The outer defenses of the Terminator Fortress are basically completed, and humans are increasingly raiding the outer reaches of the Troll Deadwood Clan. Farmland was trampled, villages were burned, and their people were slaughtered. The troll rulers of Shadralo finally realized that this was not a friction between two races, but a war. And he is the one being invaded.
"In just two months, we have lost at least 800 tribesmen. We must deal a heavy blow to those humans to let them know that the Hinterlands belong to the trolls!" A priest from Shadralo shouted at the rally. .
"But where do we recruit soldiers from? The patriarch doesn't agree with us going out of the mountains to build Shadraluo. Lord Sacrifice, do you expect Haka's lackeys from Sinsaro to help us?" A warrior wearing thick leather armor asked.
"Shadra will protect us," answered another priest.
"Yes, the Poison Lord has made our spears and bows unstoppable, but what about food? Do you want us to use the Poison Lord's venom to make soup? Humans have destroyed half of our farmland, and you expect to rely solely on hunting Can you feed the entire people of Shadralo with wild fruits?" Another troll wearing a feather crown asked.
"Kill those humans and make them into dried meat. We can eat it until next year." The arrogant man shouted.
"Didn't I say that Master Yimasko and two hunters wiped out twenty humans? What are we afraid of?" The echoer clenched his fists tightly in an attempt to increase his persuasiveness.
"Then the entire patrol was wiped out," the opponents taunted.
"You coward!" someone began to curse.
"That's enough. Let's gather the manpower first and build a peripheral defense line outside Shadralo. I will ask the great Shadra for an oracle." Seeing that the situation was a little out of control, the high priest made the final decision. "
"High Priest, I have no intention of questioning your decision. But if the patriarch does not give us help, it will be difficult for Shadraluo to fight against the invaders alone. Even if women are allowed to take up arms, we can only assemble an army of two thousand people at most. But To rely on two thousand men to attack a human fortress is murder." A priest leaning in the shadows came out.
"Food, high priest, if we gather all the tribesmen into the city, our food will only be enough for three months. If the remaining farmland is also destroyed by humans, how will we spend this winter." The first leather armor The warrior asks the most critical questions.
"I will hold a sacrificial ceremony, and Shadra will protect us." After the high priest finished speaking, he closed his eyes and had no intention of speaking anymore.
While the trolls of Shadralo were quarreling, there were also disputes with huge differences of opinion in the Terminator Fortress.
"General Odrun, what gave you the confidence to split your troops into three directions?" Carlos couldn't believe his ears.
"Sir Carlos, the trolls are losing ground. As long as their farmland is cleared, the White Scourge (General Winter) can destroy those long-tusked monsters. This war will be over. Why do we need soldiers to fight an attack?" City battle?" Odrun asked confidently.
Of course it's for the gold in the tomb!
"General, trolls are a half-farming, half-hunting race. The cliffs that are insurmountable for humans are just large mountain cols in the eyes of trolls. You want to drive these trolls out of the mountains of the Hinterlands. So where will they go? Arathi or Hilbrad." Apostle Carlos convinced Odrun.
"Traveling thousands of miles to attack us? Are the trolls crazy?" Odrun disagreed with Carlos's conclusion.
"General, don't you understand? This war has gone on so far, and there is no room to stop. Only one side, the trolls and us, us humans, can survive." Carlos took a deep breath.
"We have killed close to a thousand trolls. It is foreseeable that the White Disaster will kill more trolls than this number. We have avenged His Highness Prince Jerio, His Excellency, the second heir to the throne." General Odrun I was a little unhappy with Carlos's entanglement.
Someone handed me the bonigoto and told me to stab the elm head to death. Carlos simply can't understand what these guys who call themselves pure soldiers think. Is your external thinking circuit insufficiently charged? This expedition, which cost hundreds of thousands of gold coins, was just to build a string of fortresses in the large forests of the Hinterlands and kill two thousand trolls?
"Listen, General, the majesty of the Kingdom of Alterac cannot be repaired by the civilians among the trolls. His Highness Jerryo died at the sacrifice of the trolls, so we have to attack Shadralo and destroy their altar. , kill their priests. Only in this way can the majesty of the kingdom be maintained." Carlos used the last of his rationality to maintain a calm tone.
General Odrun thought for a while and agreed with Carlos' statement.
"I have to admit that what you said makes sense, so let us destroy their cities and destroy their altars."
The coalition forces have stayed in the great forest of the Hinterlands for almost half a year. The soldiers endured the heat and humidity, and the nobles endured boredom. General Odrun's desire to end the war as soon as possible actually represents the thoughts of a large number of people.
In order to weaken the tribe in future wars, Carlos convinced his father to invest in an outright war. But Carlos is really not sure whether the tomb gold that exists in the game actually exists. When Alex broke his promise, his father would only smile and comfort Carlos. But if gold was used to boost the morale of the army, but after breaking through Shadraro, it was found that the promise could not be fulfilled, Carlos's noble reputation would be over. Carlos, whose reputation is bankrupt, will be marginalized in the future league, which he cannot accept.
This meeting was just a small meeting of powerful figures within the Alterac army, with not many participants. After determining the final target, Odrun and his officers quickly formulated a new battle plan. The plan is no longer to divide the troops into three groups to sweep away the trolls' sphere of influence, but to deploy a thousand soldiers to set up new camps in the open areas away from the forest to echo the Terminator Fortress, mobilize cavalry troops to rush to the front line, and prepare to defeat the main troll force in the field. , and then attack the empty city.
"Sir Carlos, if you agree with this plan, then we will unify our stance at tomorrow's general combat meeting." General Odrun smiled confidently.
"No problem." Although it was not the most stable combat plan in Carlos's mind, it was far better than the initial three-way division of troops.
"We will end the war before this year's new wine is opened," General Odrun promised.
(We will end the war before Christmas - MacArthur
"Hehe, hehe." Carlos didn't know how to respond when he heard such flagrant words.
Eighty miles away in Shadraluo, the high priest used all the prisoners in the dungeon for blood sacrifice, and half of the residents of Shadraluo prostrated under the altar to pray.
"We will surely win, Shadra bless the Deadwood Clan!"
Raising the scarlet ceremonial dagger, the high priest let out a roar that heralded victory.
