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 becoming 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 crazy beating 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 worshipped 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 calloused 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.
站在空荡荡的码头看着舰队的白帆消失在海天尽头，吉安娜不由得微微感叹道：“真不敢相信，你居然真的说服了我那位顽固的父亲放下对兽人的仇恨。”
“放弃？你似乎搞错了什么。我可没有让他放下对兽人的仇恨，只是摆事实讲道理说明了眼下危急的形式，并且提供了另外一种更好的复仇方案。”左思似笑非笑的纠正道。
“你也讨厌兽人？”
吉安娜明显愣了一下。
因为她一直都以为，没有遭受两次战争冲击的洛丹伦王国，普遍应该没有南方遭受战火洗礼的王国那么仇视兽人。
这也是收容所主要开设在洛丹伦南方领土上的原因，以及提里奥·弗丁与伊崔格之间那所谓“感人”故事能够发生的大前提。
如果提里奥·弗丁的家人，尤其是心爱的儿子泰兰也死在兽人手上，那么这个故事就会是另外一个结果。
以“老佛爷”后来在目睹了儿子被杀时的狂暴表现，估计能把伊崔格用锤子活生生砸成肉酱。
更何况作为一名入侵艾泽拉斯的兽人老兵，伊崔格手上沾染的无辜者鲜血绝对不比其他兽战士少。
身为人类的提里奥·弗丁又有什么资格代替那些受害者去原谅一个侵略者？ 仅仅就因为对方不知道出于什么动机，甚至可能是完全临时起意饶了他一命？ 还是伊崔格选择隐居与自己充满血色的过去做了个切割？ 所以“老佛爷”最终被判流放完全就是自作自受、活该，根本不值得同情。
至于伊崔格提到什么兽人过去古老的传统跟荣耀完全就是个笑话。
一群靠着谁拳头大谁当酋长、谁弱小谁就活该被欺负奴役的分散原始氏族游牧部落，有个屁的荣耀可言。
而且强行整合到一起之后内斗的简直比人类王国之间的政治斗争还要残酷血腥不知道多少倍。
古尔丹会投靠燃烧军团和心理上的扭曲，跟他当年在自己部族遭受的欺凌跟辱骂绝对脱不了关系。
就连萨尔喊出兽人永不为奴的口号之后，新部落里也有大量被称之为“苦工”的半奴隶。
而且根据瓦里安·乌瑞恩国王在失去记忆到奥给瑞玛当角斗士的经历，也能看出兽人实际上从未真正禁止过奴隶制。
仅仅只是不允许把兽人、牛头人、暗矛巨魔、被遗忘者等部落成员当奴隶。
作为一名拥有足够视角广度的外来者，左思可不会兽人宣扬的所谓“献血与荣耀”价值观所迷惑，能够清晰观察到在这个种族骨子里所透露出来的愚昧、野蛮、残暴、嗜血，还有强者为尊的底层思维模式。
名为“玛克戈拉”荣誉决斗更是这种思维最直接的体现。
只要一个兽人足够强大，可以击败杀死所有的挑战者，那么无论他做什么都是正确的，甚至还会有大批的崇拜者和追随者。
或许再过个几十年乃至一两百年，他们会因为与人类不断竞争而在社会层面出现大幅度的跃进，逐渐舍弃原始与野蛮变得越来越文明，但现在绝对不是。
所以左思非常干脆的回应道：“不仅仅只是讨厌那么简单，我对于兽人可是充满了深深的恶意呢。如果不是眼下的时机不太合适，我会非常乐意与你的父亲戴琳合作，彻底把东部王国的兽人全部清理干净。”
“为什么？对于神来说，人类和兽人不是一样都可以成为信徒、提供信仰吗？”
吉安娜不明所以的眨了眨眼睛。
“因为神也是有属于自己喜好的。”
左思抿起嘴角用半开玩笑的语气给出了答案。
在费伦大陆的时候，守序阵营的他就对兽人这种只知道破坏、从来不从事生产、并且崇尚混乱与无序的种族厌恶至极。
虽然艾泽拉斯的兽人要稍微好一点，起码已经学会了放牧、渔猎乃至种田，拥有了成为一个文明的基础。
但也就仅此而已了。
哪怕是有萨尔这个在人类世界接受教育并长大的英明领袖带领，他们也只半只脚迈入了文明的门槛。
可随着萨尔这位新部落的初代大酋长退居二线，小地狱咆哮上位，兽人们立刻就再一次露出本性，能够毫无心理负担的制造无差别屠杀和毁灭。
吉安娜现在还没有跟萨尔并肩作战，因此对兽人也没有半点好感，也跟着用开玩笑的语气调侃道：“好吧，看来我要为兽人稍微默哀一下。
因为他们现在被一位伟大的神明讨厌了。
不过相比起兽人，我倒是更关心你打算怎么安排佳莉娅。
她的身份可是相当敏感，一旦处理不好会引发很多严重的外交问题。”
“别担心。
虽然泰瑞纳斯国王是不怀好意想要与教会争夺即将在荆棘谷建立的人类新政权，但我却并不打算对这位洛丹伦的公主殿下做什么。
恰好相反。
我会公开承认她的地位，甚至让她来做名义上的领主。
因为我需要的东西只有来自凡人的信仰。
至于权力、财富、土地之类的东西，对于我而言并没有什么特别的价值。
甚至在其他世界和宇宙，我拥有不止一个属于自己的星球，以各种方式统治着比艾泽拉斯还要大几百倍乃至几千倍的国度。
区区一个只有十几万乃至几十万人口的小小王国根本不值一提。”
左思明确态度表达了自己的态度跟立场。
由于吉安娜早就已经知晓了他的真实身份，因此两人私下里的谈话自然也就没有必要藏着掖着。
尤其是佳莉娅这位心地善良且原本命运悲惨的公主，实在是让人讨厌不起来。
自打抵达斯坦索姆之后她就一直住在相对简陋的房子里。
既没有要求什么特殊待遇，也没有摆出王室公主的架子。
反而主动帮忙加入到教会体系中发挥自己的管理与协调才能。
尤其是成立了一家孤儿院，把那些失去父母和所有亲人的孤儿集中起来照顾，防止他们四处乱跑不小心受伤，给了这些小家伙些许温暖和母爱。
像这种既有能力、又年轻漂亮温柔善良、还没有夺权之类歪心思的公主，左思只想说麻烦再给我多来点。
“真的？”
吉安娜顿时变得欣喜若狂。
要知道最近两天她可是一直都在替自己那位好闺蜜的未来而感到担忧，生怕佳莉娅会成为政治较量的牺牲品，亦或是被当做一个拥有高贵身份的玩物。
“你觉得我有必要再这种事情上撒谎吗？”
左思转过头盯着对方那双蓝色的眼睛反问道。
“不，当然不，我只是有不敢相信你的脾气居然这么好，居然会无视泰瑞纳斯国王的试探。我还以为神应该是那种高傲且威严，决不允许任何凡人忤逆自己呢。”吉安娜赶忙解释道。
左思听到后立刻忍不住笑出了声：“呵呵，神其实跟人类一样也有不同的性格和倾向，从来都不是千篇一律。
你说的那种神的确也存在，只不过我不是而已。
事实上你没有必要那么小心紧张，把我当成一个普通人来对待就好。
我也不会因为别人不经意的冒犯就大发雷霆或是降下神罚。
那样做非但无法提现作为一个神明的威严，反而会给人一种小心眼的感觉。
真正的信仰源自于对教义的认同和践行。
而不是单纯的敬畏与恐惧。”
“原来如此！ 难怪有那么多的贵族、乡绅和商人都迅速改变信仰选择加入了教会。
相比起圣光牧师布道时那些空洞的宣讲、说教，你提倡把信仰与日常生活紧密相连明显更具有吸引力。
人们不需要再通过参加各种仪式和捐助来证明自己的虔诚，只需要去做认为对的事情就可以了。
因为最终对信仰做出评价的不是某个牧师或者主教，而是作为神明本身。”
在说这番话的时候，吉安娜的情绪明显变得有些兴奋，整个人仿佛发现了新大陆一样激动。
毕竟她最近一段时间可是一直都跟在左思身边，对于这位暂时附身在信徒身上的神充满了好奇与研究的渴望。
直到刚才，她才终于意识到圣光教会和契约之神教会最大的区别。
前者由于圣光仅仅只是一种能量和哲学，并没有主观意识，因此牧师跟主教们掌握着教条的最终解释权，普通信徒无论多么虔诚都无法发出自己的声音。
更不用提教会中还有很多腐败堕落的家伙会把信徒捐赠的财物用于自己的个人享受。
但后者就不一样了。
神无疑是可以感受到每一个信徒的虔诚，并做出最公平、公正的评价。
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.