Remember in one second to provide you with wonderful novels to read. Zumashal's coup took place in the middle of the night.
A small group of humans rushed into Zumashal, killed people and set fire to the residential area of the troll dignitaries. In the chaos, they killed the naked leader of the Badmoss tribe and the warlord Moranduo.
If it goes according to plan, it has been a great success.
Well, according to the planned script, it was indeed a great success.
But plans never change quickly.
"Priest Ilsavans colluded with humans to murder the clan leader and the Grand Overseer. Surround them. Don't let that traitor go!"
When Priest Mihayd appeared at the chaotic scene with Marika's head, Ilsavans felt the deep malice from the God of Destiny.
"Retreat to the high altar!" Mr. Duya looked at the stunned priestess, grabbed her hand, and dragged her away like a dog, fighting and retreating with the human commandos, and retreated to sacrifice. high tower.
"Hahahahaha, so happy, you will never be lonely if you join His Majesty's special force!" The commander of the human team said with emotion after repelling the menacing first attack of the troll.
"Are all alliance commanders monsters? I can't laugh it off." Mr. Duya gasped.
After connecting with Ilsavans's followers and the remaining human soldiers, less than two hundred people were trapped on the altar high platform.
"Master Priest, what should we do now?" Ilsavans' loyal guard Hamil asked, and the other trolls also looked at their priestess.
"I have no idea……"
The sudden turn of events caused the priestess Irsa Wens to completely lose her bearings.
"You must know that everyone gathered together because of you. You can say something or promise anything. You are the priestess and the current ruler of Zumashal." Mr. Duya persuaded.
"Are you mocking me! mocking my innocence! mocking my incompetence!"
Elsa Wens suddenly lost control of her emotions, catching everyone unexpectedly off guard.
"The disgusting, repulsive patriarch who was in heat all year round is dead. His illegitimate son Moranduo is dead. Victory is just around the corner. Marika is also dead, and Mikhail I never looked down upon. A desperate comeback, hahaha, I have no choice. No more, are you happy?" Elsa Wens shouted loudly and gave up on herself.
"Hey, Brother Duya, what are these troll bitches doing?" The human commander asked curiously as he could not understand the troll language.
"My concubine is dead." Mr. Duya felt that Ilsa Wens' emotional collapse was inexplicable. Dealing with the human commander casually.
"Oh, the emotional world of trolls is so complicated."
After the human commander finished speaking, all the human soldiers laughed.
"Why are you laughing?" Hamill asked confused and angrily.
"In your eyes, the coup failed and Mikhail became the final winner. You are desperate and you are lost. But in the eyes of humans, we succeeded." Mr. Duya explained.
"Success? There is only one road in this place. We are trapped and there is no need to attack. As long as we block the way out, we will die of thirst and starvation. Success?" Ilsa Wens sarcastically said in a vicious tone.
"The human man you made an agreement with is thirsty to death, Carlos Barov." Duya said calmly.
"The Troll Executioner?"
The trolls on the high altar began to commotion when they heard the name.
"Being his enemy is a sad thing. But being his friend is a lucky thing. Just wait, it's not time to despair yet. Michal, take care of the priestess and rest, Ilsa Mr. Wens is tired." Mr. Duya finished. Then he whispered in Hamil's ear and added, "Don't let her do stupid things."
"Women, whether human or troll, are so troublesome. If you have a chance, find an elf to try." The human commander was watching the fun and making unscrupulous remarks. ←Baidu search→【←书のRead
Overnight, Mihayid integrated Zumashal's forces, and after dawn, he began to attack the high altar.
Faced with Mikhail's request to talk to Ilsawens, Mr. Duya and Hamil had the same reaction. Flying knives and rocks serve.
"What are you doing? This is a chance for reconciliation!" Ilsaviens shouted.
"Woman, don't be stupid, there is no chance of reconciliation."
"Master Priest, now we can only believe that humans will not abandon their compatriots."
Although Mr. Duya and Hamill had different starting points, their judgments were exactly the same.
In one morning, Mihaed's forces launched six attacks, inflicting more than half of the human troll coalition forces that retreated on the sacrificial platform with casualties.
"Try this." The human commander handed Mr. Duya a cigarette. "It is a high-end product grown in the Arathi Highlands. It is good for relieving the spirit when you are tired and nervous."
"I'm not nervous." Mr. Duya replied.
"But you are tired," the human commander said.
I understood that this human wanted to talk. Although Mr. Duya didn't like cigarettes, he still lit it up obediently, and then...
"Cough cough cough cough."
"If you've never smoked before, go slow the first time."
"What do you want to say? Just say it." Mr. Duya still doesn't understand the human culture of smoking, drinking and making friends.
"How many trolls do you think there are down there?"
"The total number of trolls in Zumashal is between three thousand and four thousand. Counting the men brought by the dead clan leader and those who died in the civil strife last night, there are still about four thousand."
Mr. Duya made an estimate and gave the answer.
"Then how many people does Your Majesty need to bring to rescue us?"
Unable to answer, Duya and Vicious Tooth could not answer this question, so they had to remain silent.
"I'm just asking. If you choose to be a soldier, you no longer regard yourself as a human being. Don't worry about it. I am also a fool to seek comfort from a troll." The human commander smiled mockingly to himself.
"It will come. The Carlos Barov I know is a man who values his reputation more than his life and the lives of his subordinates more than his own. He can send his men to carry out narrow-death missions in order to win the war. mission, but I will never send my men to die." Mr. Duya said firmly.
"Hahaha, to be able to serve His Majesty who has been praised by trolls who have been enemies for generations, the Sa family will have no regrets in their career!" said the human commander.
In a desperate situation, praising His Majesty Carlos was like praising himself, and the human commander didn't feel embarrassed at all.
"There's something going on outside!" Michal suddenly shouted.
Hearing Hamil's cry, even Elsa Wens stood up.
As the highest point of Zumashal, the sacrificial platform has a wide natural view. The people who were trapped on it found that the trolls of Zumashal began to gather outside the city.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty is here for this battle!"
The humans began to cheer.
"Brace yourself, Mikhail may also use us as a bargaining chip. Our crisis is not over yet." Mr. Duya said to the others in Common Language and Troll Language respectively.
At the foot of the mountain road outside Zumashal, Carlos looked gloomy. The unreliable magic communication and positioning made him spend an extra day to gather his men. He was afraid that it was already too late. However, during the starry night, only a few elites could keep up. If the lurking soldiers were not contained first, Carlos would not have enough power.
After the scattered soldiers were reunited, a large army was quickly formed with the National Knights of the Royal Religion as the backbone.
An army of 1,600 people blocked the road south of Zumashal, and more than 2,000 troops would arrive within two days. Carlos was unwilling to wait any longer.
Mihayd sent an envoy to ask the human beings about their coming and why they wanted to send troops to Zumashal.
"I will only talk to the priest Ilsavans." Carlos said to the messenger.
"The priest of Ilsavans has rebelled. Now he is a prisoner and cannot see you." The troll messenger replied.
Fool me! Rebellion among the trolls can only lead to death, and they are also imprisoned. What a joke!
Carlos suddenly didn't want to talk anymore.
"Tell that priest Mihayid of yours that a group of Alliance soldiers disappeared near Zumashal. We request to enter the city to search for the missing human soldiers!"
Carlos didn't know why, but he naturally chose this excuse. (To be continued.).
