"Your Majesty! Your Graces! I have fulfilled my mission. I successfully found the Witherbark Tribe's stronghold in The Hinterlands and captured it in one stroke."
Al Barrowf knelt on one knee, his face filled with pride, excitement, and exhilaration.
He could scarcely believe that this expedition had gone so smoothly.
They had barely encountered any resistance at all.
One look at the gold ingots, gems, and silver utensils behind him was enough to show that they had struck it rich this time.
As for the captives, even though more than half had died of exhaustion or starvation along the way, there were still over sixty thousand left.
It could be said that after this battle, the entire Witherbark Tribe would vanish completely from Azerath's stage of history, with no possibility of ever rising again.
Because even an idiot knew that, given Emperor Thoradin's hatred for Trolls, he would never allow a single slave laborer to survive.
What awaited them would be endless grueling labor, until they were worked to death, starved to death, died of thirst, or were buried alive beneath collapsing earth and stones in the mines.
"Well done! Tell me about the situation in The Hinterlands." Soladin cast an approving look at the imperial noble.
As emperor, he spared no effort in promoting and rewarding anyone capable of posing a serious threat to Trolls.
"There are three relatively large Troll tribes in The Hinterlands: the Eviltooth Tribe, the Vilebranch Tribe, and the Witherbark Tribe. The Witherbark Tribe has basically been wiped out, leaving only the Eviltooth Tribe and the Vilebranch Tribe. Both tribes have considerable populations and are scattered throughout every corner of The Hinterlands. They have even built enormous, majestic altars to worship multiple deities, including the Spider God. If they march south, they will certainly cause