effective against orcs.

Because once pierced by the sharp spear tip, even a strong orc would be injured or even die.

But the problem is that this trick obviously doesn't work very well against trolls.

Unless the head or heart is pierced accurately, even a wound that looks very scary will quickly stop bleeding and heal within half a minute or even a few seconds.

Some crazy trolls would even use their bodies as bait and allow the spears to pierce through them. They would then tense their muscles to prevent the human soldiers from pulling out their weapons, then grab the spear handles and pull them off the city wall, and then be killed by their companions behind them.

The velociraptors and trained Stranglethorn Tigers, who have the advantage of speed, can leap over the four-meter-high wooden wall with a single leap and rush into the team of long-range shooters to cause damage.

Although most of them were only injured and the bleeding was quickly stopped under the treatment of the priest, it successfully created chaos and made the long-range attacks less intensive than before.

With the help of witchcraft, the trolls opened a passage through the flame isolation zone and continuously sent fearless warriors through it, forming wave after wave of impact.

Although they did not have siege weapons such as siege towers and battering rams, and at most had some one-handed shields made of wood, and every charge had to withstand the repeated attacks of arrows, muskets, and naval guns, the threat they posed was no small matter.

In particular, a certain bloodthirsty spell cast by the witch doctor made it completely unable to feel pain, turning it into a beast that only knew how to kill.

Some witch doctors would even risk rushing to the blind spot at the base of the city wall under the protection of warriors to release healing totems.

In this way, the injured troll warrior can become extremely difficult to kill with the dual blessing of his own recovery ability and magical treatment.

The mystics hid behind and shot out dazzling lightning magic with incredible power. Anyone who was hit by it accidentally would be seriously injured immediately.

As for humans, although the number of deaths is not large, the number of injured is rising rapidly.

If enough holy water and healing potions had not been stored before, the priest's treatment alone would obviously be far from enough.

Seeing that the situation was becoming increasingly critical, the bishop, who was the leader of the local church, immediately stepped forward and released the only seven-ring magic he possessed.

As a large amount of magic power was drained from his body, he slowly stretched out his hand and pointed lightly towards the place where the largest number of trolls were in the distance.

moment!

A huge shining rune fell from the sky and appeared out of thin air above the ground.

Since a large number of trolls were charging at them, they had no time to dodge or escape from the area, and they instantly stepped on it, triggering the rune.

boom!!!!!!!!

Before anyone could react, the flashing talisman exploded instantly, affecting a huge area.

All the trolls within the range were immediately unable to move as if they were hit by an immobilization spell.

If you observe carefully, you will find that their pupils are greatly dilated, as if they have sensed something soul-shaking, so much so that they don't react at all when the guys rushing from behind bump into them.

As a result, the trolls fell one after another under the series of collisions, and the scene became very chaotic for a while.

The reloaded naval guns quickly seized the opportunity and plowed through the group of troll warriors who were lying on the ground and unable to move.

The flying limbs, organs, flesh and blood directly dyed the surrounding land dark red.

I believe that the crops and vegetables grown on this land will be exceptionally delicious in the coming years.

Obviously, this spell is the famous [Badge of Stunning] among the seven-ring magic.

Unless the affected organism is of a high enough level, it will become a lamb to be slaughtered in a matter of minutes.

Such a powerful magic obviously frightened the troll, slowing down its attack momentum.

After clearing out the trolls near the wall, the humans could finally take a breath.

However, church leaders are well aware that the crisis has not been resolved.

Although the Bloodscalp Trolls lost many warriors in the attack, it was obviously far from being seriously injured considering the huge number of them that had gathered.

Once the visibility range becomes lower at night, they will be able to immediately exert a power that is ten times more terrifying than it is now.

The church leaders felt terrified just by imagining thousands of trolls suddenly emerging from the darkness, climbing over the city walls and rushing into the camp at lightning speed.

There is no doubt that with the current strength of human beings, it is obviously very difficult to withstand the siege of the Bloodscalp Trolls.

Even if they can hold on in the end, I'm afraid that more than 70% of the 20,000 people will suffer casualties.

There are only two choices before them now.

One is to ask God for help, the other is to abandon the camp, supplies and reclaimed farmland, and everyone board the ship to hide at sea.

However, before the church leaders could come to any conclusion, a portal suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the small square in the center of the camp.

Following closely, a group of high elves with either handsome or beautiful appearance came out from the other side, surrounding Zuo Si and Jia Liya.

"My Lord, why are you here?"

The leading bishop hurried over, put one hand on his chest and bowed deeply, expressing his respect to this young man who was apparently the "chosen son of God" but was actually the incarnation of God himself.

"Because I know you and this camp need help. So, how are the casualties after the battle with the Stranglethorn Vale trolls?"

As Zuo Si asked, he looked around at the wounded who were lying on the ground groaning in pain, as well as the militiamen who looked nervous.

It goes without saying that, apart from a small number of veterans who participated in the Second World War, the rest of the civilians were frightened by the trolls' powerful regenerative ability and fearless fighting style.

Don't be fooled by the fact that in the game, players spend their days eating, sleeping, and fighting trolls. They even joked that expansion packs without fighting trolls are not fun.

But in reality, trolls are definitely one of the most terrifying enemies. Even the violent orcs who have drunk the blood of demons cannot compare with them.

Its amazing regeneration ability is simply a nightmare for all melee combatants.

Without enough mages to cast large-scale destructive magic, the trolls can easily overwhelm an equal number of human infantry on the battlefield.

And the trolls' injuries are only temporary.

As long as you have enough food and drink after the war, even broken limbs will grow back in no time.

But it is not so easy to cure human disabilities.

"We lost about 160 people, but the number of people who were injured and unable to recover for the time being is over 1,700 or 1,800. I am extremely sorry that I failed to fulfill my duty and let you down."

The bishop lowered his head with a look of painful self-blame.

But Zuo Si smiled and shook his head and consoled him: "No, it's not your fault, and I think you and these believers who fought bravely have done a good enough job. As for the next things, leave it to them."

"Leave it to... them?"

The bishop was obviously stunned and quickly raised his head to look at the high elves who were behaving very strangely.

Although the high elves are rich in powerful wizards, he obviously does not think that such a small number of people can deal with the aggressive army of blood-scalp trolls outside.

"Haha, you don't have to worry, because the pattern of war has changed from now on."

After saying that, Zuo Si nodded slightly to the elves.

The latter understood instantly, quickly drank the invisibility potion, jumped off the wooden wall with the bag full of potions, and ran straight towards the camp of the Bloodscalp Trolls in the distance.

In just about half an hour, they mixed a large amount of transformation potion into the water jar.

When the thirsty troll warrior drank the water, he immediately fell to the ground and rolled around in pain.

When they began to show obvious changes in size on a large scale, panic quickly spread among the remaining bloodscalp trolls.

No one could figure out what was going on. They thought it was some kind of disease or curse, and asked witch doctors to treat it.

Others simply killed their compatriots, who were becoming increasingly strange, without mercy to prevent the terrible curse and disease from spreading further.

Faced with the raised butcher knife, the elves that had completed the transformation dared not stay and wait for punishment. At the call of a certain leader, they launched a rebellion and escaped by killing their way out.

However, no one knew that this so-called leader was actually a spy deliberately planted by Zuo Si.

Since the appearance and features of the trolls and elves are completely different from before, no one can recognize each other now.

In addition, the sudden situation caused them to be confused and unable to calm down and think. In the end, they were unknowingly forced by people with ulterior motives to break away from the troll race and start to move towards independence...

(End of this chapter)