In the Battle of Zul'Aman that year, most of the Amani senior leaders died for their country along with the warlord Dakara. Only the Lynx Priest Harraz and the Dragon Eagle Priest Gaia Lai managed to escape with their headquarters.
Without the base of Zul'Aman, the remnants of the Amani were nothing more than rootless drifters.
The remnants of the Amani depended on others to live a very difficult life. Under the ruthless impact of reality, the arrogance of being the master clan of forest trolls had long since disappeared.
Mossrot trolls are also a large clan of forest trolls.
Compared to the Amani clan, the green skin of the mossrot trolls is slightly duller.
Except for the most eye-catching towering altar, there are no stone buildings in Zumashal, and there are shabby wooden shacks everywhere.
Not to mention compared with the high elves, the demolished ruins of Zul'Aman looked more civilized than here.
From this we can see how miserable the Moss Trolls were under the oppression of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.
No wonder they have such a deep hatred for humans, even overtaking the feuding high elves.
There is a saying that a tiger falls down and is bullied by a dog.
Today's Gayalai and Harraz can certainly understand the meaning of this sentence.
After the death of Warlord Dakara, the Amani completely declined, and their capital, Zul'Aman, was demolished on the order of Kael'thas.
After the altars of Dragon Eagle and Lynx Loa collapsed, Gajarai and Harraz, who had usurped the power of the two Loa, were instantly knocked back to their original forms.
With the blessing of the power of Loa, they barely have the strength close to the legendary level.
But now, these two people are just ordinary elite priests.
Fortunately, the chief and chief witch doctor of the Rotten Moss Trolls led their troops to fight, otherwise these Amani trolls, who were starved to death, would not dare to resist at all.
All the young men of the Rotten Moss clan went out with the chief and the witch doctor, and those who stayed in Zumashal were mostly old, young, women and children.
With the current remaining strength of the Moss Trolls, it is impossible to defeat the brightly armored Dragon Knights.
A man who knows the current affairs is a wise man. The retired old witch doctor of the previous generation did not hesitate to order the hunt and kill the Amani trolls who had taken refuge here. Give them to the high elves in exchange for the safety of their people.
The Moss Rotten Troll didn't have a good impression of these distant relatives.
When they first escaped, these Amani trolls always looked arrogant when facing them.
Under the pressure of life, Amani gradually lowered her arrogant head and became low-key and pragmatic.
As long as they keep this group of people, the Moss Trolls will have to pay extra for food, which will undoubtedly make things worse for the already poor Moss Trolls.
The old witch doctor had rich life experience and knew what the chief was planning. All he wanted was a status.
As long as the overlord clan Amani is still there, the moss trolls can command the forest trolls under the banner of Amani.
As for whether other clans will listen, that is another matter.
After all, status is just status, and forest trolls will not really regard status as more important than strength.
In the final analysis, it still depends on whose fist is bigger.
The reputation can only be used to make the final decision when there is no difference in strength. It cannot help the Moss Troll improve its immediate combat effectiveness.
The old witch doctor saw clearly.
Although the Rotten Moss Clan is still prosperous, under the long-term suppression of Lordaeron, they are unable to compete with the Deadwood Clan and the Evil Branch Clan, which occupy the great territory of Nuo.
Now that the high elves have come to the door and asked them to hand over the remnants of Amani by name, the old witch doctor certainly won't be stupid and decided to do it without saying a word.
At the moment, he can only pray to the Loa gods he believes in, hoping that the high elves will keep their word, capture the remnants of Amani, and spare the old, weak, sick and disabled people in Zumashal.
Sarlayan and the Red Dragon Knight hovered in the air and watched the noobs pecking each other.
Although the chief of the Rotten Moss clan had other plans for Amani who had defected to him, they were still close to each other after all.
As the leader of the Rotten Moss clan, the first thing he needs to feed is his own clansmen. If there is excess food, he will distribute it to the Amani trolls who live here.
This resulted in most of the Amani trolls having sallow faces and thin skin. Only a few leaders with higher status, such as Harraz and Jayalai, looked smooth and smooth.
Without the power of Loa, Gayarai and Harraz seemed to have lost their former self-confidence. They performed very poorly on the battlefield and were beaten by the senile old witch doctor alone.
Finally, the old witch doctor caught a flaw exposed by Harraz and quickly cast a spell to turn him into a frog jumping all over the ground.
Then he changed hands and saw a long-charged lightning chain.
The panicked Harraz subconsciously ran away in the direction of Gaya Lai, and ran right into the ejection range of the lightning chain.
The electric arc jumped back and forth between Harraz and Jayalai. Jayalai, who had been tricked by his pig teammates, looked ferocious and wanted to roar and complain, but at this time his whole body was so electric that he could not move and could not even say a word. come out.
The two leaders were easily captured in a two-on-one battle. The Amani troll, which was already weak from hunger, suddenly lost its will to resist and surrendered, abandoning its crude weapons and holding its head.
"Hu~hu~"
The old witch doctor was old. Although he still had experience, time was not forgiving. After the battle, he held his staff and panted tiredly.
The Moss Rotten Troll was so good at it, Sharlayan couldn't break his promise.
Under the pleading gaze of the old witch doctor, Sarlayan waved his hand to the dragon knights to go down and arrest him.
The Red Dragon Knights are well-trained and follow orders and prohibitions.
They ignored the old, weak, sick and disabled members of the Rotten Moss clan who were screaming and running away, and specifically targeted the Amani trolls.
Each baby dragon can pick up two people at once with its thick hind claws.
The dragon knights followed Sarlayan's orders and threw the howling Amani trolls into the forest outside Zumashal, leaving a small group of guards behind while the others continued to repeat the work.
"Oni, take this and run to the Salas gate for me."
Sharlayan handed Onyxia a badge bearing the Sunstrider Phoenix family crest.
Onyxia immediately guessed Sarlayan's plan: "Let the Salas gate send someone to pick up the prisoners?"
"Yes, please remind them not to kill these Amani trolls."
"These people are evidence that we sent troops to help Lordaeron. We will let the people of Lordaeron see it after the riot subsides."
"Ha~"
Onyxia pointed at Sarlayan with a half-smile: "You are getting worse and worse... But I like it, let's go."
Just as Leleza predicted, this special military operation did not take much time and energy.
With the assistance of the border guards at the Salas Gate, the group of Amani trolls that had escaped were finally captured and brought back, and they could successfully join forces with their compatriots.
After the victory in the Battle of Zul'Aman, Kael'thas did not slaughter all the Amani trolls.
He only ordered that the trolls with a stronger will to resist be killed to scare the monkeys, leaving behind the captives who were submissive.
These prisoners are distributed in multiple mines in Yonge Forest and are engaged in heavy mining work.
Although they lost their freedom and became slaves, they could still have enough to eat, and they might have a better life than the fugitives who were avoiding the disaster of Zumashal.
While Sarlayan was doing it quickly, Valeela, who was escorting the food caravan to Stratholme City, also opened.
Sure enough, the food caravan was attacked in a round as soon as it reached the Northland sentry tower.
Most of the remaining soldiers at the Northland Watchtower were taken away by Baron Rivendell who went on an expedition, leaving only a dozen soldiers.
When the caravan arrived at the Northland sentry tower, these soldiers had already died violently, and the assailants were still entrenched around the sentry tower and did not leave.
In this round of attacks, Valeera did not take action personally, and the thieves of the Backlight Blade obeyed the orders and remained restrained, sneaking next to them and motionless.
Lelessa arranged a hundred regular troops as escorts for this food caravan. These bandits wandering in the mountains and forests were no match for the regular troops of Quel'Thalas.
After trying to hit the rocks with eggs, the bandits left more than 20 corpses and fled.
Valeela guessed that this round of attacks was just a test, to test the combat effectiveness of the caravan guards.
As Valeera expected, when they continued to move forward and reached the last three-way intersection in front of the Stratholme gate, the caravan encountered a more intense ambush.
This time it was no longer a human bandit, but a real demon that attacked.
Under the shout of a doomsday guard, more than 20 demon guards jumped out from behind the mountain col at the same time, raised their giant swords and charged towards the caravan.
The caravan guards had been notified long ago that there would never be peace along the way.
After the attack, they did not panic. They put up a defensive formation as usual and entangled the menacing demon guards.
"Valeera, do we want to take action too?"
"No rush, just wait."
Valeela narrowed her eyes and looked at the leading doomsday guard: "This guy is probably not the real leader. Be careful not to be caught by the demon hiding in the dark."
"yes!"
