As a typical kind and lawful paladin, Uther would definitely not do such a thing as massacring prisoners.
Not only would he not do it himself, he would never allow anyone around him to do so.
So after a brief discussion, the cavalrymen took out the remaining holy water they carried with them and gave it to these trolls, who looked more like refugees than bandits, to drink.
Soon, some of them began to experience severe symptoms such as nausea, vomiting, convulsions, and fever.
You don't need to ask to know that this is an inevitable reaction to physical weakness caused by long-term hunger and malnutrition.
If it were a human, a similar situation would generally mean that there was no hope and the person could only lie in bed and wait painfully for death to come.
Unless someone uses divine arts or holy light magic to continuously replenish the lost vitality, the body will be completely destroyed in the process of the constant battle between the holy water and the plague.
When the body is dissected afterwards, it will be found that the organs of the deceased will have failed on a large scale or even completely rotted.
However, the trolls of Azeroth are obviously not an ordinary race.
Although they are completely different species from the trolls of Faerun in terms of genetics, appearance, and physiological structure, they have one thing in common, which is their powerful regenerative ability.
As long as there is enough food, no injured troll will die easily.
What's more, there is Uther, who is probably the most powerful first-generation paladin, who can cast Holy Light to extend the life of the dying trolls.
The result was that after more than half an hour of struggle, this tribe of trolls, consisting of nearly sixty people including women and children, was out of danger and no longer infected with the Scourge plague.
Of course, the price was that a whole truckload of baked bread, meat and cheese was eaten up.
The trolls, who were originally lifeless, gradually regained some vitality.
However, they did not show any resistance after recovery, but chose to obey the orders given by the humans in front of them as the leading female troll promised.
First, the young trolls were placed on the carriage, and the rest had their hands tied and followed the convoy slowly towards Stratholme.
When it was almost completely dark, the huge convoy finally passed through the city gate that was about to close.
Since we were just in time for dinner, the entire port area was filled with the aroma of food and hot soup.
People who have worked all day are gathering in twos and threes to eat and chat, enjoying the rare leisure time, and from time to time they imagine how to start a new life after arriving in Stranglethorn Vale.
But before long, everyone's attention was attracted by the troll captives who returned with the convoy.
Because ever since the Kingdom of Lordaeron ended its expansion during its heyday, there have been basically no signs of large-scale troll activities in the entire north, and even if there are any, they are in the territory of the elves, its northern allies.
Therefore, the residents of the East Wilde region have not seen living trolls for a long time, and have even forgotten that trolls were once the greatest enemy of the human race.
Many curious children and teenagers would even boldly approach and point fingers, until the cavalrymen rushed over, shouting and waving whips, ready to hit them, and then they would disperse with laughter and cursing.
The arrival of the troll captives undoubtedly aroused the curiosity of everyone in the city of Stratholme.
Although everyone knows that there are a certain number of forest trolls living in the East Weald region, due to the large tracts of virgin forest separating them, cross-contact situations are very rare on a daily basis.
Even if a hunter occasionally encounters a troll in the wild, both sides usually just look at each other vigilantly, and then retreat and quickly break contact without either side launching an attack.
Although during the two Orc Wars, the Amani trolls in the north joined the Horde under the leadership of Zul'jin, which briefly made many troll tribes believe that the opportunity to regain their own territories had come, they began to move towards the sphere of influence of humans and elves and fought a battle with the Alliance in the Alterac Mountains.
But before the trolls in East Wilder could react, Zul'jin suddenly disappeared (captured by the high elves).
Coupled with the complete defeat of the orcs, the restless troll tribes naturally calmed down.
What's more, humans have established absolute rule in this land, and it is impossible to defeat them with a small number of trolls.
So this fragile peace has continued like this and has never been broken.
The Kingdom of Lordaeron simply treated sporadic troll attacks as ordinary public security incidents and would not choose to start a war, let alone any hatred.
no way.
As the saying goes.
As long as you are weak enough, even anger and resistance will seem particularly cute in the eyes of others.
This is roughly what the trolls of the East Weald appear to humans.
Before being attacked by the plague and the Scourge, the garrison forces in the Hand of Tyr, Darrowshire, Stratholme, and Corrin Crossing could easily crush the local troll tribes that lacked weapons and equipment.
Unless the Amani trolls in the north move south in large numbers, even if they gather together, they may not be able to gather tens of thousands of people.
Obviously, the trolls in the captive team felt very strange about the reaction of the onlookers, which was neither fearful nor hateful.
Because in their eyes, humans who have allied with the high elves have always been mortal enemies, and it is natural that the other side should be hostile to and hate them, just as they are hostile to and hate the other side.
But now, instead of feeling any of this, even the human cubs are no longer afraid of the tall troll warriors.
However, because they were captives, the trolls did not react excessively. They simply lowered their heads and were escorted by the cavalry to the door of the church's temporary headquarters.
Jaina and Calia, who had been alarmed for a long time, had already appeared at the gate. Jaina's eyes widened as she asked in surprise, "Uther, what's going on with these trolls?"
"They were caught attacking a grain convoy.
I needed to learn about the situation in the forest from these trolls, so I brought everyone back.
Most importantly, these guys were all infected with the plague without exception.
So I am very worried that the Scourge is still rapidly expanding its sphere of influence and military strength in invisible places."
Uther dismounted and quickly expressed his concerns.
After all, the East Weald region is too large.
Although the human population has grown to millions, the actual area they control only accounts for less than 20 to 30 percent of the flat land suitable for farming, and the rest is all endless forests and mountains.
"I see. I happen to understand Troll language, so let me interrogate you."
Jaina took the initiative to take on this job that ordinary people were simply not capable of doing.
As a top student in Dalaran, she taught herself many languages, including High Elf, Orcish, Troll, Gnoll, and Murloc.
He even wrote highly professional papers under the guidance of his mentor Anthony Das, such as the social ecological survey of orc tribes, the underlying thinking logic of murlocs, and the origin of the troll cannibalism custom.
Has an extraordinary understanding of non-human races.
This is also the reason why Jaina was able to participate in the joint investigation team on behalf of Dalaran, and the premise that she can empathize with Thrall and the orcs in the future.
With her familiarity with the troll culture and living habits, she quickly let Uther know about the horrific scene in the forest that was like the end of the world through effective communication.
In the places where these trolls live, large areas of forests and grass have become withered and twisted due to the erosion of the plague.
As a result, the animals in the hunting grounds and the fish in the rivers became sick and died in large numbers, and then resurrected and turned into smelly zombies.
Even harmless bats suddenly became extremely aggressive, and predators such as bears and wolves attacked any creature within sight like crazy.
What's even more terrifying is that after eating the meat of these sick prey, even the trolls who never get sick began to feel pain and weakness.
Some even suddenly crawled out of their graves within a few days of being buried and attacked their compatriots.
Before long, the tribe, which originally had several hundred people, rapidly declined and had no choice but to flee its traditional territory and come to the human-controlled territory to grab food to survive.
It is precisely because the trolls' physique is much stronger than that of humans that they were able to run so far while dragging their plague-infected bodies.
Moreover, these trolls did not all come from the same tribe, but were a temporary alliance formed by two or three fleeing tribes coming together.
The troll woman who knew a little bit of the common human language was a priestess and the inheritor of knowledge and faith in the tribe. Therefore, she had a relatively high status and prestige in this fleeing group.
After the armed chief was shot in the head by Uther, she became the nominal supreme leader of the rest.
"The polluted land, the withered and twisted trees, the sick and dead animals that have resurrected as undead...
Damn it! The Scourge is killing the land where we can't reach it! They want to turn East Wilderness into a land of death!"
Uther, who understood the situation, slammed the table with his fist, his eyes revealing a mixture of fear and anger.
Because this approach is clearly intended to permanently change the environment, making it completely unsuitable for human or even any living thing to survive.
Jaina nodded solemnly: "You are right.
It seems the situation is more serious than we expected.
Uther, I think you'd better return to the capital of Lordaeron immediately to report this situation to King Terenas.
I also have to return to Dalaran to warn the Kirin Tor.
It is not hard to see that the land in the forest is dying from the plague, which far exceeds the destruction caused by the Orc War.
At least the orcs seized the land just to live on it, and they are still living people in essence.
But the undead are completely different; they are the mortal enemies of all life.
And... I'm now very worried about Arthas who is on the expedition to Northrend.
After all, that is the headquarters of the Scourge."
"Besides praying, we simply cannot spare the manpower to help Arthas. I hope King Terenas's messenger can find and recall him in time."
After saying that, Uther got up without even having time to eat dinner. He took a few members of the Knights of the Silver Hand and rode fast horses to the capital of Lordaeron overnight.
Jaina followed closely and immediately cast teleportation magic back to Dalaran.
As the news of the Undead Scourge killing the land in East Wilder came to light, an uproar broke out throughout the Alliance.
Although after experiencing two orc wars, the leaders of various kingdoms felt that they had seen the world and would not be easily intimidated by any enemy.
But after learning that the magical plague had the ability to pollute the water and soil, he immediately felt suffocated.
Terenas strongly demanded that the Kirin Tor Council immediately begin researching an antidote to the plague at all costs, and at the same time formally announced the recognition of the legitimacy of the belief in the God of the Contract in the Kingdom of Lordaeron.
Not only him, but also the Alliance human countries such as the Kingdom of Gilneas, the Kingdom of Stromgarde, Kul Tiras, the Kingdom of Stormwind, as well as the high elves and dwarves have all issued similar announcements.
As for the purpose, it is very simple. He simply feels that the threat brought by the Undead Scourge is far more terrifying than that of the orcs, and he urgently needs the only force that can currently produce the antidote to stand on his side.
At least when fighting against the overwhelming undead, the soldiers don't have to worry about being infected with the plague and eventually becoming part of the enemy.
After learning the news, Lanny immediately arranged for some priests to go to the local area to preach, and in exchange sold large quantities of holy water produced every day to various countries.
For a while, these colorless and transparent liquids transformed from clean water, herbs and magic became the most sought-after goods, surpassing all luxury goods.
The high elves, who had accumulated wealth over thousands of years with the Sunwell, an infinite energy source, generously provided various magic weapons, armor, arcane constructs and other things in exchange.
There was even a proposal to build several portals directly to connect Quel'Thalas, Stranglethorn Vale and Stratholme.
At that time, no matter which place is attacked, we can support and watch over each other.
The dwarves took the most advanced muskets, artillery, engineering tanks, and helicopter designs developed jointly with their dwarf allies, and sent a group of master blacksmiths and engineering experts.
Dalaran also provided dozens of mages and hundreds of apprentices as support to the Church of the God of the Covenant.
This is completely different from the situation in the original timeline where the Alliance was in disarray before the Lich King launched a full-scale attack.
Under Zuo Si's conscious guidance and spoilers, all forces in the entire Eastern Continent realized the danger hidden beneath the calm surface and once again began to become unprecedentedly united.
Especially the dwarves who had experienced the War of the Three Hammers knew very well how terrible the changes and destruction of the environment were.
The appearance of Ragnaros, the Firelord, turned the originally pleasant and habitable land into burning plains and scorching canyons.
After all, no matter what differences and conflicts they have within themselves, they have been allies who have fought side by side more than once.
As the nominal leader of the refugees, Princess Jialiya is busy almost every day, constantly receiving envoys from other kingdoms.
At this moment, she finally realized why her father, King Terenas, had sent her here even with threats and inducements.
Because in the process of fighting against the Undead Scourge, the God of the Contract and his church are the most important backbone forces, and are also the bond that can unite the alliance again.
And with the help obtained through the exchange, as long as the refugees can gain a foothold in Stranglethorn Vale, the establishment of a new human kingdom is almost a foregone conclusion.
So after being busy for several days in a row, Jialiya finally made up her mind to become a believer of the God of Contract and completely integrate into this group, rather than just being an outsider with noble blood and status as Jaina said.
Only in this way can we ask the church for help when the crisis comes and rescue our husband and daughter who are under control.
After a busy day, she deliberately refused to follow her personal maid and guards, and came alone to the door of the house on the hill next to the port area, and explained her purpose to the soldiers guarding there.
About a few minutes later, after the soldier reported the situation through the door, the originally closed door was finally opened with a crack, and then a voice came from inside.
“Come in.
I was just wondering when you'll make a decision.
I didn't expect it to be so fast.
It seems that King Terenas did not realize that his daughter was far more politically intelligent than he thought.
Perhaps compared to Prince Alsace, who has serious character flaws, you are the most suitable candidate to succeed the throne in the royal family."
Hearing this, Jialiya did not dare to delay and immediately squeezed in through the crack of the door at the soldier's signal.
Before she had time to adjust to the dim light in the room, she heard the sound of a door closing behind her.
After three or four seconds, when her eyes finally regained vision, the princess of Lordaeron immediately covered her mouth in shock to prevent herself from screaming.
Because in the corner of the room, there was a naked woman lying completely naked.
She looked extremely painful, curled up in a ball and twitching slightly, and both her bones and appearance were undergoing drastic changes.
It is not difficult to tell from the pointed ears, shrinking fangs, two torn thick toes and three torn fingers that this should be the troll that was captured before.
But the problem is that her face is no longer as ferocious as that of an ordinary troll. Instead, her facial features have become as delicate and exquisite as those of an elf, and even the bones that maintain her height are shrinking.
It is only normal to feel pain after such a drastic change.
But the female troll gritted her teeth and didn't make any sound.
Gradually...
A certain transformation was first completed in her body, shrinking her from over two meters to about 1.7 meters. Her muscle structure also changed from the previous thick and sturdy to a slender but streamlined shape with beautiful textures. Her entire face was as perfect as a high elf without any flaws.
Even the slightly green and rough skin becomes as delicate and rosy as a baby's after a shedding.
In particular, the troll's iconic fangs have completely disappeared, and its long nose has shrunk to a petite and cute size.
As for the slightly wide and pointed ears, they also successfully lost weight and became thinner and pointed.
The most important thing is that all the fingers and toes have changed to have five fingers like humans and high elves.
Transformed a troll into a high elf through the power of magic? Is this the power of God?
Jialiya stared at the woman in front of her who was sweating and panting, and whose race could no longer be determined, with an expression of disbelief on her face.
Needless to say, she had already learned Zuo Si's true identity through her best friend Jaina.
"How do you feel now?"
Zuo Si asked without turning his head while fiddling with the medicine in his hand.
"I...I feel like my strength and stamina have decreased, but my reaction speed, coordination, and magical affinity have increased. It feels like I've been reborn."
The woman who transformed from a troll into an elf struggled to get up from the ground. Feeling her new body, she expressed her true feelings in a slightly excited tone.
But after such changes, his tribe no longer has to worry about becoming slaves, let alone being discriminated against or even executed by humans.
As for the trolls' hatred towards humans and elves, it is nothing in the face of the pressure of survival.
Otherwise, these captives would not have chosen to surrender, but would have fought to the death with the human cavalry until their entire army was annihilated.
But in fact, in the two Orc Wars, it was often the Alliance rather than the Horde that fought hard to the last moment.
Of course, this does not mean that humans, dwarves, gnomes, and elves are braver than orcs, trolls, and ogres.
But they knew that even if they laid down their weapons and surrendered, they would still die, and might even die a more miserable death.
Because the orcs view surrender and defeat as cowardice and shame, they often choose to slaughter prisoners as sacrifices, or squeeze them to death as consumable slaves. It would be even worse if they fell into the hands of trolls and ogres, as they would most likely be eaten as food.
So in this situation where everyone is dead, even the most cowardly person knows that fighting and dying bravely is the best option.
On the contrary, the Horde, knowing that the Alliance has a certain moral bottom line and will not arbitrarily kill prisoners who lay down their arms and surrender, saw a large number of orcs enter the internment camp after the war.
There may also be the mental depletion side effect of the demon blood wearing off in their bodies.
Through the exploration of mind magic, Zuo Si could easily see what was in the mind of the female troll with the appearance of an elf in front of him. He handed over a large portion of transformation potion and said bluntly: "I think you should know what this transformation means.
Now, take the potion and go convince your people.
Tell them that as long as they are willing to accept a new identity, I will grant everyone freedom and enjoy equal treatment as human beings.
But if you refuse, you will be a captive for the rest of your life, and may have to do heavy physical labor without any pay in exchange for three meals a day.
Of course, as a necessary price, you will become the most hateful enemy in the eyes of your former troll compatriots."
"Great God of Contract, thank you for your generous gift. I swear to convince every member of my tribe to bathe in your glory and become your most devout believer."
The female troll took the potion with both hands, knelt on the ground and bowed humbly.
Oh, no, now it should be called a female elf.
As a priestess who once believed in the Loa god, she obviously knew more about gods than most humans, and understood that the power unintentionally displayed by the one in front of her was definitely not comparable to those weak demigods of the wilderness.
What's more, with so much human faith, even the weakest god will quickly become powerful.
Add to that the potion that can transform trolls into elves, and anyone who is not a fool can make some connections.
So the newly reborn female elf realized this was an opportunity.
As long as you perform well and are pious enough, you can become God's spokesperson, and then lead the tribe to capture more trolls for transformation, creating a new elven race from scratch.
At that time, she would be able to become a queen who combined both divine and secular power, and establish a kingdom or even an empire as strong and prosperous as Quel'Thalas.
With strong ambition, the priestess quickly left the dim laboratory and walked towards the tent where the tribesmen temporarily lived.
After about seven or eight minutes, screams and wails of pain were heard from inside.
No one knows what really happened inside.
The only thing we know is that after the screams, all the troll captives disappeared, and were replaced by a small group of high elves with very strange behaviors who joined the church.
Even many human men were fascinated by the priestess with beautiful appearance and sexy figure. Similarly, many women were attracted by the handsome elf male warriors and took the initiative to throw themselves into his arms.
The trolls, who were previously despised for being ugly, primitive, and barbaric, immediately gained unprecedented popularity after they transformed into elves.
Facts have once again proved how important appearance is in the process of interpersonal communication.
Etiquette, manners, knowledge, temperament, and inner beauty are not as useful as a beautiful appearance when you meet someone for the first time.
After all, if the other person isn’t interested in you at first sight and isn’t even willing to have in-depth communication with you, then no matter how much inner talent you have, you won’t have the opportunity to show it.
As Jia Liya watched the entire process of the troll's transformation into an elf, she now felt her heart pounding and her mouth dry. She clearly realized what Zuo Sixiang was going to do.
After struggling for a long time, she finally couldn't help but ask, "Are you planning to turn all the trolls in Stranglethorn Vale into elf believers?"
Zuo Si smiled and replied, “Yes, it’s very interesting, isn’t it?
This way of transforming the Stranglethorn Vale without large-scale bloodshed is the most gentle way I can think of at this stage.
After all, trolls are the earliest ancient intelligent race born in Azeroth.
Although they were hostile to the later rising humans, dwarves, gnomes and high elves because of some of their customs such as voodoo and cannibalism.
Especially humans and elves, they snatched large tracts of land from the trolls, causing them to gradually decline from being the overlord of the continent and now they can only survive by hiding in jungles and rainforests.
I think it's time to give them a chance to reintegrate into mainstream civilization.
What's more, Stranglethorn Vale is the location of Zul'Gurub, the capital of the Gurubashi Empire, and is home to a large number of troll tribes.
If you want to resolve conflicts through war and killing, you will inevitably pay a heavy price.
But if we use my method, we can let these transformed elves deal with their former compatriots.
Maybe it won't be obvious at first.
But as the number of transformed elves increases, it will inevitably grow like a snowball.
The most important thing is that all transformed elves have to join this group whether they are willing or not.
Because their fellow trolls will regard them as thorns in their eyes and thorns in their flesh, and will do everything they can to kill them.
In order to survive, these new elves were forced to unite under their faith in me and convert more of their kind until all the trolls in Stranglethorn Vale were wiped out.
Humans only need to provide them with the necessary food and weapons support, and they can use this time to develop and build with peace of mind and create their own new home in the dense tropical rainforest.
Once the transformation is complete, this new race of elves will merge with humans through intermarriage and the birth of mixed-blood offspring.”
Gulp!
Hearing this description, Jia Liya swallowed involuntarily, raised her head and looked at the god who descended into the body of a mortal with eyes full of awe and even fear.
Although on the surface this behavior can minimize the casualties and destruction caused by war, it can even be described as merciful.
After all, in the history of Azeroth, there has never been a race entering the territory of another race on a large scale without the outbreak of war and killing.
Sometimes, in order to seize land and living space, they would even drive out or even slaughter thousands of enemies.
This is basically true whether it is the war between the human-elf coalition and the trolls, or the war that broke out between the orcs and the Alliance after the invasion.
But for the troll race and their inherited culture, it was an absolute disaster and destruction.
Jia Liya dared to guarantee that the new elf race after the transformation would never believe in the Loa god again, nor would they retain the primitive and barbaric voodoo traditions. Instead, they would collectively throw themselves into the arms of the God of Contract and gradually become no different from humans.
In essence, this is another form of natural disaster plague that can continuously turn enemies into our own people.
So now she is very confused, whether this transformation is good or bad in the eyes of the trolls, will they be glad that they have survived in the form of elves, or will they miss their glorious past.
However, for the humans who are about to settle in Stranglethorn Vale, this is undoubtedly good news.
After all, they no longer need to fight against thousands of trolls who are familiar with the rainforest terrain and are good at ambushes and sneak attacks.
Thinking of this, the princess of the royal family of Lordaeron immediately placed one hand on her chest and bowed deeply: "Thank you for your kindness.
I'm afraid no one else except you can resolve the war and hatred between the two races in a bloodless way.
In addition, I came here today mainly to express my willingness to become your believer.
After these days of observation, I fully approve of what the church has done and feel that they perfectly embody the qualities of kindness, mercy, fairness and justice.”
"Kindness, mercy, fairness, justice? Are you sure you really understand the doctrines I advocate?" Zuo Si turned around and stared into the princess's eyes and asked with a smile.
"Isn't it?"
Jialiya widened her eyes in surprise.
Zuo Si shook his head gently: "No, of course not.
What you just mentioned are just the moral concepts that the church leader Lanny passed down from the previous Holy Light faith.
My teachings are actually very simple, just pure order.
Including abiding by rules, laws, contracts, etc.
Strictly speaking, I am not what you would consider a good god in the traditional sense.
As long as I can maintain order, it doesn't matter to me whether I tend to be good or evil.
In other words, my followers can become absolute tyrants who have the final say.
So good and evil depends on each person's own choice.
Now, are you still willing to be my believer?"
moment!
Jia Liya fell into a brief silence. After a full minute, she raised her head and mustered up the courage to say, "I do!"
Zuo Si saw incomparable firmness and determination in the eyes of Arthas. He immediately stretched out his right hand and gently pressed it on the forehead of the princess of Lordaeron. Then he whispered in her ear: "Since you have such awareness, then come and be my chosen one."
As the last word came out of his mouth, an intense burning and stinging pain instantly came from his forehead.
Jialiya only felt a force injected into her body, and then she began to feel her skin getting hot all over, as if something was suddenly awakened.
At the same time, he vaguely saw the shadow of a young man with black hair and black eyes floating in front of him.
Almost in an instant, she understood that this was the true face of the God of Contract, Thoth, hidden in the body of a mortal. She immediately opened her arms to embrace her faith and feel the sacred essence emanating from the other party.
powerful!
warmth!
Scorching!
Surrounded by this power, Jialiya felt unprecedented security and an incomparable sense of happiness in her heart.
She forgot about time and worries, and was completely immersed in this beauty. Finally, she lost consciousness with satisfaction and a smile on her face.
"Sleep, sleep, reshape yourself in your dreams, and fully tap the potential in your heart. After all, you are Arthas's sister, and you should naturally inherit the crown of Lordaeron after the death of King Terenas..."
Zuo Si had a playful smile on his face. He held the princess with one hand to prevent her from falling to the ground, and stroked her delicate cheek with the other hand.
There is no doubt that he cast a dreadlord's sleep spell on Jialiya and wove a dream.
The princess didn't know whether she sensed something or dreamed about something, but a faint blush suddenly appeared on her fair face. Then her arms around Zuo Si's neck became tighter, and the two of them were almost close to each other.
This overly intimate and ambiguous posture lasted for several minutes before Jialiya finally calmed down and was placed on a small bed beside her for rest and nap.
…
On the other side, far to the south is the Stranglethorn Vale.
The first fleet that set out, under the cover of the Blackwater Pirates of Booty Bay, successfully used artillery to carry out a fierce fire coverage attack on the Sancha River estuary area.
Whether it was the troll tribe living nearby, or tigers, velociraptors, crocodiles, leopards and other ferocious beasts, they were all scared away by the loud rumbling noises.
The resulting bush fire burned for two or three days until heavy rain put it out.
Now at a glance, all you can see is the burnt grayish-white color of trees and weeds.
Although the casualties were not many, a large area of flat land was cleared for construction.
As a goblin with business ethics and a sense of contract, the wealthy lord of Booty Bay, Revigaz, personally led the Blackwater Pirates to land first and cleared out any areas that might be dangerous.
Then he said in a sharp voice to the leader of the fleet, a middle-aged priest in his forties who had also defected from the Holy Light Church: "Okay, I have completed my work according to the terms of the contract.
Next, one hundred and fifty goblin musketeers will be stationed here to protect the safety of the camp.
The rest of the construction work will be up to you.
Also, if you need anything, please feel free to contact me.
Especially the tools necessary for cutting down trees, such as the Goblin Shredder, and the explosives used to obtain stone, I can give you a 20% discount.
Finally, I wish us a pleasant cooperation.
You should know that big customers like you are rare in this wild land of Stranglethorn Vale.
Once you build the city, we can do more business.
Believe me, I am your only trustworthy friend in the entire Stranglethorn Vale."
When saying this, Rivegaz's tone was full of excitement and excitement.
After all, although Booty Bay has a good geographical location and Stranglethorn Vale is rich in resources, there is not even a decent partner to trade with around.
The nearest one is to cross the entire Stranglethorn Vale to the Stormwind Kingdom in the north.
But the problem is that Stormwind Kingdom was destroyed by orcs, and it was only recently rebuilt with great difficulty, so it is impossible to squeeze out much profit from it.
As for the trolls of Stranglethorn Vale...
Sorry, compared to doing business, they prefer to rob by force.
After trying several times, Rivigaz had basically given up the idea of doing business with the trolls.
Therefore, he was not opposed to this group of humans from the northern Kingdom of Lordaeron. Instead, he hoped that they could establish a new human kingdom here.
In that case, he could also make a lot of money from the prosperous trade, and even form a monopoly and surpass other goblins to become the most powerful tycoon.
What's more, the goblins of Azeroth have long evolved to the capitalist stage and don't care about things like country, race, and territory at all.
As long as they can make money, and make a lot of money, they don't mind selling anything, even the freedom of themselves and their families.
This is also why Revigaz, who never leaves Treasure Bay easily, will lead the team personally.
In addition to the fact that the remuneration Zuo Si paid was sufficient, he was more eager to find a partner with whom he could do stable business.
After the greedy goblin left with his fleet, the refugees began to come ashore one after another, and under the protection of the militia, they began to cut wood, build simple walls, watchtowers and camps.
The experienced hunters were lying in ambush in the nearby trees with bows and crossbows to prevent any wild beasts or trolls from sneaking in.
With enough people, a temporary wooden camp was built within a few hours.
The refugees who came from afar finally had a place to rest and cook in peace.
And many of them discovered that in the warm and humid Stranglethorn Vale in the south, there was food everywhere.
Whether it was fish, shrimp, or crabs from the sea, shells from the beach, or local specialties from the river, just two casts of the net would bring up enough to feed hundreds of people.
In addition, the wide variety of fruits in the jungle also satisfy their appetite, and they can even pick some more to make wine.
In terms of survival resources, this place is undoubtedly a paradise.
At least that's what they thought before they encountered the trolls...
(End of this chapter)
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