[Let's Go Make History]

An army, if it could even be called an army. The troll forces had been gathering continuously—whether Zaun's army, Zul'Gurub's army, or the bloody warriors of the New Hakkari.

Normally, conducting a large-scale battle in a rainforest was extremely troublesome. The jungle blanketed the land, and the terrain was complex and damp, making a decisive clash between massive armies entirely impossible.

Even the Kaldorei and High Elves, who preferred living in forests, were still unable to adapt to such unusual terrain. After all, although both races of elves lived in forests, they generally inhabited dry broadleaf woodland.

Stranglethorn Vale was different. This was a typical tropical rainforest climate. It rained all year round, and the forest was unbearably damp. Dig anywhere, and water would immediately seep out.

In fact, only Jungle Trolls and Zandalari Trolls had adapted to this terrain, because only these two troll branches lived in such places.

On the fifteenth day after Tonatiuh arrived in Stranglethorn Vale.

The forest clearing he had named the Gathering Place had gathered over four hundred thousand troll warriors within half a month.

Crude tents and campfires covered the entire jungle, with trolls moving everywhere. Logistics and supplies had begun to grow difficult.

Fortunately, Gurubashi Trolls like these had very low logistical needs. As long as they could eat their fill, they demanded almost nothing else.

With an army nearing four hundred thousand, Tonatiuh had never commanded a force of such scale all at once.

He had originally wanted Shandris to help command them.

But after the Kaldorei Sentinel general inspected them, she said she could not do it either.

"This isn't an army at all." Shandris spread her hands at him. "Forgive my bluntness, but they're just beasts with a little bit of order. They have no discipline whatsoever, no ability