"Why aren't those mages over there taking this chance to attack with magic? What a bunch of complete idiots," Yu Lin Bloodhawk muttered.
"There's no need now. It would only waste mana," Sylvanas said with a smile. "Just wait and see. There probably aren't many trolls left in there."
When the smoke and dust cleared, the valley passage was littered with heaps of corpses and clusters of Vilebranch trolls lying on the ground, wailing. Only a few hundred relatively intact trolls remained, scattered around the valley entrance. They looked bewildered and helpless.
Sylvanas waved her hand, and the troops began slowly advancing.
Along the way, the lucky trolls who could still move around were quickly riddled with holes under the elves' attacks. The Elf Forces were like an enormous steamroller. Any conspicuous rock still standing rather than lying flat was instantly crushed to the ground, never to rise again.
For the first time, Yu Lin Bloodhawk experienced just how boring cleanup duty could be. The Air Force certainly wasn't afraid to spend money. Every rider had carried at least twenty high-explosive bombs, and they had indeed landed on the trolls' heads at almost the same time. The attack had been brief, but the results were glorious!
As he advanced with the troops, he saw trolls lying everywhere, wailing. Only a few hundred could still move around, but others killed them all in no time. Then more elves began methodically finishing off the wounded Vilebranch trolls, one slash apiece, as casually as slaughtering chickens and sheep.
Yu Lin Bloodhawk noticed that Sylvanas deliberately left dozens, perhaps a hundred, wounded Vilebranch trolls who were playing dead alone. The elves all pretended not to see them and walked right past without showing the slightest caution.
Suddenly, a wounded Vilebranch troll playing dead sprang