On the wall of the fortress, Alsace leaned on his warhammer and observed the forest not far away, where countless birds were frightened away - the troll troops had arrived at the forest in front of the Bandinorel barrier, and they were facing the elves. The territory is eyeing.
All preparations in the fortress were in full swing, and Arthas was holding a telescope to see if he could see some troll movements.
But the forest around Quel'Thalas was too tall and dense. After trying for a few minutes, except that he could vaguely see some trolls, he could not get any effective information at all.
Putting down the telescope, Arthas gave up the plan of observing on his own and decided to wait for the elven scouts to investigate.
At this moment, Uther came over with a roll of information.
"Arthas, just now Ms. Windrunner's rangers came to inform us that the number of trolls is indeed about 8,000, most of them are ordinary troll warriors, and there are one or two thousand headhunters. As for spellcasters and witch doctors, , there are only a few people, and the leader seems to be the chief of some tribe."
"I understand, teacher," Alsace took the information and browsed through it. "It seems like the troll just wants to give it a try and doesn't have high hopes."
"Yes, this is indeed in line with Zuljin's behavior." Uther knew the important figures in the orc tribe very well. He also believed that Zuljin sent this team just to block the tribe. other people's mouths.
"The trolls have no siege weapons. With their crude spears and throwing axes, they cannot threaten the magic wall of the fortress."
Arthas watched as the elves set up mana crystal bases one after another on the city walls - these bases, after being plugged into the mana crystals, would continuously fire low-level arcane arrows at the enemy, which could be understood as a magic version of a fort. Or a crossbow.
"Let the soldiers guard the city walls and gates, and leave the rest to the elf rangers and musketeers. Don't worry about your bullets and gunpowder. Give them all a hard beating!"
"As you command, Your Highness the Prince!"
"This battle needs to be finished by the cavalry and the paladins. Teacher, I will leave them to you to lead them. I will guard the city wall to prevent the trolls from jumping up again in some weird way."
"Very good, I'll do as you say." Uther agreed very much with Alsace's deployment.
The outcome of this battle was destined to be no suspense - the troll chief didn't know which tribe he belonged to, and he thought he was here to avenge the priests, but he didn't know that they were just a bunch of victims.
At the same time as the battle started, deep in Zul'Aman, Zul'jin was facing another round of cynicism from Malacath, "Ha, Zul'jin, is this the hunt you are talking about? Haraz, not only did he not catch the sharp point, The Ranger General with ears even got himself involved!"
"And you also asked that hapless little chief to bring more than 8,000 rubbish, and sent them out for revenge under the pretext of claiming revenge. Are you sure you are not going to die?"
Malacath didn't care about the life or death of those troops at all. They were just the eliminated ones among the Amani trolls. They just reduced the useless population and recovered some of their flesh and blood to sacrifice to the gods. He just wanted to mock Zul'jin.
"Shut up, Malacath, I'm listening to the voice of the Lynx God." Zul'jin scolded loudly, and then closed his one eye again.
After hearing Zul'jin's words, Malakas stopped sarcastically, not because he was afraid of Zul'jin, but because they would ensure that they were sufficiently humble when facing the Loa gods.
The silence lasted for about three minutes, and Zuljin suddenly spoke, "There is an unusual guy among humans. The Lynx God saw in him the same power as Bwonsamdi."
"Bwonsamdi?!"
Malacath's face was full of shock - Bwonsamdi is the god of death believed by the ancient trolls. In addition to his love for making deals, this god's biggest feature is the strange and powerful power of death.
He is far more powerful and mysterious than the ordinary Loa gods. In ancient times that are even more distant than the Amani Empire, his belief spread almost throughout Azeroth, even among the trolls, the most noble and ancient Zanda The Ra clan also has followers of Bwonsamdi.
The power represented by the God of Death is undoubtedly the power of death, but this power is not even possessed by many priests of Bwonsamdi. After the Zandalar trolls have been isolated from the world for tens of thousands of years, Malacath is almost dead Forget about this ancient Loa.
Of course Zuljin also knew about Bwonsamdi. He stared at Malacas, "It is impossible for a human to believe in Loa. That human cannot be related to Bwonsamdi, but even the Lynx God is afraid of his power. We No more priests can be sent out to hunt him.”
"Why? Although Haraz's strength is not weak, he is best at assassination and hunting. He is not as good as other priests in frontal combat."
"The human tried to bind part of the soul of the Lynx God, and he almost succeeded. We can't take the risk." Zul'jin told Malacas the truth.
"If that's the case... at least we can't send any more priests, as that may harm the god itself." Malakas understood what Zul'jin meant.
"We have eliminated most of the dissenting voices through this war. No matter what the outcome is, at least the most basic goal has been achieved. There is no need to fight with the elves."
After Zuljin sent away the Lynx God, he sat on the stone chair and said, "Let's leave it like this for now. The elves are very lucky. We need to cultivate ourselves. At least in the past few years, we should not cause any more big conflicts."
"It will take at least ten years for the gods to fully recover their power, and the priests can truly exert their full divine power."
"When that time comes, the Amani Empire will be revived!"
The Hex Lords had no objection to this - the Amani trolls had been waiting for thousands of years and didn't care to wait ten more years.
The battle at Farstrider Fortress lasted for a whole day. When the sun set again and the twin moons rose in the night, the trolls fled back to the forest in embarrassment with the corpses of their compatriots.
Fierce cheers erupted on the city wall. The trolls attacked fearlessly and rushed to the fortress wall several times, but were suppressed back by the coalition forces. They suffered hundreds of casualties and cost the trolls four lives. Five thousand casualties.
Arthas stood on the city wall, his armor covered with scratches and bloodstains, but the holy light on his war hammer was still dazzling. He stared at the direction in which the trolls were fleeing, and there seemed to be some doubts in his brows.
"We are victorious, Your Highness!" the soldiers of Lordaeron shouted excitedly.
Arthas temporarily suppressed his doubts, and after responding to the soldiers' rising emotions, he found his teacher Uther.
"Alsace, you did a great job." Uther did not hesitate to praise him. He fully recognized Alsace's performance in this support operation.
"I just did what I should do, teacher. After this failure of the trolls, it is likely that there will be no more large-scale invasion activities in the next few years."
Arthas thought for a moment and decided to tell Uther his doubts, "But I think they may be plotting something bigger."
"You mean those trolls want to bring back the corpses of other trolls regardless of casualties?"
"Yes, the trolls are not in the habit of collecting the corpses of their comrades on the battlefield, not to mention that they are obviously from different clans, but they even paid greater casualties in order to take away some of the corpses."
"What do you think they are for?" Uther asked.
"Sacrifice - it's probably a grand sacrifice, so that their gods can recover their strength faster." Arthas didn't say another thing - the soul vision brought to him by the power of death, allowing him to I saw the souls of the dead trolls gathering into the depths of the primeval forest.
All the casualties caused by this war to the trolls will be turned into nutrients for their gods, so the price paid by the trolls is not as high as imagined.
Arthas knew that it was very likely that within ten years, the Amani trolls would come out to cause trouble again. By that time, they would not be making small troubles like this time. By then, the entire Quel'Thalas and Lordaeron may be under huge threat.
But at least this also bought Lordaeron at least ten years of breathing time - if the elven Farstrider troops and Sylvanas all died in this battle, the entire southern forest of Quel'Thalas would never be peaceful. By then, Lordaeron, which borders Quel'Thalas, will definitely not feel comfortable.
"Sooner or later, the bloody and barbaric rituals of the trolls will be punished by justice," Uther said solemnly. No human being with normal concepts would have a good impression of the trolls, let alone one with kindness and kindness. The righteous paladin.
"There will be a day, teacher, but now we can enjoy the joy of victory."
"You are right. I will truthfully report your important contribution in this battle to His Majesty Tenaris. I believe your father will also be happy about it."
While the two paladins were talking, one of the two archmages accompanying the army came towards Uther. He took out a magic document and handed it to Uther.
Uther picked it up, looked at it, and nodded, "His Majesty Tenaris has received the news of our victory under the summons of the mages. He asked us to rest in Quel'Thalas for three days before returning to Lordaeron. "
"That's great news. I happen to need to attend a celebration party for Ms. Windrunner."
Uther was stunned for a moment, "When did she invite you?"
"Just yesterday, after I got back the head of the troll priest," Arthas replied, "Teacher, do you want to come with me?"
"Forget it, I don't really like attending banquets." Uther seemed to have remembered something and refused the proposal.
Arthas was not surprised. Uther rarely even attended the banquets of human nobles. Except for invitations from his Silver Hand colleagues and himself, he rarely appeared at banquets. This great knight preferred to train alone. Your own holy light.
