The elf translated every word of their conversation for Sylvanas.
The Vilebranch Troll noble officer's pupils slowly lost focus, and his body slumped to the ground, his resentment still unresolved.
"Good!" Sylvanas applauded. "You killed him. If you are willing to swear allegiance to Baron Bloodhawk, you will be appointed commander of the First Level."
Yu Lin Bloodhawk admired the Vilebranch Troll noble officer for daring to step forward and admit his noble status under such circumstances. When the Vilebranch Troll soldier killed him from behind, Yu Lin Bloodhawk initially felt both sympathy and regret. But after thinking it over carefully, he understood that Sylvanas was helping him eliminate future trouble.
Sylvanas could not possibly have any pity for that Vilebranch Troll noble officer. He had to die! Every noble in Jintha'Alor City had to die. Only by making these surrendered troll soldiers slaughter all the nobles could she cut off their retreat. And only when all the nobles were dead would these surrendered troll soldiers lose the leaders who could rally them with a single call. With no way back and no one to rally around, these troll soldiers could only shelter under the elves' protection.
That was also why, whenever dynasties changed, the rulers of most new feudal dynasties refused to spare the previous dynasty's emperor.
"I'm willing!" the troll said.
By then, refusing was no longer an option. He had killed that officer in front of so many people. His only choice was to seek the elves' protection. Otherwise, the moment he left Jintha'Alor City, the other Vilebranch Troll nobles would tear him to pieces.
"Using him as the dividing point, those with heads stand on the left, and those without heads stand on the right," Sylvanas said.
As the elf translated, the trolls shuffled into two