Troll Status and All-Out Siege

Zul'Aman, a city of the Amani Troll clan, stood deep in the southeastern reaches of Eversong Woods. It was a formidable fortress, difficult to attack and easy to defend.

The city's style clashed starkly with Eversong Woods. Its rough, megalithic architecture, countless bone spikes, and crude wooden huts dotted the surroundings. Countless massive wooden voodoo masks hung from the city walls or branches.

The main structures were built from dark green and dark yellow megaliths. To Hu Feng, they bore a striking resemblance to the Mayan pyramids of his past life on Earth, and the voodoo masks also had a Mayan flair.

As the allied forces entered Troll territory, they saw High Elf corpses impaled on sharp wooden stakes, their faces contorted in agony.

The two sides were locked in a bitter feud, so there was no point in discussing the Trolls' cruelty. If Trolls fell into the hands of Elves or Humans, their fate would be no better.

One only needed to look at the ossuary of Troll skulls piled high behind General Lothar to understand the allied forces' attitude towards the Trolls.

The Amani scouts had long since discovered the allied forces' presence. Zul'Aman was now on high alert, with all external troops and commoners having retreated into the city.

Zul'jin and Witch Doctor Lord Malakas stood on an observation platform made of dark green megaliths atop the walls of Zul'Aman City, gazing at the allied forces arrayed outside the city, their hatred unconcealed.

The war between the Trolls and those Elves had raged for countless years, a stalemate with neither side able to gain a decisive advantage.

However, the sudden intervention of Humans had tipped the scales. With Human aid, the Elves had shifted from defense to offense. In terms of troop numbers and high-end combat power, the allied forces held the upper hand.

During this period, the Amani Trolls had suffered continuous losses, and their sphere of influence had shrunk repeatedly.

Now, the combined Human and Elf forces had reached the doorstep of Zul'Aman, the heart of their homeland. If they lost this battle, while the extinction of the Amani clan might not be certain, exile was a sure thing.

Although the Trolls' influence across the world remained strong, their extreme dispersion was their greatest weakness. Since the fall of the glorious Gurubashi Empire, the fragmented Troll clans had been unable to unite. Instead, they were rife with infighting, none willing to yield to the other, and civil wars were common occurrences.

The once dominant Gurubashi clan now had no hope of resurgence, clinging to existence in the ruined ancient city of Zul'Gurub in the southern part of the Eastern Kingdoms.

The Zandalari clan, the elite of the Witch Doctors, had vanished without a trace. Rumors suggested they too had retreated to the islands off the southern coast of the Eastern Kingdoms, remaining uninvolved in worldly affairs.

To the north, the Rot-moss Trolls of the Hinterlands and the Withered Trolls of the Arathi Highlands were a disorganized mess, lacking even a single proper city. They were currently being routed by the Human forces, scattering and hiding, making any thought of them coming to Zul'Aman's aid impossible.

At this moment, deep, resonant horn calls sounded one after another – the signal for the assault.

Enemies meeting, eyes burning with hatred. There was no pre-battle taunting or duels as seen on Earth. Once the Human siege engines were ready, they immediately unleashed a barrage of iron balls and stones burning with magical flames towards Zul'Aman.

Simultaneously, the first wave of assault troops, pushing towering siege towers, slowly advanced, aiming to reach Zul'Aman's walls. Human archers and Elven rangers on the towers began firing deadly arrows at the Troll soldiers on the battlements.

From the rear of the army, mages began casting spells. Blazing fire dragons roared as they swept across the Troll-occupied walls, while blizzards raged, subjecting the battlements to a high-end treatment of ice and fire.

The Amani Trolls immediately retaliated. Various javelins and crude arrows flew from the walls towards the allied soldiers, the sounds of screams echoing incessantly.

Soldiers hit by the projectiles fell to the ground, crying out in agony. Their wounds quickly blackened and festered, as the Trolls' javelins and arrows were laced with potent poison.

Witch Doctors, wearing grotesque and eerie masks, leaped about on the battlements, casting all sorts of unidentifiable voodoo spells with no discernible trajectory, killing unseen.

Vast voodoo poison pools materialized out of thin air in front of the allied forces, splashing outwards in all directions. Contact with the pools was like being doused in sulfuric acid, corroding skin and flesh with a sizzling sound.

Some allied soldiers suddenly went berserk, their eyes turning scarlet, before wildly hacking with their weapons, attacking friend and foe alike.

This kind of warfare, a blend of cold weapons and various magics, was prolonged. Although the allied forces had launched a large-scale, all-out assault, the Trolls, relying on their city walls, defended with practiced ease.

"Royal Mage Corps, heed my command!"

Meri stood on a high platform behind the army formation, the casting ground for the Human mages.

"Prepare for mental link, and jointly unleash Flame Storm!"

Magic circles immediately appeared beneath the Human mages' feet, followed by silver energy beams that illuminated them, connecting a hundred Human mages like threads.

Finally, all the energy converged on Meri Winterwind. At this moment, Meri emanated an incredibly terrifying magical fluctuation, drawing the frequent glances of nearby Elven mages.

They had used mental links before, but few could wield them with such ease and depth as Meri. The mental pressure involved could easily lead to a mental breakdown, leaving one a mindless imbecile.

This was the convergence of the mental power of a hundred mages; the pressure was immense.

Even if they were a hundred fat pigs, concentrating their minds onto one person instantaneously would be enough to make anyone with an unstable will and spirit collapse.

"Feel the power of the Arathor Empire, Trolls!"

Meri roared in a fit of rage, then raised his staff high. A thick torrent of flames shot towards the sky, finally descending like a meteor shower upon Zul'Aman City, instantly igniting fierce explosions and unquenchable fires.

The Elven mages, fighting independently, also desperately unleashed various destructive spells, focusing their attacks on the heavily damaged city walls that had been subjected to the rain of fire. Cracks appeared on that section of the wall, pushing it to the brink of collapse.

"Replace the First Legion. Those Trolls' voodoo has caused them heavy losses. Retreat! Second Legion, advance!"

In the center of the Human formation, General Lothar issued orders to a scout messenger.

At this time, some Elven mages also began to attract the attention of the Witch Doctors. They suddenly let out screams, struck by various bizarre voodoo curses. The sudden, intense pain instantly incapacitated these mages, and their mental power rapidly withered.

Hu Feng floated silently above his carriage platform in the rear, observing the battle, saying nothing.

A graceful figure then rushed rapidly from the front lines. Alleria arrived before Hu Feng.

"Sarodar, why aren't you acting? The allied soldiers are sustaining continuous casualties!"

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