There is no doubt that for the desperate Trolls, no matter how easy it is to attack or defend the fortress in front of him, he must bite the bullet.
After witnessing Human Cavalry's terrifying tactics in the wild, even the most arrogant Amani Troll did not dare to hope that he could cross the mountain alive and return to the Hinterlands on the other side.
Let alone returning to the Hinterlands, even getting close to the mountains is impossible.
They would be overtaken and killed one by one by the cavalry in the vast grasslands, plains and hilly areas.
So either break the fortress or die on the way to break the fortress. There is no other way to survive.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
As the war drum made of unknown animal skin was beaten, thousands of Trolls with red eyes began to charge towards the moat.
They did not have any siege weapons. They just carried dozens of rough ladders made of logs. Then they jumped down from the moat and used people to hold the ladders to let the following Warrior pass quickly.
When enough people rush past, these people will jump up from the water again, hang the barbed ladders on City Wall, and begin to climb up with arrows, logs, stones, hot oil, and boiling water.
Although the powerful Regeneration Ability has always been a racial specialty that Trolls is proud of, it is of little use in the face of this level of intensive firepower coverage.
In less than half an hour after the first attack, two thousand people died under City Wall, and not even one could climb up.
Especially if women and children pick up a large number of pebbles by the river, they can smash Trolls's face with blood in one fell swoop.
The stronger ones even opened the gourd on the spot, and then fell from a height of several meters. Their brains flew out, and they were ghosts only if they were alive.
As for spell-casting professions such as Witch Doctor, mystic mage, and priest, they simply dare not approach City Wall to cast their special spells.
The reason is simple!
On top of the towering arrow tower, there stood huge crossbows. The super arrows, which were as thick as human arms, were aimed at the other side of the moat.
If Trolls dares to send any spellcasters to help, these amazingly powerful guys will launch immediately, nailing them to the spot alive.
Therefore, after seeing with his own eyes the all-round defense capabilities of the fortress, the warlord decisively ordered the withdrawal of troops and suspended the meaningless act of committing suicide.
Likewise, this brief trial also completely relieved the residents of the city.
Because they discovered that the cannibal Trolls, who could not be killed in the old man's story, was not as terrifying and invincible as expected.
Just the opposite!
They will also be injured and die when hit by rocks and logs, but their self-healing ability is slightly stronger.
If the bone is really broken, it will not grow well even if it takes ten days and a half.
The so-called regeneration is only for skin injuries.
If the head was cut off or the heart was pierced, even Trolls would die on the spot.
Since it can be killed, there is no need to be afraid.
For humans who have just moved from wilderness to civilization, there are only two types of enemies in the world, one can be killed by oneself, and the other cannot be killed.
When dealing with the latter, they will naturally feel desperate and have the idea of escape.
But when dealing with the former type, Goblins will definitely use his best efforts.
After all, humans are the first race on planet Azerath to evolve from nomadic, fishing and hunting to farming civilization.
For agricultural civilization, there is no resource more important than land.
There is no doubt that Allen has already done this through this war to eliminate human beings' fear of Trolls.
After Trolls's army retreated, Allen returned to the lobby of the Lord's Mansion with all the nobles who came for support, including Ignatius. Pointing to the map hanging in front of everyone, he said, "I believe you all now know the origin of these Trolls. Yes, they are Withered Tree Tribe who were expelled from the Empire border by His Majesty Soladin before, and they are also one of the larger tribes of the Amani Empire."
"That is to say, their large-scale invasion this time is revenge, right?" An older-looking old man asked, touching his chin.
"That's right! At least from the perspective of those Withered Troll, this is a naked and unabashed revenge. They want to take back the land where their ancestors have lived for generations, and turn humans back into lambs that can be hunted by them." Allen answered in the affirmative without thinking.
If we insist on following the principle of "who comes first, who shall possess it", Trolls is undoubtedly the real owner of Azerath besides the elemental creatures.
Regardless of whether they are humans born from Titan creations, Dwarves, Gnomes, or Orcs, Ogre who later traveled through Dark Gate and came in, they can all be regarded as outsiders.
It's a pity that Trolls himself failed to live up to his expectations and failed to develop a glorious and powerful civilization for so long. Instead, he clung to the primitive and barbaric custom of cannibalism.
Even the various tribes within themselves will regard each other as food and hunt each other to satisfy their twisted and pathological cannibalism.
Therefore, Allen has no sympathy for Trolls at all, and feels that it is only a matter of time before these guys eventually decline or even perish.
"Isn't that right? If it is really Withered Tree Tribe, then where did their old, weak, women and children go? I remember that when His Majesty the Emperor sent troops to expel these guys, many old, weak, women and children fled." Another noble raised his eyebrows and questioned.
Normally, a Trolls tribe usually consists of almost one-third of the adult Warrior, while two-thirds are the elderly, women, and children who have not yet grown up.
If Withered Tree Tribe can pull out tens of thousands of Warrior, there must be more than twice as many women and children with little fighting power behind them.
Allen smiled and nodded, "Yes, this is what I was about to say. According to the report I sent for reconnaissance before, this coalition of the Deadwood Tribe should have passed through the towering mountains and dense forests in the north and came from the Hinterlands. This also means that they left the fragile old, weak, women and children in the tribe on the other side of the mountain. Coincidentally, My people discovered that inconspicuous path. Currently, these old and weak women and children are concentrated near the basin in the south of the Hinterlands, and only a handful of troll warriors from the Vicious Tooth tribe are guarding there. Just imagine how many slaves and treasures we can capture at once if we quietly cross this road at this time."
His words instantly aroused the greed hidden in the subconscious of all human nobles present.
You must know that Trolls is not a piece of garbage like Gnoll that cannot even be exploded with any oil or water after being killed!
They are the first race on the planet to give birth to civilization and develop a unique witchcraft and primitive sacrificial magic system.
In addition, the level of metal smelting is much higher than that of humans. There are countless Titanium weapon, Mithril equipment, various magic items, and gold and silver jewelry.
If you can grab a handful, it will definitely be a windfall.
In addition, as Emperor Thoradin approved the bill to use foreign slaves, all nobles who lack labor are extremely eager to capture a large number of Trolls captives and force them to work in mines or farmland to continuously create wealth for themselves.
Generally speaking, adult Trolls Warrior have a strong sense of resistance, so they often make troubles, causing great safety risks.
But if you switch to relatively submissive women and children who can be domesticated through brainwashing, it will be completely different.
Seeing the twinkling light in the eyes of those nobles, Allen knew that his plan was half successful, and immediately waved to Al'dor·Barov to come forward and tell all the nobles present the entire "extermination of descendants" plunder plan.
It is actually very simple to say, just take advantage of the asymmetric information. When Trolls on the Hinterlands thought that his army was conquering the city and winning one victory after another, he unexpectedly rushed in. Before the two big tribes Eviltooth Tribe and Vilebranch Tribe could react, he took all the loot and retreated safely.
It is true that killing requires killing one's heart, and cutting grass requires eradicating the root.
Since Withered Tree Tribe dares to invade human territory, then Allen will kill them all, and even cut off their descendants.
All the adult men were killed without leaving any one behind, and the women and children were tightly bound with whips and shackles. They either worked all day long in the fields and mines, or went to the west to build Wall of Soladin, and were exhausted to death.
In short, the entire Withered Tree Tribe will be completely erased, and there will no longer be any trace of its existence.
This plan was so insidious and vicious that even Highlanders leader Ignatius, who hated Trolls to the bone, couldn't help but shudder, stared at Allen with eyes full of awe, and whispered softly. He muttered, "Oh my god! Trolls of the Withered Tree Tribe has provoked someone he shouldn't have provoked this time. His Majesty Soladin is right. When dealing with enemies, Duke Allen is like a real devil."
"What are you talking about?"
Allen seemed to hear something, and immediately turned around and stared at the other person with the same eyes.
Ignatius was so frightened that he waved his hands quickly. "No! It's nothing! I just want to say that you did a good job! To deal with Trolls, you have to cut off your descendants! Otherwise, they will breed like rabbits and mice in nests, and then multiply everywhere."
"Then are you interested in coming too? You know, a Troll slaves is worth a lot of money in the Empire. The Regeneration Ability they own can undertake more dangerous and heavy manual labor." Allen took the initiative to invite.
"Count me in!"
After Ignatius thought about it for a while, he decided to join.
Highlanders has always lived a very poor life due to the barren land. He mainly relies on mining and selling various warm furs, and exchanges food with other human gathering places to survive.
There are such great opportunities to make money now, and you would be a fool not to participate.
What's more, their mines require a large number of slaves for mining.
It would be great if we could enslave our old enemy Trolls.
In this way, an interest group targeting Trolls was finally established.
Allen had no idea what a violent chain reaction his unintentional move would eventually trigger.
Similarly, the history of blood and tears of the entire Trolls race will also unfold from this.
From now on, the Hinterlands will no longer be the home of Trolls, but the place of their sadness and nightmares.
At the same time, far away in the makeshift camp outside the fortress, Withered Troll had not yet realized that he was about to be "stolen." He was still using the few tools at hand to cut wood and build various siege equipment.
The previous offensive failure did not make them feel depressed. On the contrary, they all cheered up.
Compared to the cavalry, which flies like the wind, a fortress that is close at hand and will not run away is obviously a perfect target for attack.
And they also knew that as long as they captured the fortress, they would immediately be able to obtain a large amount of food stored inside, especially cured meat, dried fish and eggs, which they urgently needed to replenish.
Compared to the optimism of his men, the warlord seemed worried.
Because he knew that Allen, this difficult opponent, would never let him attack the city comfortably. Instead, he would continue to send those Horse Archers who were as annoying as flies to harass him like they did a few days ago.
As long as this problem cannot be solved for one day, the Trolls army will not be able to attack the city with all its strength.
Otherwise, God knows when those extremely fast Horse Archer will suddenly jump out and fire a volley of poisonous arrows.
In fact, what Troll Warlord didn't know was that Horse Archer's poisonous arrows under Allen's command had long been used up, which was why no large-scale attack was launched in the following days.
But unfortunately, one year I was bitten by a snake, and ten years I was afraid of well ropes.
Thinking of the heavy losses caused by the two consecutive raids that night, the warlord did not dare to take it lightly. He would rather believe in something than believe in nothing. He had to make sure the arrangements were foolproof before he dared to close his eyes and sleep.
If there were a psychologist here, he would definitely be able to analyze from his behavior that this was completely the result of being psychologically shadowed.
Although he did not admit it with his mouth, the warlord already felt in his heart that he was no match for Allen in terms of command, so he tried his best to avoid making mistakes and prevent opportunities being seized by his opponents.
But what he didn't know was that in the military, the more you have such a mentality, the more likely it is that problems will arise.
When the tamed falcon sent Stromgarde the news that Trolls had begun to siege and attack the city, Soladin, who had been waiting for the fighter plane, immediately jumped up from his seat with excitement, laughed and announced loudly to his waiting vassals, "The opportunity has come! Set off immediately! I want to pick the fruits of victory myself."
Following the order from Emperor Empire, the assembled army marched to the battlefield in mighty force.
As one of the only two dukes of the Empire, Artoria led the twelve Knights of the Round Tables he personally trained, as well as a total of one hundred and fifty fully armed Heavy cavalrys at the forefront of the team.
The shiny and exquisite Mithril armor and the Thorium enchanted weapon in his hand made many nobles drool with envy and jealousy.
These are the elites she managed to support with all the output from her territory. Each one of them is powerful Warrior, who can fight one against a hundred.