Without a doubt, for the Trolls who had staked everything on a desperate gamble, no matter how easy the fortress was to attack and how hard it was to defend, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and attack.
After witnessing the terrifying tactics of the Human Cavalry in open terrain, even the most arrogant Amani Trolls dared not dream of crossing the mountains alive and returning to the Hinterlands on the other side.
Forget returning to the Hinterlands—even getting close to the mountains was impossible.
Across the vast grasslands, plains, and hills, they would be caught and killed one by one by the cavalry.
So they either took the fortress or died trying to take it. There was no second path to survival.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
As the war drum made from some unknown beast hide began to thunder, thousands of red-eyed Trolls launched a charge toward the moat.
They had no siege weapons, only dozens of crude ladders made from logs. They jumped into the moat and held the ladders up with their bodies so the warriors behind them could cross quickly.
Once enough of them had made it across, those men would jump up from beneath the water again, hook the ladders fitted with barbs onto the City Wall, and begin climbing through arrows, logs, stones, scalding oil, and boiling water.
Though their powerful Regeneration Ability had always been a racial trait the Trolls took pride in, it was utterly useless against such dense firepower.
Less than half an hour into the first assault, two thousand had died beneath the City Wall. Not a single one managed to climb up.
The pebbles the women and children had gathered in large quantities by the river were especially effective. One blow was enough to smash a