Thanks to Yunwu for the monthly ticket. A thousand thanks.
The raid went extremely smoothly.
Rex watched fear spread across the savage faces of the Trolls, a cold sneer on his own face.
These Trolls had never expected the Arathi Tribe to launch a surprise attack on them, so they had made no preparations at all. Once the attack struck, their performance was utterly pathetic.
Their first thought was not to fight back, but to flee.
As a result, the Trolls offered barely any resistance before swiftly collapsing.
Their choice did have one advantage: some of them managed to escape.
Rex did not have many troops with him, so he had not stationed guards at the Troll Tribe's gate. He had originally wanted to block it, but after giving it some thought, he abandoned the idea.
Had he done so, few Trolls would have escaped, but the army he had brought would inevitably have suffered casualties.
If the Trolls reached the guarded gate and saw their hope of escape vanish, they would certainly not have waited meekly for death. They would have fought desperately, forcing the troops guarding the gate into a bloody battle. These Trolls, who had crumbled at the first blow, would then have unleashed their true strength, causing considerable trouble for the Arathi Tribe's army.
So after some consideration, Rex abandoned that plan outright.
His main purpose in raiding the Troll Tribe's settlement was to seize their food, not to slaughter Trolls.
It did not matter if some Trolls escaped. What truly mattered was ensuring that nothing went wrong with the food.
"Pass the order down. Stop killing them. I want Troll prisoners." Seeing that the battle was decided, Rex knew that everyone who could flee had already done so, while those remaining had no chance of