At midnight, under the bright moonlight, a large number of soldiers wearing armor and holding weapons stood densely in the square.
Directly in front of them was the gate and suspension bridge leading to the outside world.
Although some of them had already fought Trolls during the day, and the blood on their bodies and faces had not completely dried up, they were still in high spirits at this moment and did not look tired at all.
Because everyone has been told what they are going to do.
To put it simply, a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye.
Since Amani Troll wants to kill and eat them as food, then they can naturally raid Trolls's rear, kill all those who dare to resist, highlight all valuable things, and capture obedient women and children as slaves.
This is a life-and-death battle for survival between different races, and there is no reason to explain.
Moreover, the nobles have promised that no matter what the profit from this trip is, they will give 30% to each participating soldier.
revenge!
plunder!
Slavery!
Stimulated by so many strong emotions, the human soldiers present were extremely excited. They wished they could open the door immediately and rush out, heading straight to the north path leading to the Hinterlands.
As long as they can come back alive from this expedition, they will definitely gain unimaginable wealth.
And as a true "Trolls Assassin", he can even win heroic applause and cheers.
You must know that today's human beings are not the "Mothers" who would keep in captivity Orcs who invaded their homes and caused the death of millions of people.
In fact, if Soladin was asked to deal with these defeated Orcs, he would definitely choose to kill them all, or throw them to do heavy physical labor and drag them down to death from exhaustion.
We will not waste precious food to feed a group of Butcher whose hands are stained with the blood of innocent people.
Not to mention that in the end, Thrall took these guys to the other side of the sea and established a New Horde who acted opposite to him.
To be honest, Allen has never understood what Arthas's father, Lordaeron Kingdom's Terenas·Menethil Second Generation, was thinking at the beginning?
Why not take advantage of the overwhelming hatred within the Alliance towards Orcs at that time and find a place to bury all the surrendered prisoners alive?
But he obviously wouldn't make such a stupid mistake.
After Al'dor·Barov delivered a brief mobilization speech, the suspension bridge that was originally pulled up was slowly lowered.
When the closed door was opened, Ignatius led his own Highland Cavalry to charge first, followed closely by Horse Archer formed by Allen, and finally the expeditionary force assembled by the nobles.
Since they fought a brutal siege for a full ten hours during the day, most Trolls fell asleep due to exhaustion after nightfall.
After all, physically speaking, Trolls is no better than humans except for having one Regeneration Ability.
So when they heard the whistle blowing that the enemy was coming, most of them failed to recover from their groggy state immediately.
Moreover, long-term hunger and malnutrition also made their reactions slower and slower, so that it took several minutes after opening their eyes to barely understand what was going on.
The result is no surprise!
Trolls's fragile camp was overwhelmed by the brave and fearless Highland Cavalry in an instant.
Horse Archer, who followed closely behind, showed off his specialty, using bows and arrows to set fire everywhere and create chaos.
In less than ten minutes, the situation was completely out of control.
When Troll Warlord rushed out of the camp, he could only watch as the expeditionary force broke away from the main force, headed straight to the north, and soon disappeared into the vast night.
"Do you know what they went to do?"
Allen, who was riding a horse, asked loudly in Troll language from dozens of meters away.
As a high-ranking member of the Amani Empire, how could the warlord not know, but he didn't want to say it in public, and just stared at this despicable, shameless, insidious and cunning enemy with a livid face.
If looks could kill, then Allen would have died thousands of times.
In Trolls's heart, he wished he could cut this damn human being into pieces and throw it into a pot to make soup.
But Allen himself did not have such consciousness. He glanced at the Trolls gathered around him and asked himself meaningfully, "They went to the Hinterlands! They went to find the tribe you left in the rear! Then they mercilessly killed every Trolls they met, whether they were old people, women, or children."
Wow——
The moment this sentence was blurted out, all the Trollss belonging to the Withered Tree Tribe present became frightened and angry.
Some couldn't help but start to curse loudly or even curse the "ungrateful" human in front of them, completely forgetting how they killed, sacrificed and ate the captured humans in the first place.
Troll Warlord even asked sternly, "Aren't you afraid of our retaliation by doing this?"
"Retaliation? I'm sorry, I have no intention of letting you leave alive. Trolls! Choose now! Either stay here and continue to fight and be consumed bit by bit, or choose to retreat immediately to catch up with the expeditionary force and prevent the upcoming massacre."
After saying this, Allen immediately turned his horse's head and followed the large troops back into the fortress.
He wanted to see how this warlord from the Amani Tribe would deal with Warrior's strong desire to rush back immediately to protect his tribe.
You must know that on Earth, where there are huge differences of opinion between the upper echelons and lower echelons of the military, riots and mutinies are very likely to occur.
What's more, the so-called Amani Empire is nothing more than a Horde alliance.
Each tribe has its own interests and demands.
At moments like this that matter to the survival of the tribe, even the most docile sheep will instantly transform into lions.
If you can use this opportunity to provoke conflicts and create discord within Trolls, you will make a lot of money.
In fact, just as Allen expected, when the humans retreated to the fortress, hundreds of the Withered Tree Tribe Warrior did not immediately put out the blazing flames, but spontaneously gathered at the location of the warlord's camp.
Not long after, a prestigious Warrior leader was elected. He walked directly in front of the warlord and said, "This war can't continue! We must go back! Before those damn humans find the location of the tribe!"
"Back off! It's not your turn to speak about something like this." The warlord warned in a low voice with a dangerous light in his eyes.
He is not a fool and understands how these Warriors from the Withered Tree Tribes felt when they heard that their hometowns in the rear were being threatened.
I also understand that successive failures have led to a sharp decline in my prestige, so that the resentment and dissatisfaction accumulated by the Warriors are on the verge of exploding.
But at this time, we can no longer back down!
Because Trolls's cruel and savage character determines that they will only obey the strong, and any retreat will be regarded as weakness.
As a warlord, there is only one result for being weak, and that is to be killed without mercy or sacrificed alive.
This is why the warlord insists on moving forward even though he knows the risks he may face after losing the protection of Raptor Cavalry.
It's not that he doesn't want to go back and regroup, but that once he backs off, it means admitting defeat.
There is only one ending for losers in the Amani Empire, and that is death.
But it is a pity that the warlord's words did not scare away these Withered Tree Tribe Warrior, but instead aroused the madness and cruelty in their subconscious.
In just a few seconds, some Trolls's eyes began to turn red, and their muscles became uncontrollably congested.
There is no doubt that this is a sign that Trolls enters a violent state when he is emotionally excited.
And once they start to rage, they will become crazy and unreasonable.
The little direct lineage brought by the warlord was simply not enough to suppress the rebellion.
Just the opposite!
He is very likely to die in the rebellion!
Don't think that Trolls, who still maintains a tribal structure, has such a thing as discipline.
These guys don't think about the consequences when they go crazy.
"This is a matter of life and death for the Withered Tree Tribe! Of course we are qualified to speak!"
Warrior The leader seemed to catch a hint of timidity in the other party's eyes, and immediately took a big step forward with courage.
With him taking the lead, the ordinary Trolls Warrior behind him also quickly gathered around, and some even stared at the few remaining giant bear riders with malicious eyes.
Seeing that the atmosphere in the air was becoming more and more tense, and internal strife could break out at any time, the high-level priest who represented the divine power finally couldn't help but stand up. He raised the staff symbolizing Dragonhawk God in his hand and shouted loudly, "That's enough! Don't you see that this is actually a trap set by the cunning human being who deliberately provokes our internal relations? He just wants to make you anxious, and then turn around and chase the army desperately."
"That's right! If we turn around and head north now, the human cavalry will continue to harass and attack us in the open plains, grasslands and hills along the way until they kill us all." Another Witch Doctor also agreed.
Compared with these brainless bottom Warrior, spell casters are obviously more rational.
But unfortunately, Withered Tree Tribe Warrior who are already impatient can no longer take care of that much at the moment.
The elected leader Warrior glanced at the priests who were speaking to the governor, and then retorted unceremoniously, "Of course we know what those despicable humans want to do. But is this the reason why you gave up Withered Tree Tribe? I don't care! If we can't come up with a better solution before dawn, we will take action ourselves."
After that, he turned around and left with thousands of Warrior, leaving only the warlord and a group of Witch Doctor, priests and mystics staring with big eyes.
After seven or eight minutes, the leading warlord took a deep breath and said, "Everyone! It seems that our plan is going to be advanced!"
"Agree! We must not allow these stupid guys to destroy Amani Empire's strategy." Dragonhawk God's high-level priest nodded without thinking.
"In that case, let's get ready. There's still some time before dawn. This time, it's our turn to show that insidious and cunning human a little bit."
When he said these words, the warlord's eyes flashed with cruelty and malice.
You must know that the witchcraft mastered by Trolls is not something that is easy to deal with.
Especially when they decide to cast spells at the expense of a large number of their own people, they can definitely cause unimaginable horrific lethality.
In the history of Azerath, even those servants of Old Gods could not withstand the attack of witchcraft, let alone humans who currently do not have any magical power.
In this way, the spellcasters and the warlords joined forces to use the power of faith to continue to confuse those stupid Trolls Warrior, and make them believe that everything that happens next comes from God's will.
At the same time, the two High Elf envoys on the third floor of the lord's mansion had just watched the entire midnight operation. Among them, female elf was the first to ask their companions, "Where do you think the army that disappeared in the darkness just went?"
"Do you need to guess? It must be the Hinterlands from the north! Withered Tree Tribe left all the old, weak, women and children there. As long as this army successfully finds them, there will be a massacre. Humans are not as kind as us Elves, and will even take the initiative to let go of underage Trolls cubs." The male Elves touched his chin and analyzed.
Female elf sneered and said sarcastically, "Mercy? I think it should be stupidity. Few of those idiots in the parliament have ever been on the battlefield. They don't know Trolls's hatred for us at all. Every time a cub is released, a few years later It will grow into Warrior and attack us again, just to satisfy its ridiculous sense of moral superiority. The human response is correct! Kill every Trolls you encounter, whether it is an old person, a woman or a cub."
"Maybe you are right. It's a pity that in a place like the Parliament, your opinions and mine don't matter. Don't forget, Quel'Thalas is a magical country, and only those Archmages are qualified to complain to the Parliament and Sun King..."
Before the male Elves could finish his words, a strange magic wave suddenly came from the Trolls camp where the flames had just been extinguished in the distance, and at the same time, the shadow of a huge creature seemed to vaguely appear in the sky.
But everything came and went quickly, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
It didn't even arouse the vigilance of the patrolling soldiers on City Wall.
But High Elf, who has been dealing with Trolls for thousands of years, immediately realized that this was a sign that the enemy was preparing to perform a large-scale witchcraft.
Especially the huge shadow that emerged just now, filled with the power of violent flames, is obviously the projection of Trolls who believes in Dragonhawk God.
In order to prevent potential allies from being inexperienced and accidentally suffering a big loss, the two of them didn't care that it was already 1:30 in the middle of the night. They immediately asked the servants and guards at the door to take them to see Allen, and said that they had important military information to report.
A few minutes later, they were taken to Allen's bedroom.