Whether it is the materials and goods piled up in the warehouse, or the temporary ruling center established by the entire church, they are all located here.
Because the plague and the Scourge of Undead destroyed the original order of the large area of land around the city, most of the nobles and officials of the Kingdom of Lordaeron died, and the few survivors decisively joined the church.
As a result, the church acquired a large amount of ownerless wealth in a short period of time.
In particular, many wealthy families had accumulated vaults and collections for several or even dozens of generations, as well as tobacco, tea, furs, fine wine, jewelry, and artworks, glassware, silk, clothing, shoes and socks made by the northern elves that had not been transported away in time...
In short, as the northern city of the most powerful human kingdom of Lordaeron, Stratholme's wealth may not be as great as that of the royal capital for the time being, but it is definitely ranked second.
Under Zuo Si's instruction, Lanny sold these things, which were useless for land reclamation, at a discount to merchants who owned ships.
In exchange, they had to sell some of their ships or fill the remaining warehouses with refugees and daily necessities and head to Stranglethorn Vale.
In this way, tens of thousands of people were transported away continuously over a period of more than two weeks.
Of course, things like food, herbs, metal ingots, livestock, tools, salt, weapons and armor will definitely not be sold.
Not only do they not sell them, but they also purchase unlimited quantities and store them in warehouses.
In addition, you can see a large amount of freshly harvested grain being transported from the entire East Wilder region to Stratholme, and other foods such as vegetables, fruits, meat, eggs, milk, etc. are transported in an endless stream.
Those that are easy to store for a long time will be packed into sealed wooden barrels, or pickled and air-dried, while those that cannot be preserved for a long time will be distributed to refugees to eat.
Here, the concept of money was temporarily completely abolished, and an efficient and fair rationing system was uniformly used to ensure that everyone could fill their stomachs and not go hungry.
People carried out various tasks under the command of the church.
Some of them would go to nearby mines to dig ore, and then send it to the furnace to smelt it into steel ingots, copper ingots, gold ingots, silver ingots, mithril ingots, thorium ingots, and truesilver ingots. Occasionally, they could also dig out good things like gems and arcane crystals.
Others will learn to identify herbs under the instruction of pharmacists, and conduct large-scale searches and excavations in the wild under the protection of militia, and eventually be concocted by priests into various advanced healing, mana recovery and strengthening magic potions.
Blacksmiths and apprentices wielded hammers to forge various tools, armor and weapons in preparation for arriving at their new homes.
Peasant women also gathered together to use looms to weave hemp and wool into cloth that could be made into clothes.
With strong organizational and mobilization capabilities, almost every qualified worker who comes here is fully utilized, and there are no idle people to be seen.
Even the older children would gather together to help kill fish, process the seafood caught by the fishing boats, or do things within their ability such as cooking and making soup.
Through the recognition of visible value created through labor and the comfort of faith brought by religion, countless refugees who had just experienced a nightmare and lost their loved ones and friends have come out of their pain and sorrow and begun to show unprecedented vitality.
Because the church advocated going to Stranglethorn Vale to build a new home, a seed was planted in their subconscious, a seed of hope that would allow them to abandon the past and start a new life.
Under this subtle influence, people will be willing to show their positive side, encourage and support each other, and thus form a good social atmosphere.
With common beliefs and goals, this group of suffering people have united together as never before.
Sitting in the royal carriage, Jialiya looked out the window at the busy work scene outside in disbelief. She felt a strong sense of unreality.
Because of the tragic scenes left on the streets, she thought she would see a group of miserable refugees immersed in sadness, depression and lifelessness.
But the actual situation is quite the opposite.
Far from looking like a place that had experienced a massacre, this place was filled with a passion that was not found anywhere else in the Kingdom of Lordaeron.
Everyone seems to have a clear goal and knows what they should do.
Don't underestimate this.
In this medieval country of lords and manors, most peasants may not have a clear goal in life throughout their lives. They just live in a daze all day long, running around to support themselves and their families.
What is going on?
What exactly did the Church of the God of Contract do? Princess Lordaeron's originally sad face finally showed a strong curiosity, and she began to look forward to meeting the other party.
At least now she no longer objects to become the nominal leader of these people.
With this thought in mind, the convoy quickly passed through the busy port and stopped in front of a three-story brick building with a red flag flying. Immediately afterwards, the door was opened by the Paladin in charge of the escort.
Jialiya took a deep breath, put on the demeanor of a royal princess, and walked out of the car with her chest puffed out.
But this elegant and noble image only lasted for less than ten seconds, as it disappeared instantly when she saw the familiar figure standing at the door to greet her, and was replaced by undisguised surprise and joy.
"Ji...Jaina? Why are you here!?"
Accompanied by an exclamation, Jialiya lifted her skirt and ran over to give the other person a warm hug and a passionate kiss on the cheek, her face full of an unstoppable smile.
Because she and Jaina had become very good friends a long time ago because of Arthas, they could even be described as besties.
And he expressed more than once that he was very envious of the Kul Tiras princess who could choose her own beloved to marry.
Just from this point, it can be seen that Admiral Daelin is definitely a more qualified father than King Terenas. He is willing to give up the huge political benefits brought by the marriage and let his daughter choose the person she likes.
You should know that the relationship between Daelin, the leader of Kul Tiras, and Terenas, the king of Lordaeron, is not good at all, and they even confront each other on issues including the sheltering of orc prisoners.
As early as after the end of the Second Orc War, Daelin was the first to take the lead in withdrawing from the Alliance and no longer assumed any responsibilities and obligations.
But even so, he did not stop the relationship between his daughter and Arthas, but allowed the two to develop freely.
Therefore, it was simply heartless for Jaina to betray her beloved father for the orcs. Her level of evil was far worse than that of Arthas, the most filial son in Azeroth.
At least the latter committed patricide after he had gradually degenerated into a Death Knight under the control of the Lich King.
The former, on the other hand, was in a completely sober and rational state, and made a decision that she thought was correct, but later proved to be extremely wrong. She regretted it so much that she wanted to kill these bloodthirsty, brutal, and ungrateful green beasts.
"Why, are you unhappy to see me?"
Jaina's face was also filled with a smile of reunion.
Jia Liya hurriedly shook her head: "No, of course not, I just feel strange about your appearance here. After all, the current situation in Stratholme and even the East Wilder area is a bit complicated."
As she spoke, the princess of Lordaeron subconsciously glanced at the soldiers around her who merely bowed to her but did not kneel.
From this point alone, it can be judged that the Church of the God of Contract does not have much respect for the royal family of Menethil, and does not even think that they should obey the rule of the kingdom.
Jaina obviously noticed her friend's reaction and immediately comforted her: "Relax, the God of Contract and his church are not as terrible as you think. They just foresee the disaster that may happen in the future, so they are doing their best to save the civilians living in this land."
"Disaster? Haven't the plague and the Scourge been completely eradicated yet?"
Jia Liya suddenly became a little nervous.
Unlike Arthas, who received various combat training since childhood, she has never received any professional training. When she was young, she was more focused on learning business management, etiquette, history, politics and other aspects. At most, she could cast a few simple holy light healing spells.
"Completely destroy them? Didn't King Terenas and the Paladins of the Silver Hand tell you that there are still hundreds of thousands or even millions of undead creatures hiding in East Wilde?
According to recent reports, the trolls deep in the forest also seem to have been attacked.
They are fleeing in large numbers, often looting villages, pedestrians and vehicles transporting food.
The church even had to send out cavalry to patrol and escort along the main roads to reduce possible casualties.”
Jaina explained the current situation in a serious tone.
She didn't want this flower who had lived in a greenhouse since childhood to be ignorant of the current crisis-ridden situation.
"Hundreds of thousands or even millions of undead souls?!"
Jia Liya was stunned for a moment.
Because King Terenas, as the father, did not mention these things when he came.
Likewise, the princess finally understood why she was escorted by Uther the Lightbringer and the Knights of the Silver Hand.
She simply couldn't imagine how miserable the convoy's fate would be if it were attacked by an army of undead on the road.
Jaina nodded solemnly: “Yes.
Not only in East Wilder, it is said that in the far northern continent of Northrend there is an even larger undead scourge that is capable of destroying everything.
Now the kingdoms within the alliance have become alert and are preparing for the coming war.
Although I'm not sure why King Terenas sent you here, you must be very careful.
Especially it is best not to leave the protection of the Church at will."
Jia Liya was obviously frightened by the news. She covered the neckline of her low-cut dress with one hand, feeling her beating crazy heart. It took her a full minute to recover. She continued to ask, "What about the leader of the church? Where is he now?"
"He is negotiating with my father Daelin, hoping to use the Kul Tiras fleet to transport all the people and supplies to the southern Stranglethorn Vale as soon as possible."
After saying that, Jaina pointed to the huge warship docked at the dock in the distance, which was also the flagship of the entire fleet - the Sovereign of the Sea.
On the side of the giant ship, one can clearly see the ferocious and terrifying heavy cannons.
It is precisely with such a powerful fleet and firepower advantage that can crush all enemies that Kul Tiras can dominate the sea with just a few small islands, establish its own colonies in many places along the coast, and then engage in trade to make wealth.
If we simply calculate monetary income, Kul Tiras, with the smallest land area, is actually the richest of all human kingdoms, and it attaches great importance to the development and use of firearms.
Any enemy who has fought against them will be impressed by the range and power of their warships' artillery, as well as the musket volleys when boarding.
As for the Blackwater Pirates and Bloodsail Pirates that later wreaked havoc on the coast of the Eastern Kingdoms, they were not even qualified to engage in a head-on battle with the Kul Tiras fleet.
Basically, they would be scared and run away when they saw the flag of the Sea Sovereign.
Even the greedy goblins who want to do maritime business have to pay protection fees to the Kul Tiras fleet.
At this moment, Zuo Si was standing on the deck of the battleship facing the most legendary fleet commander of mankind - Daelin Proudmoore.
The two looked at each other for a full minute before Zuo Si broke the silence and said with a smile, "Nice to meet you, Your Excellency Dai Lin. I believe that when you came here, you should have known what we need most urgently right now."
"Ah, Jaina has already told me about this.
As a former member of the Alliance and a fellow human, I am very happy to provide some ships to help these refugees travel to the southern Stranglethorn Vale to build a new home.
But the problem is that there may not be as many as you think.
After all, I'm currently tracking down those damned orc bastards that escaped from the internment camp.
I'm afraid we won't be able to commit our entire fleet to transport until they're all wiped out."
Dai Lin gave his answer while stroking his thick beard on his chin.
Especially when he mentioned orcs, his eyes clearly revealed anger, madness and hatred. He subconsciously put his hand on the rifle at his waist, as if he could pull it out and pull the trigger at the head of some green monster at the next moment.
There is no doubt that the reaction of this naval commander reflects the impression and attitude of the vast majority of people within the Alliance towards the orc race.
The only good orcs are dead orcs.
The orc asylum program that King Terenas spent a lot of money and food on actually went against the interests of all the member states.
If he had not established a high prestige during the war, any other leader would have been immediately criticized by the surging public opinion.
"I'm sorry, but I don't think you can catch up with those fleeing orcs now.
Judging from the time, they should have landed in Kalimdor on the other side of the Endless Sea and started moving inland.
Compared to hunting down a group of stray dogs, I think the most important thing is to deal with the undead disaster that is about to hit the eastern continent.
I believe that through the tragedy in Stratholme, you should have seen that they are more terrifying than orcs.
After this crisis is over, I can provide a plan to severely damage the orcs, making them slowly pay for their blood debt in pain, despair and regret.
After all, simply killing and destroying is never the best way to retaliate against your enemies.
The long torture is..."
While saying this, Zuo Si silently cast a charm spell to increase credibility and persuasiveness.
Dai Lin was instantly affected by the magic and was distracted for a moment. Then his expression quickly became friendly and he asked in an uncertain tone: "How do you know all this? Is it the same as the rumors, that it all comes from the prophecy of the God of Contract?"
Zuo Si shook his head gently: "No, this is not a prophecy, but something that is happening.
Please put aside your hatred for the time being and prepare to face the most terrifying enemy.
It won't take too long, the results will naturally become clear after a few months or even half a year.
In addition, if you agree to do this favor, we will also lend a hand when you need help in the future."
"God..."
Dai Lin raised his head and looked out at the busy port and dock, as well as the renovated Holy Light Church, and fell into deep thought.
Since Kul Tiras is a maritime power, its merchant ships are spread all over Azeroth. They not only trade with humans and dwarves in the eastern continent, but also with goblins, Zandalari trolls and other intelligent races that can communicate in Kalimdor.
So in addition to the mainstream belief in holy light among humans, he knew that God existed in this world.
For example, the Loa gods worshiped by the Zandalari trolls can provide believers and priests with extraordinary powers. Another example is the moon goddess Elune, who is believed by many native people of Kalimdor including the night elves, as well as numerous legends of the demigods of the wilderness.
Dai Lin has always kept a respectful distance from these powerful creatures that are far beyond his understanding, because he feels that these gods are too far away from the Eastern Continent and cannot have any impact on humans at all.
Even if one or two merchants or sailors occasionally become believers of the other side, it cannot shake the overwhelming dominance of the Church of Holy Light in the human kingdoms.
But now, having witnessed with his own eyes the rapid rise and growth of the Church of the God of the Covenant in the East Wilder region of Lordaeron, as well as the unique magical powers acquired by the priests, Daelin suddenly realized that the reason why Holy Light has become the mainstream belief of mankind is not because it is so powerful, but simply because no god has ever descended to this land.
In front of the true God who can perform miracles, the Holy Light Church's mixture of philosophy and theology seems outdated.
Especially when a major disaster occurs, holy light may not be able to save lives, but God can.
In addition, a concrete god is obviously easier to accept and worship than an abstract concept.
And if the news that tens of thousands of undead armies will invade the Eastern Kingdom is true, then as the only group that can cure the plague, it is only a matter of time before the God of the Contract replaces the Holy Light and is widely believed by the people.
This was also one of the reasons why Daelin was willing to give up tracking the ships stolen by Thrall and came all the way from Southshore after receiving the message from his daughter Jaina.
Thinking of this, a faint smile finally appeared on his originally serious face, and he said directly: "Okay, I agree to your cooperation proposal and use the entire fleet to transport refugees and supplies.
But in exchange, I hope to receive help from the church during the war.
Especially holy water that can cure plague and various magic potions."
"No problem. Glad we can come to an agreement."
Zuo Si agreed without hesitation.
As an island nation with a strong navy, Kul Tiras was not attacked during the Third War, so it only needed to ensure the supply of sailors and soldiers serving on the fleet.
This is hardly a burden for the growing number of church pastors today.
"Hahahaha! I like your straightforwardness! I wish us a pleasant cooperation."
Dai Lin laughed and stretched out his rough and called right hand to hold Zuo Si's hand tightly.
As the two men reached an agreement, the young and middle-aged laborers waiting at the dock and warehouse quickly began to move boxes of goods into the warehouse, and then arranged for the refugees to board the ship according to the principle of first come, first served.
The crew on the fleet can also take the opportunity to go ashore to relax, have a few drinks, and eat some fresh vegetables, fruits and meat.
After all the ships were filled, Daelin hugged his daughter Jaina and said goodbye, and led the fleet to bypass the core ruling area of the Kingdom of Lordaeron - Tirisfal Glades and head straight south, crossing the entire eastern continent towards the southernmost Stranglethorn Vale.
Although the distance seems very far from the map, and there are many areas frequented by murlocs and nagas, it is nothing for the Kul Tirans who already have the ability to cross the entire Endless Sea.
Apart from the unpredictable storms, there was nothing in the entire eastern continent that could pose a threat to them.
Standing on the empty dock and watching the white sails of the fleet disappear at the end of the sea and sky, Jaina couldn't help but sigh slightly: "I can't believe that you actually convinced my stubborn father to let go of his hatred for the orcs."
"Give up? You seem to have misunderstood something. I didn't ask him to give up his hatred for the orcs. I just presented facts and reason to explain the critical situation at the moment, and provided another better plan for revenge." Zuo Si corrected with a smile.
"You hate orcs too?"
Jaina was visibly stunned.
Because she had always thought that the Kingdom of Lordaeron, which had not suffered the impact of the two wars, should generally not be as hostile to orcs as the kingdoms in the south that had been baptized by war.
This is also the reason why the internment camps were mainly opened in the southern territory of Lordaeron, and the premise for the so-called "touching" story between Tirion Fordring and Eitrigg to happen.
If Tirion Fordring's family, especially his beloved son Taelan, had also died at the hands of orcs, the story would have had a different outcome.
Judging from the violent reaction of "Old Buddha" after witnessing his son's murder, he would probably smash Eitrigg into a pulp with a hammer.
What's more, as a veteran orc who invaded Azeroth, the blood of innocent people on Eitrigg's hands is definitely no less than that of other orc warriors.
As a human, what right does Tirion Fordring have to forgive an invader on behalf of the victims? Did the invader spare his life just because the other party had no idea what the motive was, or even just decided on a whim? Or did Eitrigg choose to live in seclusion and cut off his bloody past? Therefore, the "Old Buddha" was sentenced to exile because of his own fault and deserved it, and he did not deserve sympathy at all.
As for what Eitrigg mentioned about the ancient traditions and glory of the orcs, it was a complete joke.
A group of scattered primitive clan nomadic tribes who rely on who has the bigger fist to be the chief and whoever is weak deserves to be bullied and enslaved. What glory can they have?
Moreover, after being forcibly integrated together, the infighting was many times more cruel and bloody than the political struggles between human kingdoms.
Gul'dan's decision to join the Burning Legion and his psychological distortion are definitely related to the bullying and insults he suffered in his own tribe.
Even after Thrall shouted the slogan that orcs would never be slaves, there were still a large number of semi-slaves called "peons" in the new tribe.
And based on King Varian Wrynn's experience of becoming a gladiator in Ulzerimar after losing his memory, it can be seen that the orcs have never actually banned slavery.
It is just that it is not allowed to make orcs, tauren, darkspear trolls, forsaken and other members of the tribe as slaves.
As an outsider with a broad enough perspective, Zuo Si will not be confused by the so-called "blood and glory" values advocated by the orcs. He can clearly observe the ignorance, barbarism, cruelty, bloodthirstiness, and the underlying thinking mode of respecting the strong that is revealed in the bones of this race.
The honor duel called "Makgora" is the most direct reflection of this kind of thinking.
As long as an orc is strong enough to defeat and kill all challengers, then whatever he does is right, and he will even have a large number of admirers and followers.
Perhaps in a few decades or even a hundred or two hundred years, they will make a great leap forward at the social level due to their constant competition with humans, gradually abandoning their primitiveness and barbarism and becoming more and more civilized, but this is definitely not the case now.
So Zuo Si responded very straightforwardly: "It's not just that I hate them. I am full of hatred towards the orcs. If the timing is not right, I will be very happy to cooperate with your father Daelin to completely eliminate all the orcs in the Eastern Kingdom."
"Why? To God, can't humans and orcs both become believers and provide faith?"
Jaina blinked in confusion.
"Because God also has his own preferences."
Zuo Si pursed his lips and gave the answer in a half-joking tone.
When he was in the continent of Faerun, he, who belonged to the lawful camp, was extremely disgusted with the orcs, a race that only knew how to destroy, never engaged in production, and advocated chaos and disorder.
Although the orcs of Azeroth were slightly better, at least they had learned how to herd, fish, hunt, and even farm, and had the foundation to become a civilization.
But that's all.
Even with the leadership of Thrall, a wise leader who was educated and grew up in the human world, they had only one foot into the threshold of civilization.
But as Thrall, the first great chief of the new tribe, stepped down and Hellscream took over, the orcs immediately revealed their true nature again, being able to carry out indiscriminate massacres and destruction without any psychological burden.
Jaina had not yet fought alongside Thrall, so she had no favorable impression of the orcs, and she also jokingly said, "Well, it seems that I have to observe a moment of silence for the orcs.
Because they are now hated by a great god.
But compared to the orcs, I am more concerned about how you plan to arrange Jia Liya.
Her identity is quite sensitive, and if it is not handled properly it will cause many serious diplomatic problems."
"don’t worry.
Although King Terenas has ill intentions and wants to compete with the Church for the new human regime that will be established in Stranglethorn Vale, I have no intention of doing anything to Her Royal Highness the Princess of Lordaeron.
Just the opposite.
I would openly acknowledge her status and even make her the titular lord.
Because all I need is faith from mortals.
As for things like power, wealth, and land, they have no special value to me.
Even in other worlds and universes, I have more than one planet of my own, and in various ways I rule over countries that are hundreds or even thousands of times larger than Azeroth.
A small kingdom with a population of only a few hundred thousand or even hundreds of thousands is not worth mentioning at all."
Zuo Si clearly expressed his attitude and position.
Since Jaina already knew his true identity, there was no need for them to hide their private conversation.
Especially Princess Jialiya, who is kind-hearted and originally has a tragic fate, is really hard to dislike.
She had lived in a relatively modest home since arriving in Stratholme.
She neither asked for any special treatment nor acted like a royal princess.
Instead, they took the initiative to join the church system and use their management and coordination skills.
In particular, an orphanage was set up to bring together and care for orphans who had lost their parents and all their relatives to prevent them from running around and getting hurt accidentally, and to give these little ones some warmth and maternal love.
For princesses like this who are capable, young, beautiful, gentle and kind, and have no evil intentions like seizing power, Zuo Si just wants to ask for more.
"real?"
Jaina suddenly became ecstatic.
You know, in the past two days, she has been worried about the future of her best friend, fearing that Jialiya will become a victim of political struggle or be treated as a plaything of noble status.
"Do you think I need to lie about this?"
Zuo Si turned his head and stared into the other person's blue eyes and asked back.
"No, of course not. I just can't believe that you have such a good temper that you would ignore the temptation of King Terenas. I thought that gods should be proud and majestic, and would never allow any mortal to disobey them." Jaina hurriedly explained.
Zuo Si couldn't help laughing when he heard this: "Haha, gods actually have different personalities and tendencies just like humans, they are never the same.
The kind of god you are talking about does exist, but I am not one of them.
In fact, you don't need to be so cautious and nervous, just treat me as an ordinary person.
I will not fly into a rage or bring down divine punishment because of someone's unintentional offense.
Doing so would not only fail to demonstrate the majesty of a god, but would instead give people a sense of being petty.
True faith comes from the recognition and practice of doctrine.
Rather than simply awe and fear. "
“I see! No wonder so many nobles, gentry, and merchants quickly changed their beliefs and chose to join the church.
Compared to the empty preaching and sermons of Holy Light Pastors, your advocacy of closely linking faith with daily life is obviously more attractive.
People no longer need to prove their piety by participating in various ceremonies and making donations, they just need to do what they think is right.
Because the final judge of faith is not a priest or bishop, but God himself."
While saying this, Jaina's mood became noticeably excited, and she was as excited as if she had discovered a new world.
After all, she has been following Zuo Si for some time recently, and is full of curiosity and desire to study this god who is temporarily possessed by a believer.
It was not until just now that she finally realized the biggest difference between the Church of Holy Light and the Church of the God of Contract.
In the former case, since the Holy Light is merely a kind of energy and philosophy and has no subjective consciousness, priests and bishops hold the final right of interpretation of dogma, and ordinary believers cannot make their own voices heard no matter how devout they are.
Not to mention that there are many corrupt and degenerate people in the church who will use the money donated by believers for their own personal enjoyment.
But the latter is different.
God can undoubtedly feel the piety of every believer and make the most fair and just evaluation.
Therefore, ordinary people who are working hard do not need to worry that the fruits of their labor will be embezzled by some superior. Every effort will eventually be rewarded.
In this environment, their work enthusiasm will naturally increase.
“You are sharp and smart.
That's right.
In this environment where there is no competition from other gods, worldly power is not that important at all.
Because the divine authority forged by faith is the most powerful force in society.
Go tell Princess Calia that if she really wants to fit in and become the queen of these refugees, the easiest way is to become my follower.
Only then will the church and the refugees recognize and accept her, rather than viewing her as a noble outsider.”
After saying that, Zuo Si no longer looked at Jaina and turned around and disappeared into the simple laboratory that was temporarily built on the hillside.
With the first batch of refugees about to arrive in Stranglethorn Vale, he needs to start preparing a few things to deal with the possible troubles caused by the trolls, naga and murlocs.
The largest number of trolls will undergo magical transformation, become elf-like and join humans as part of the settlement.
Anyway, the elves in this world evolved from trolls.
Among them, the night elves were the first elves born under the influence of the Well of Eternity, and the high elves were a branch that split from the night elves.
So it is not difficult to speed up the mutation rate a little bit through magic.
As for the others, Zuo Si plans to leverage his strengths in the field of microorganisms to develop some targeted viruses and bacteria to solve the problem once and for all from the root.
After all, no matter how sharp the sword is, or how destructive the musket or cannon is, they cannot compare with biological weapons in terms of killing efficiency.
This is obvious when you look at the casualties caused by the orc invasion and the casualties caused by the spread of the plague by the Undead Scourge.
After a wave of large-scale infection, it is estimated that no more than 20% to 30% of people will survive.
The remaining ones basically pose little threat to the tens of thousands of humans who continue to arrive.
In addition, Zuo Si also planned to transform [Marvin's World Weaving] into the spellcasting method of this world, and through permanent climate modification, turn the tropical rainforest of Stranglethorn Vale, which is not suitable for human survival, into a subtropical area conducive to the growth of crops.
In short, in the following period of time, he had too many things to do and had no time to be distracted by those unimportant trivial matters.
After all, these believers are the most important channel to maintain the connection between the main body and the world.
Once there is a large-scale death caused by something unexpected, causing the channel to shrink or even disappear, it will be impossible to feel the spatial coordinates exposed at the moment of the World Tree explosion.
Therefore, Zuo Si not only had to ensure that this group of believers could survive, but also that they could live better and more comfortably than before, and be full of hope and expectations for the future.
…
At the same time, in a forest about sixty or seventy kilometers away from Stratholme.
The cavalry unit formed by Uther the Lightbringer and the Church has just completed a battle against a group of trolls that attacked a grain convoy.
Since the latter looked like he had been hungry for a long time and one could even see obvious ribs under the skin on his chest and back, there was no suspense at all during the entire battle.
A dozen trolls armed with weapons were killed in a crushing manner, while those who followed them without weapons became prisoners.
Out of caution, Uther immediately checked the enemy's corpses and the severely malnourished captives after the battle. His face suddenly became extremely ugly, and he said to the cavalry captain who was acting with him without turning his head: "Bad news! These trolls are all infected with the plague without exception!"
"What? All of them!"
The cavalry captain opened his mouth in shock, and quickly took out the holy water he carried with him and took a sip, while also giving his horse a sip as well.
The other cavalrymen accompanying him had similar reactions.
There was no way. They were really scared by the plague, and some of them even developed severe post-traumatic stress syndrome.
Obviously, the state of these trolls fully illustrates one point: the disappeared undead are not just hiding, but continue to spread the plague in areas invisible to humans, continuously transforming trolls and beasts into undead creatures.
"Yes, that's all. Does any of you speak Troll?" Uther asked loudly.
He was obviously eager to get immediate information from his captives about the situation deep in the forest.
But unfortunately, all the cavalrymen shook their heads and said they didn't know how to do it.
After all, the trolls in the East Wilder region are not orcs. They were conquered hundreds of years ago and can only hide in the depths of the forest to survive.
So much so that the humans living in this land simply don't bother to learn the troll language, which they regard as barbaric and low-level.
"How about we take the risk and bring one or two of them back?"
The cavalry captain made a suggestion in an uncertain tone.
After all, they all carry holy water that can cure the plague. As long as they give the trolls a few sips, there is no need to worry about the plague being infected and spread again.
The only question was who to choose? Which one was the smartest of all the trolls, who knew the most and could express himself clearly through language? For a moment, everyone, including Uther, was at a loss.
At this moment, a female troll wrapped in animal skins slowly stood up and said in an extremely unfamiliar and stuttering human common language: "Save...save us! I...we...are very hungry and need...food..."
"You speak our language?"
Uther was visibly surprised.
"Only... a little. Give... us... food, and we... will be... slaves... of humans."
After saying that, the female troll fell to her knees with a thud, her whole body shaking slightly uncontrollably, perhaps because she was too hungry or too scared.
Because she understood that the human in front of her was the last hope for her and the entire tribe to survive.
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