If surrender works, then why do you need Carlos?
The Hinterlands is a bird-like terrain surrounded by broken valleys with high mountains and steep mountains. It is really impossible for humans to colonize and develop the land on a large scale.
So this is the natural habitat of forest trolls.
When he encouraged his old father to start a war, Carlos used urbanization to push the Hinterlands trolls to the ground and rub them until they lost their temper. To put it bluntly, he piled money on his enemies to death, and then looted the gold and gems that the trolls had accumulated over the past century to get back their money.
So the current situation is whoever defeats the Hinterlands will lose blood.
Regarding Uther's heroic words about two legions conquering Zinzaro, Carlos felt that he was bragging. There were four legions missing, and even the logistics line could not be guaranteed. The trolls broke into pieces and went into the mountains, rivers and woods. Diamond, so what if I give up the worthless Sinsaro to you.
No matter how hard you fight, you will suffer losses. In the end, hastily withdrawing your troops is already the best outcome.
Therefore, Zandalari was indeed eager for justice and timely rain, and actually let Carlos untie this knot.
Without their continuous commitment from all parties, the current situation would not be possible.
Should I write a letter to Comrade Zul, the Prophet of Zandalari, to express my gratitude?
Forget it, I'm so hated by others, just feel sorry for it.
"I said you can only live for ten thousand, so carry it out."
Carlos was in a good mood, and while drinking and chatting with Eranikus, he gave orders in an understatement.
"But there are more than 20,000 trolls who have surrendered. Just guarding them is very laborious."
Goutajin argued in a low voice.
"Sorry, it's my fault. I forgot that you are old and have a bad memory. The living quota of 10,000 people includes the evil moss trolls, not the captives who surrendered. You still have to be stubborn Tarkin is so naive that he thinks there is no price to pay for betrayal?"
"Dear Lord Eranikus, I see that my men are not very easy to use. Otherwise, I would like to trouble you and your men to execute it."
Mr. Eranikus Drama Master held the wine glass in one hand and glanced at Carlos with a joking look. Then he slowly turned his head and looked at Gotagin, his eyes full of amusement.
Are you serious? I will leave no grass behind when I take action!
Without saying a word, just by relying on body language and eyes, Gou Tajin understood what the old green dragon disguised as a night elf in front of him meant, and cold sweat could not help but flow down.
"Your Majesty, there will be a riot..."
Gou Tajin was almost lying on the ground and wailing. He couldn't help but shed tears for reasons that he couldn't explain himself.
"Hey, there is no harm without comparison. After seeing too many ungrateful guys, your face is so pleasing to the eye. Get up, after all, I am not a devil."
Gota Jin raised his head in surprise. In his impression, Carlos was heroic, open-minded and wise, but he was merciless to his enemies.
"Take a step back. Each of Zumashal's people can use one Sinsaro's head to offset his sins. Two are needed for hands that are not stained with blood."
"Thank you for your grace!"
Gou Tajin knelt down to thank him and left in a hurry.
But as soon as he walked out of Carlos' tent, Gota Jin was stunned.
Is it really true that old people lose their brains?
In addition to the current 8,000-plus troops, Zumasha'er's people also have 6,000 women and children. Six thousand times two plus eight thousand, it's still 20,000...
No, I have killed thousands of enemies in the previous battles, so I should be able to count them down. I might be able to save some...
It is natural to kill the enemy, but the massacre of the city is too difficult for Gou Tajin. Almost all the Sinsaro trolls who dared to fight died during the siege. Those civilians who surrendered, Gou Tajin really couldn't be ruthless. Be determined.
So Gotakin, who was being played around by Carlos, finally understood Luther King's thoughts.
It's a pity that Luther King is dead, otherwise I really want to talk to him.
"Is that really okay? Do you want to kill all Zinsaro?"
"We can't hold it back now. I can't erase thousands of years of hatred with just a few words. Only by letting the Bad Moss Trolls completely break with other clans can I hand over this stone city to them."
"Are you planning to stay in Sinsaro?"
"It's time to send some troops. The ruined city of Zinsaro has disturbed not only the Hinterlands, but also Arathi. It might as well be dealt with."
"Aren't you afraid of forcing your trolls to rebel?"
Eranikus asked seriously and curiously.
"Then just flatten them. I know the green dragon can do it."
"hehe."
"Ha ha."
"Ah ha ha ha ha"
"You smile so treacherously."
"you too."
All night long, the air was filled with the smell of blood and roasted meat.
Gou Tajin led the Tusdin Gou to slaughter seven thousand young men of the Evil Branch clan in one night without causing a riot among the prisoners. His ability was really good.
But that's not what Carlos wants.
Tastingo is already a vicious dog of the Alliance and does not need to prove his loyalty, but the Bad Moss Troll does.
The new generation of young people had forgotten their correct place, and Carlos helped them remember it.
It's still the old rule, keep the ones taller than the wheels, and circle the rest outside the city.
More than 6,000 Zumashar trolls surrounded the captives whose hands were bound. They already vaguely knew what was going to happen, but they couldn't believe it and were looking forward to a different development.
"Gou Tajin, give the order."
At the city gate, Carlos looked at the rising sun with a contented look on his face.
"His Majesty……"
"I gave you one night to think, haven't you figured it out yet?"
"..."
"I understand how you feel. You can slash your weapons without any scruples against enemies on the battlefield, but when it comes to surrendering prisoners, especially compatriots who look like you, you waver."
Carlos' words resonated with the other trolls around him, and the atmosphere became a little gloomy for a moment.
"I understand, so I allowed you to waver for one night. Fortunately, you did a good job. But not good enough."
Carlos turned to face Gotagin.
"Physical similarity is not a criterion. Only those who think the same are your compatriots. Think about it, you, you, all of you Tusdingou paid what price you paid to join the alliance. And what did you gain? ? Those young people outside the city are enjoying your efforts, but they are shouting for the glory of their ancestors? "
Carlos paused.
"The glory does not belong to the ancestors, the glory belongs to you. It belongs to you Tastin Gou, belongs to you Gou Ta Jin, and belongs to the new troll. Don't think about silently paying and guarding silently, you must let young people know how to take the road. As a loyal As a reward, I will give you this city, Sinsaro."
When Gou Tajin heard this, he suddenly froze.
"I'm not a devil. I won't burn it this time. All my orders are just to clean it up and welcome the new owner."
"For your will."
Gou Tajin recovered from his confusion and his tone became firm again.
"It seems that it is done. This time the troll turmoil was really put down by you alone. The alliance's generalissimo is indeed worthy of his reputation."
Eranikus' compliment was also a farewell. The Dream Guard's main job has always been to guard the Emerald Dream.
"There is no way I could have done it without you and your Dream Army. You are being too modest. The credit is not mine alone."
"Is there anything else I can help with?"
"No need, the overall situation has been decided."
"So what are your plans next?"
"Set a small goal and make it 100 million first."
"ha?"
"Hahaha."
