At midnight, beneath the bright moonlight, a vast mass of armored, armed soldiers stood densely packed in the square.
Directly before them stood the gates leading outside and the drawbridge.
Although some of them had fought the Trolls during the day, with blood on their bodies and faces not yet fully dried, they still looked spirited and showed no sign of exhaustion.
Because everyone had already been told what they were about to do.
Simply put, it was an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
Since the Amani Trolls wanted to kill and eat them as food, they could naturally raid the Trolls' rear, kill anyone who dared resist, seize every valuable item, and capture obedient women and children as slaves.
This was a life-or-death war of survival between different races. There was no reasoning to be had.
Moreover, the nobles had promised that no matter what the expedition gained, they would distribute thirty percent of it among every participating soldier.
Revenge!
Plunder!
Enslavement!
Stirred by so many intense emotions, the human soldiers present were excited beyond measure. They could hardly wait to throw open the gates, charge out, and head straight for the northern path leading to The Hinterlands.
As long as they returned alive from this expedition, they would undoubtedly gain unimaginable wealth.
And as true "Troll killers," they might even earn applause and cheers worthy of heroes.
You must know that humans of this era were not the sort of "saints" who would keep Orcs penned up after they had invaded their homeland and caused the deaths of millions.
In fact, if Soladin had been the one dealing with those defeated Orcs, he would have chosen either to slaughter every last one of them or work them to death through hard labor.
He would