Seven or eight days passed in the blink of an eye as the first group of human refugees landed in the north of Stranglethorn Vale, near the river estuary which was later named "Grom's Highlands" by the Horde.
The originally crude wooden fortress became larger and larger with the day-to-day logging and construction work of tens of thousands of young and strong laborers, and gradually became the size of a small city. Patrols and hunters were organized to hunt ferocious beasts such as velociraptors, tigers, crocodiles, etc. that were active in the surrounding areas.
Their meat will become food, and their leather will be processed into roofs to protect against wind and rain, or nitrated into leather armor, leather shields, leather boots, belts, leather bags, and leather clothes.
Since Stranglethorn Vale is located in the tropics, rainfall can be said to be quite frequent.
Often I go up and down three or four times a day.
In order to prevent feet from being soaked in water and mud all day long, there is a great demand for waterproof boots. Regardless of whether people work outside or inside the wall, basically everyone needs a pair.
Leather raincoats can prevent hunters hiding in trees and keeping watch from getting soaked after a rain.
In addition, the colorful fur of the jungle tiger is deeply loved by nobles and wealthy businessmen in the human kingdoms in the north. It can be sold at a very high price and is an absolute luxury product. The black leopard skin without a trace of stray hair is also a good thing.
Some brave souls even brought back big cat cubs and velociraptor eggs, intending to domesticate them and turn them into good helpers for humans.
Especially the velociraptors, which can completely replace horses in this rainforest and become a flexible means of transportation, and even form a dragoon unit.
Others became interested in the large number of different species of parrots in Stranglethorn Vale and began to capture, feed, and train these intelligent birds to speak like humans.
As for the purpose, most people just think it's fun and can help them entertain themselves after boring work.
But there is still a small group of people who believe that parrots can fly, have excellent eyesight, and can learn human language, making them the ideal scouts.
As long as enough talking parrots are tamed, they alone can establish an effective cordon around the camp.
When someone with bad intentions approaches, the parrot will immediately fly back to alert the guards, and then the entire camp will sound the alarm and enter a state of combat readiness.
Thus, after being fed for several consecutive days, hundreds of parrots became a beautiful landscape in the camp.
Especially at the beginning, the clumsy imitation would often make people around laugh, filling the air with a joyful atmosphere.
When it came to the tenth day, the second fleet finally arrived safely, and the number of residents in the camp instantly swelled to 20,000.
This is definitely a top-notch force in the wild rainforest of Stranglethorn Vale.
It is estimated that apart from the Gurubashi trolls in Zul'Gurub and several large clans under their jurisdiction, there is no other force that can be compared with the scale of this group of refugees from the Kingdom of Lordaeron.
And humans' tools, weapons, and equipment are also more sophisticated.
Whether it was the sharp steel arrows, or the metal armor and swords that were greased and maintained and sparkled in the sun, they all formed an overwhelming advantage over the local people.
A group of murlocs living near the coastline once planned to launch a sneak attack under the cover of night.
As a result, they were completely killed by more than 3,000 novice militiamen led by more than 1,500 elite veterans who had been baptized by the Undead Scourge in Stratholme.
You must know that in order to gain a foothold in Stranglethorn Vale, the first two fleets that set out were basically filled with young and strong people who had received certain training and had combat experience.
Once they encounter danger, they can be transformed into qualified soldiers in minutes.
Thanks to early warning and roundabout encirclement, not a single one of the two thousand fishmen escaped alive.
The crude primitive weapons in their hands and the sharp teeth they were proud of could not threaten the fully armed humans who formed a formation with spears over four meters long.
Often, a rain of arrows and the piercing of long-handled weapons would cause them to fall down in large numbers.
Even if you are lucky enough to rush forward, you will be knocked to the ground by the heavily armored warrior holding a shield and be killed.
It turns out that the murlocs can pose no threat to any race that has established civilization in Azeroth.
Apart from the fact that their numbers and reproduction rate are the same as those of rats and cockroaches, they are basically useless.
After the battle, the vast coastline surrounding the entire camp suddenly became much quieter, and even the small fishing boats going out to sea no longer had to worry about being attacked or harassed.
Moreover, the bodies of the murlocs were not wasted. They were all thrown to the trained velociraptors, tigers and leopard cubs to eat.
While cleaning up the battlefield, people also found many blue pearls, a specialty of Stranglethorn Vale, on the corpses.
According to a businessman who has traveled far and wide, this thing can definitely be sold at a very high price in the capital of Lordaeron or the territory of the elves.
In the future, maybe I can consider getting some dwarf or goblin diving equipment and engage in pearl farming along the long coastline. I'm sure I'll make a fortune.
This discovery, coupled with the abundant natural resources, undoubtedly completely confirmed the saying that Stranglethorn Vale is full of gold, and made people firmly believe that life in the future will definitely be better than in the past.
In particular, merchants, nobles, and officials in the church began to look forward to how they and their families could quickly become rich after completing the immigration and migration, and become the upper ruling class of this new human kingdom.
After all, the current rationing system designed to maximize survival cannot be maintained for a long time, and sooner or later the currency and market will have to be opened up.
At that time, abundant natural resources will be able to be continuously transformed into wealth.
In comparison, ordinary people, due to their limited knowledge, can only imagine obtaining their own land and living a happy life without worries about food and clothing.
However, no one noticed that while they were fighting with the fishmen, several pairs of eyes in the jungle were hiding in the dark and observing the battle.
When humans began to celebrate their victory, these tall and thin figures quickly disappeared into the night.
About a few hours later, near the huge bonfire in the ruins of the ancient jungle in the north of Stranglethorn Vale.
A troll with short red hair slowly walked out of the darkness and said in a tone full of disgust and hatred: “I have personally confirmed it.
There are a lot of humans, and their numbers are constantly increasing.
They have many sophisticated metal weapons and armor, and it is obvious that they want to settle here and seize the land that belongs to us trolls.
We can't wait any longer.
We must gather all members of the Bloodscalp Clan to launch an attack and kill all of these damn human invaders or drive them into the sea.
Stranglethorn Vale is the territory of the trolls! Anyone who challenges this will be killed and destroyed!"
"I totally agree! Kill all those humans! Take away all the supplies! Throw them into the pot and cook them!"
Another troll warrior who also had red hair raised his hands and let out a bloodthirsty roar.
Under his leadership, other trolls around the campfire soon began shouting that they wanted to start a war to kill all the humans who came across the sea, eat their flesh, drink their blood, and pile their skulls together to make a voodoo pile.
Don’t think this is just an exaggeration!
As the most powerful troll tribe in the northern region of Stranglethorn Vale, the Bloodscalp Trolls are notoriously bloodthirsty and brutal.
Many explorers and scouts from the northern Storm Kingdom were captured by them more than once, and were dismembered alive and thrown into the pot to be eaten as food.
Because in the tradition of the trolls, killing a powerful enemy and eating it can gain the opponent's power. Even in disputes within the troll tribe, killing and eating captives is a common occurrence.
Therefore, the primitive and barbaric custom of cannibalism can be said to be quite common among the trolls in Stranglethorn Vale.
This can be seen from the piles of humanoid skulls surrounding the troll camp.
Even the Darkspear tribe, which later defected to the orcs, retained similar customs before officially joining the tribe.
In addition, since Stranglethorn Vale has a typical tropical rainforest climate, metal objects will easily rust in a humid environment no matter how carefully they are maintained, so they are very difficult to preserve.
This means that for the local trolls who lack the ability to smelt metal, bones are actually a more readily available and durable weapon material.
They also believed that weapons made from the bones of powerful enemies they had killed could give them extra strength in battle.
Many weapons such as bows, spears, and javelins are often tied to the front ends with sharpened ribs of humanoid creatures. Axe, hammer and other weapons are also made by tying a polished stone to the leg bones.
Only the elite trolls living in the city of Zul'Gurub can actually use weapons and equipment made of mithril and thorium infused with voodoo magic.
Therefore, the metal products brought by the refugees from Lordaeron are of great attraction to the Bloodscalp Trolls.
Combining all of the above factors, a war between humans and trolls is inevitable.
In just a few days, the Bloodscalp Trolls had gathered tens of thousands of people, including a troop of velociraptors and elite hunters who trained Stranglethorn Tigers as helpers.
Since they are usually divided into small tribes of about one or two hundred people and lead a primitive life of fishing, hunting and gathering, it will inevitably take a certain amount of time to gather them on a large scale.
Such a large-scale gathering and migration naturally could not be ignored, and it was even more impossible to hide it from the humans who had already controlled the largest river in the Stranglethorn Vale with their powerful ships and guns.
In addition, there were 150 goblin musketeers who were left behind by the wealthy lord of Booty Bay, Revigaz, who were very familiar with the local situation. They soon noticed the unusual movements of the Bloodscalp Trolls.
There is no doubt that anyone who knows something about the trolls' primitive and backward lifestyle knows that they are absolutely incapable of gathering thousands or even tens of thousands of people together to build a city.
Because cities mean sufficient food and a large surplus, which in turn leads to complex social division of labor.
Although the climate of the Stranglethorn Vale rainforest makes it easier to obtain food, fishing, hunting and gathering alone cannot meet the daily consumption of a city.
What's more, in addition to bringing abundant food, the hot and humid climate also has a huge disadvantage, which is that it is difficult to preserve food safely for a long time.
Fresh meat and fish will start to stink in just six or seven hours, not even a day or two, and will be completely rotten and inedible in a day at most.
Fruits can be kept for a few days if they are not fully ripe, but only a few days.
So when tens of thousands of trolls gather together, just filling their stomachs becomes a big problem. It may even lead to all the animals in a jungle hunting ground being over-hunted, making it no longer suitable for living.
This means that when they gather in the same direction on a large scale, it often means one thing: starting a war.
Combined with the fact that humans have established settlements in the northern part of Stranglethorn Vale, the answer is obvious.
"Damn it! The Bloodscalp Troll is coming for us!"
The middle-aged pastor in charge of leading the church looked at the scattered intelligence that had been gathered together, and finally couldn't help but curse in a low voice.
Although he had long known from the warnings of "God" that there were many trolls in Stranglethorn Vale and that conflicts and even wars would come between them and humans sooner or later, he never expected that it would come so soon.
The most important thing is that these trolls are much smarter and more cunning than expected.
Seeing that they had a large number of people and the support of the Booty Bay Goblin Riflemen, they did not adopt the tactics of small-scale infiltration, harassment and attack, but instead planned to go straight for a big wave.
According to information provided by the Blackwater Pirates, the number of Bloodscalp Trolls living in the north of Stranglethorn Vale ranges from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands.
Coupled with the trolls' powerful recovery and regeneration abilities, they are simply the most terrifying enemies in terrain like the Stranglethorn Rainforest.
No wonder the goblins have built their city in Booty Bay for so long but have never dared to expand their influence outward.
Because once they leave the easily defensible and difficult to attack terrain and go deep inland, their proud muskets and gunboats will become useless and they will soon be killed by the trolls that will come in like a tide.
Based on the experience gained from previous battles between humans and trolls, the best way to deal with these guys is actually magic.
Whether it is a blizzard that can reduce the opponent's charge speed, or a flame storm that can prevent the regeneration of its wounds, they can both inflict heavy damage to the trolls to the greatest extent.
Unfortunately, there are no mages in the camp at all. There are only about thirty to forty priests who use divine arts and holy light magic.
"Your Excellency, what should we do now?"
A male warrior who survived the Stratholme massacre, once served as a captain in the Alliance, and participated in the Second Orc War asked with a serious expression.
Because the holy water of the Church of the God of the Covenant saved his parents, wife and children, this high-level warrior decisively gave up everything he had in the Kingdom of Lordaeron and chose to join the church. He is now the supreme commander of the army and militia in the Stranglethorn Vale camp.
"What should we do? Of course, we should build a defense line to resist the attack of the trolls! On behalf of the church, I now grant you temporary supreme command authority, and you can mobilize any personnel and materials.
Remember, this is a test from the God of the Great Covenant to us believers, and we must win no matter what the cost.
Only in this way can we be qualified to live in this rich land and build a new home."
When saying this, the pastor did not show any hesitation or wavering, and his eyes were full of determination.
With the blessing of his devout faith, he was not afraid of difficulties and death at all.
After all, compared with the plague and undead scourge that broke out in the north, the mere trolls are really nothing to mention.
What's more, humans are not pushovers, otherwise it would be impossible for them to occupy almost all the richest lands in the eastern continent.
In terms of potential, humans are no worse than trolls. On the contrary, they can become extremely powerful through training.
In fact, in the history of the birth of various races in Azeroth, the origin of human beings is the Vrykul created by the Titans.
The source of the trolls is the new life cultivated by the Titan Guardian Freya from the ecological garden.
This category includes night elves, high elves, tauren, yaks, pandaren, bear monsters, harpies, and boarmen.
Some of these humanoid creatures with obvious animal features are generally believed to be descendants of the demigods of the wilderness.
The Centaurs, who were born later, can also be counted in this category because they are also the product of the combination of the Wild Demigod and the Elemental Lord.
So apart from the elements that have surrendered to the Old Gods, there is no so-called native life in Azeroth today. All races have evolved from the creations of the Titans, including the five guardian dragons.
As for the native life on the planet, it had long been completely exterminated by the dark empire established after the advent of the ancient gods.
Therefore, humans, trolls, elves, dwarves, gnomes, minotaurs, etc. can all be regarded as native races. At least if we trace back to the source, they were all created on this planet.
It’s just that some were born from the Creator Engine in Northrend. They were originally inorganic life forms such as steel and rock, and later became what they are now under the influence of the Curse of Flesh and Blood; others were born from the seeds of life sown in the Emerald Dream, and gained wisdom and creativity through natural evolution.
This means that the war between humans, high elves and trolls is essentially a civil war among the intelligent creatures of Azeroth.
They are of completely different nature from the orcs and ogres who emerged from Draenor through the Dark Portal and launched an aggressive war.
"I see! I know what to do now."
The commander, who was just over thirty years old, clenched his fist and hit his chest, then quickly turned and left.
Soon under his command, the people who were originally scattered around the camp to collect fruits, open up farmland, cut down trees, hunt wild animals, and catch fish and shrimp were quickly called back.
Immediately afterwards, more than 20,000 people were urgently mobilized to build defensive fortifications.
As a tropical rainforest that has never been developed on a large scale, the thing that Stranglethorn Vale has the most is trees and vines.
Therefore, piling up logs to raise the wall naturally became the simplest and cheapest measure to strengthen the defense.
At the same time, arrow towers more than four or five meters high were built around the city walls, and powerful crossbows, ballistas, catapults and cannons carried from ships were placed on them.
In order to increase long-range firepower, the church also spent a lot of money to purchase a batch of gunpowder, grenades and muskets from the goblins in Treasure Bay.
Experienced hunters dug many hidden traps around the camp and placed spikes or captured venomous snakes at the bottom.
In other places, trenches were dug and filled with boiled fat.
The joint fleet with the Blackwater Pirates was divided into two teams.
One team drove straight into the river, pointing the black muzzles of their broadside guns at the shore;
The second team will be ready to form cross fire from another direction near the coastline at any time.
No matter which direction the trolls attack from, they will inevitably be met with a salvo of terrifying gunboat fire.
This is also the reason why Zuo Si chose to set up a camp here.
Because of the river, this place is actually more like a divided peninsula.
If you have a strong fleet, you can use the advantage of artillery range to bombard enemies invading from land.
Since the Stranglethorn Vale trolls have no shipbuilding technology at all, they have no choice but to passively take the beating.
The warship can also be started at any time to take the trolls back and forth in the river like walking a dog, thereby successfully sharing the pressure on the camp.
Just as the humans were on high alert and defending themselves, the Bloodscalp Trolls, who had assembled, finally came roaring in from the north and appeared within the sight of the watchtower.
作为一个点出了种田和农业技术的种族，人类难民们在抵达荆棘谷之后就一直在开垦荒地，方圆几公里范围内的树木和杂草基本不是被烧光就是被砍光，压根没有一丁点的遮挡物。
有些开垦好的土地种子甚至都发芽了，呈现出一片郁郁葱葱的绿色。
所以巨魔压根没办法发挥他们擅长偷袭跟丛林作战的优势，只能离开茂密植物的掩护完全暴露在阳光之下。
借助瞭望塔和航海所必须的单通望远镜，人类这边轻而易举就观察到了对手的数量与装备情况。
几分钟之后，在军官们的指挥下，上千名手持火枪和弓弩的民兵站到足有三四米高的木质围墙上，紧张等待着射击命令。
高塔上的神射手更是早就做好了准备，眯起眼睛用视线测算距离。
一旦巨魔进入射程，他们立刻就会率先瞄准那些高价值的目标射出涂抹了毒药的箭矢和弹丸。
要知道在荆棘谷这个地方，不管是毒蛇、毒蛙、毒蜘蛛，还是带有剧毒的植物，数量都相当的多。
因此获取毒素非常的容易。
猎人非常喜欢在箭矢和长矛上涂抹，以狩猎那些大型的猛兽。
现在他们把这些剧毒的物质拿出来准备好好招呼一下巨魔，看看这些拥有强大恢复能力的敌人是否能顶得住毒素的侵蚀。
就算无法将其杀死，在一定程度上削弱其力量和体质也是好的。
“所有牧师听令！立刻释放神术！让我们一起沐浴在伟大契约之神的荣光下！”
教会的领导者张开双臂大喊道。
转瞬之间，分散在营寨内各个位置的牧师纷纷开始高举圣徽吟唱咒语。
大概几秒钟过后，一道道刺眼炫目的光笼罩在以牧师为中心周围所有士兵的身上。
【祝福术】！ 【反混乱法阵】！ 【祈祷术】！ ……
在这些群体神术的作用下，原本忐忑不安的新兵们迅速变得镇定下来，并且眼睛里也不再透露出恐惧情绪。
某些战斗经验丰富、实力强大的老兵和军官，甚至还能享受到【援助术】、【熊之坚韧】、【牛之力量】、【魔化武器】、【魔化防具】的加持。
几乎每一个人都能清晰的感受到自身力量在神术的作用下变得比之前更强。
尤其是资深猎人和神射手们的箭矢，在【高等魔化武器】的作用下已经开始闪烁令人毛骨悚然的幽光。
锋利的箭尖甚至能轻易穿透最坚固的钢制铠甲，更不用提巨魔所穿戴的简陋皮甲。
换成费伦大陆的野蛮人、豺狼人、大地精、兽人和半兽人在看到这种情况，恐怕早就放弃强攻的打算暂时撤退了。
毕竟如此多的牧师数量，再加上装备精良的人类士兵，就算能攻下来自己也会损失惨重。
但遗憾的是血顶巨魔压根不认识来自另外一个宇宙的神术。
而且固执头铁的性格也决定了他们根本不会轻易在战斗的时候退缩，起码在收获一场决定性的惨败之前不会。
就在人类这边神术加持完毕，当浩浩荡荡的巨魔大军终于进入五百米的范围。
下一秒……
他们突然间开始提速，从原本缓慢的推进变成了大踏步的奔跑。
尤其是从两侧冲上来的迅猛龙骑兵，还有被驯养的荆棘谷猛虎，快到简直就像是一道道残影。
咚！咚！咚！咚！咚！ 伴随着震天的战鼓声，这场人类与巨魔之间的战斗终于彻底拉开帷幕。
“开火！”
漂浮在河道和海岸线上的舰队指挥官首先反应过来，扯着嗓子向严阵以待的炮手们发布了命令。
轰！轰！轰！轰！ 只见黑洞洞的炮口顿时喷射出明亮的火光，把沉重的金属炮弹以极高速度射向岸上冲锋中的巨魔。
一名身上涂抹着鲜艳油彩倒霉的巨魔战士刚好被一颗飞过来的弹丸打中，整个身体砰的一声炸裂开化作漫天血雨和碎肉。
就连胯下的迅猛龙坐骑也同样被打断脊椎，哀嚎着倒在地上发出悲鸣。
如果你以为这就完了，那可就大错特错。
沉重的铁球在打死一个巨魔骑兵之后威势丝毫不减，又连续贯穿打碎了弹道上的六七个巨魔战士，这才终于失去惯性掉落在地上溅起大片松软的泥土。
几艘船舰炮的齐射就如同割麦子一样，瞬间让敌人密集的冲锋变得稀稀拉拉，甚至是出现了断层。
不过除了那些脑袋或心脏被打碎的倒霉蛋，大部分缺胳膊少腿的巨魔实际上并没有死，仅仅只是暂时失去了行动能力。
发狠的他们非但没有后退的意思，反而挣扎着往前爬，眼睛里闪烁着嗜血的幽光。
一轮发射完毕之后，炮手们立刻开始清洗炮膛、填装火药、塞入弹丸为下一轮射击做准备。
由于艾泽拉斯的火炮现如今都是典型的前膛装药，因此射击速度和效率并不高，哪怕是熟练炮手也要好几分钟才能填装完毕。
利用炮击的空挡，巨魔早就已经冲过炮舰的封锁线直逼营寨的木质围墙。
就在他们准备再接近一点向围墙上的人类投出致命标枪的时候，拥有更远射程的火枪、弓弩终于率先发威。
嗖！嗖！嗖！ 砰砰砰砰——
眨眼功夫好不容易冲上来的巨魔就又倒下了一大片。
但也仅仅只是倒下而已，跟遭受炮击的时候一样，他们根本没有死，很快就带着箭矢和射入体内的弹丸爬起来，满身是血的开始攀爬围墙。
还有的则被床弩粗壮的箭矢穿透，死死钉在地上疯狂挣扎，哪怕肠子都流出来也仍旧生龙活虎。
如此毛骨悚然的景象无疑深深震撼到了那些从未与巨魔战斗过的新兵。
为了防止有太多巨魔冲上来造成巨大伤亡，最高指挥官立刻给箭塔上的神射手下达命令，让他们火箭点燃外围沟壑里灌满的油脂。
还不到半分钟的左右，一道熊熊燃烧的火焰隔离带便凭空冒出，成功阻挡了巨魔后续部队源源不断的冲击。
可即便如此，围墙上的士兵仍旧要跟不管是身高还是力量都占据压倒性优势的敌人展开白刃战。
“稳住！稳住！不要怕！用你们手中的长矛给我狠狠地刺！最好不要让巨魔爬上来！”
在军官声嘶力竭的吼叫声中，手持长矛的士兵居高临下试图把攀爬围墙的敌人捅下去。
如果是对付兽人，这种攻击显然是非常有效的。
因为一旦被锋利的矛尖刺穿，即便是强壮的兽人也会受伤乃至死亡。
可问题是这一招对巨魔显然并不太好用。
除非能够准确的戳中脑袋或是心脏，不然即便是看上去非常可怕的伤口，也会在半分钟乃至几秒钟的时间里迅速止血愈合。
某些疯狂的巨魔甚至会用自己的身体作为诱饵任由长矛穿过，再绷紧肌肉让人类士兵无法把武器拔出，反手抓住矛柄用力把后者从城墙上拽下来，由后边的同伴补刀将其杀死。
拥有速度优势的迅猛龙骑兵和驯养的荆棘谷猛虎，更是纵身一跃就能跳过四米高的木质围墙，冲进远程射手的队伍中制造杀伤。
虽然绝大部分都是只是受伤，很快便在牧师的治疗下成功止血，但却成功制造混乱让远程攻击变得没有之前那么密集。
巨魔们则在巫术的帮助下从火焰隔离带中打开一条通道，将悍不畏死的战士源源不断输送过去形成宛如浪潮一样一波接一波的冲击。
尽管他们没有像攻城塔、撞城锤这样的攻城武器，最多只有一些用木头打造的单手盾牌，每次冲锋都要顶着箭矢、火枪和舰炮的轮番打击，可造成的威胁却一点都不小。
尤其是巫医加持的某种嗜血法术，使其可以完全感知不到疼痛，彻底变成只知道杀戮的野兽。
有的巫医还会冒险在战士的保护下冲到城墙根的视觉盲区释放治疗图腾。
如此一来，受伤的巨魔战士就能在自身恢复能力与魔法治疗的双重加持下变得及其难以被杀死。
秘术师们则躲在后边射出威力惊人的刺眼闪电魔法，稍有不慎被击中便会立刻重伤。
至于人类这边虽然死亡的数量并不多，可受伤的人数却在快速攀升。
要不是之前储存了足够多的圣水和治疗药剂，光靠牧师治疗显然是远远不够的。
眼见情况越来越危急，身为本地教会领导者的主教立刻站出来释放了自己掌握的唯一一个七环神术。
As a large amount of magic power was drained from his body, he slowly stretched out his hand and pointed lightly towards the place where the largest number of trolls were in the distance.
moment!
A huge shining rune fell from the sky and appeared out of thin air above the ground.
Since a large number of trolls were charging at them, they had no time to dodge or escape from the area, and they instantly stepped on it, triggering the rune.
boom!!!!!!!!
Before anyone could react, the flashing talisman exploded instantly, affecting a huge area.
All the trolls within the range were immediately unable to move as if they were hit by an immobilization spell.
If you observe carefully, you will find that their pupils are greatly dilated, as if they have sensed something soul-shaking, so much so that they don't react at all when the guys rushing from behind bump into them.
As a result, the trolls fell one after another under the series of collisions, and the scene became very chaotic for a while.
The reloaded naval guns quickly seized the opportunity and plowed through the group of troll warriors who were lying on the ground and unable to move.
The flying limbs, organs, flesh and blood directly dyed the surrounding land dark red.
I believe that the crops and vegetables grown on this land will be exceptionally delicious in the coming years.
Obviously, this spell is the famous [Badge of Stunning] among the seven-ring magic.
Unless the affected organism is of a high enough level, it will become a lamb to be slaughtered in a matter of minutes.
Such a powerful magic obviously frightened the troll, slowing down its attack momentum.
After clearing out the trolls near the wall, the humans could finally take a breath.
However, church leaders are well aware that the crisis has not been resolved.
Although the Bloodscalp Trolls lost many warriors in the attack, it was obviously far from being seriously injured considering the huge number of them that had gathered.
Once the visibility range becomes lower at night, they will be able to immediately exert a power that is ten times more terrifying than it is now.
The church leaders felt terrified just by imagining thousands of trolls suddenly emerging from the darkness, climbing over the city walls and rushing into the camp at lightning speed.
There is no doubt that with the current strength of human beings, it is obviously very difficult to withstand the siege of the Bloodscalp Trolls.
Even if they can hold on in the end, I'm afraid that more than 70% of the 20,000 people will suffer casualties.
There are only two choices before them now.
One is to ask God for help, the other is to abandon the camp, supplies and reclaimed farmland, and everyone board the ship to hide at sea.
However, before the church leaders could come to any conclusion, a portal suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the small square in the center of the camp.
Following closely, a group of high elves with either handsome or beautiful appearance came out from the other side, surrounding Zuo Si and Jia Liya.
"My Lord, why are you here?"
The leading bishop hurried over, put one hand on his chest and bowed deeply, expressing his respect to this young man who was apparently the "chosen son of God" but was actually the incarnation of God himself.
"Because I know you and this camp need help. So, how are the casualties after the battle with the Stranglethorn Vale trolls?"
As Zuo Si asked, he looked around at the wounded who were lying on the ground groaning in pain, as well as the militiamen who looked nervous.
It goes without saying that, apart from a small number of veterans who participated in the Second World War, the rest of the civilians were frightened by the trolls' powerful regenerative ability and fearless fighting style.
Don’t be fooled by the fact that in the game, players spend their days eating, sleeping, and fighting trolls. They even joked that expansion packs without fighting trolls are not fun.
But in reality, trolls are definitely one of the most terrifying enemies. Even the violent orcs who have drunk the blood of demons cannot compare with them.
Its amazing regeneration ability is simply a nightmare for all melee combatants.
Without enough mages to cast large-scale destructive magic, the trolls can easily overwhelm an equal number of human infantry on the battlefield.
And the trolls' injuries are only temporary.
As long as you have enough food and drink after the war, even broken limbs will grow back in no time.
But it is not so easy to cure human disabilities.
"We lost about 160 people, but the number of people who were injured and unable to recover for the time being is over 1,700 or 1,800. I am extremely sorry that I failed to fulfill my duty and let you down."
The bishop lowered his head with a look of painful self-blame.
But Zuo Si smiled and shook his head and consoled him: "No, it's not your fault, and I think you and these believers who fought bravely have done a good enough job. As for the next things, leave it to them."
"Leave it to... them?"
The bishop was obviously stunned and quickly raised his head to look at the high elves who were behaving very strangely.
Although the high elves are rich in powerful wizards, he obviously does not think that such a small number of people can deal with the aggressive army of blood-scalp trolls outside.
"Haha, you don't have to worry, because the pattern of war has changed from now on."
After saying that, Zuo Si nodded slightly to the elves.
The latter understood instantly, quickly drank the invisibility potion, jumped off the wooden wall with the bag full of potions, and ran straight towards the camp of the Bloodscalp Trolls in the distance.
In just about half an hour, they mixed a large amount of transformation potion into the water jar.
When the thirsty troll warrior drank the water, he immediately fell to the ground and rolled around in pain.
When they began to show obvious changes in size on a large scale, panic quickly spread among the remaining bloodscalp trolls.
No one could figure out what was going on. They thought it was some kind of disease or curse, and asked witch doctors to treat it.
Others simply killed their compatriots, who were becoming increasingly strange, without mercy to prevent the terrible curse and disease from spreading further.
Faced with the raised butcher knife, the elves that had completed the transformation dared not stay and wait for punishment. At the call of a certain leader, they launched a rebellion and escaped by killing their way out.
However, no one knew that this so-called leader was actually a spy deliberately planted by Zuo Si.
Since the appearance and features of the trolls and elves are completely different from before, no one can recognize each other now.
In addition, the sudden situation caused them to be confused and unable to calm down and think. In the end, they were unknowingly forced by people with ulterior motives to break away from the troll race and start to move towards independence...
(End of this chapter)