But whatever attacks they used, they had only one aim: to disrupt the quilboar's attacks. Their commander had only said he wanted them alive, after all. He had never said they couldn't wound them! As long as they weren't completely dead, it didn't matter even if every last quilboar was barely clinging to life.
There was no suspense in the battle. Crushed by overwhelming strength, equipment, numbers, and military firepower, the trapped quilboar could only watch in despair as the High Elf ranger army advanced step by step into net-throwing range.
The quilboar's bloodshot eyes widened as they swung their weapons desperately and roared themselves hoarse. They had done their best. They were indeed fearless in the face of death and utterly tenacious, but none of their efforts could change their impending doom.
Yu Lin Bloodhawk watched from a distance as the cornered quilboar struggled desperately. He felt not a shred of pity. In fact, he even wore a smile.
This was the result he needed. This was the kind of war he wanted!
Although Yu Lin Bloodhawk had told the High Elf rangers to take them alive, he would not have cared much even if they ended up killing most of the quilboar.
He had ordered the High Elf rangers to capture them alive only because he was considering whether he could bring this group of quilboar into his service, just as he had recruited his first group of Vilebranch Troll subordinates in the Hinterlands.
Deep down, Yu Lin Bloodhawk believed that although the quilboar of Kalimdor often acted as thieves and bandits, were brutal by nature, and followed primitive shamanic teachings steeped in bloody savagery, there was still hope for them.
If he could bring these quilboar into his service, perhaps they could change in the future, just