"Everyone, please work harder and collect all these corpses." Aaron walked on the messy battlefield and said to the soldiers who were cleaning up.
Originally, Azeroth's battlefield cleaning work was not as troublesome as it is now. Just dig a hole and throw the corpse in. As for the soldiers collecting some trophies from the corpse in the process, it is also appropriate. But now that Scourge has arrived at Azeroth, the corpse cannot be handled so hastily.
In order to prevent the corpses on the battlefield from being picked up by Scourge's spell casters to fight again, these corpses need to be destroyed collectively. It is best not to leave even a scrap to Scourge to avoid damaging the enemy.
Because Zul'Drak is close to Grizzly Hills, which is extremely rich in wood resources, so this time it is natural to burn all the corpses of Troll to ashes. However, this is a technical job. In order to avoid leaving reserve soldiers for Scourge, Aaron would rather spend more effort to do this job well.
Anyway, in this battle, Ice Troll's main combat power was reduced by at least 30%. Even if they were given some time to rest, they didn't worry that the opponent would counterattack because of this time.
Don't forget, although there are some casualties on Aaron's side, with the help of those Loa and their beast herds, our own combat power has not decreased but has increased. Even if Ice Troll trapped beasts still fight to the death, Aaron doesn't need to worry too much.
Along the way Aaron, the soldiers showed great concern for this work. After all, they had already seen the active Undead among Utgarde and Drak'Tharon. The soldiers did not want to see the enemy they had worked so hard to kill stand up again.
There are also those Furbolgs who are under the command of Orsonn. Although these Furbolgs who are not very smart are free and loose, the advantage is that they listen to Orsonn. With tens of thousands of Furbolgs working together, it is still very easy to clean the battlefield.
Seeing the large pits filled with firewood starting to burn with flames, Aaron felt that there was no need to continue watching here. He looked around and saw the three Loa gods gathering their beasts. He decided to go over and say hello to these people. He would continue to cooperate and at least become familiar with them.
"Human? Why are you here?" Har'koa licked his paws and said lazily to Aaron, "Are your people going to eat Troll's body?"
"What?" Aaron staggered when he heard this sentence, "Why do you ask that?"
"I don't think you want to cook all those corpses?" Har'koa sneered, obviously joking, "Are those Undead so difficult to deal with that you should treat them with such caution?"
"Difficult to deal with? The current Undead is not that difficult to deal with." Aaron shook his head, "But if you are not careful, it will become very difficult to deal with in the future. Har'koa Isn't your altar right on the border? You should have seen Undead, right?"
"I have indeed seen them." Har'koa nodded, "Those corpses were dismantled and they were still moving. My little boys were caught off guard when they were dealing with them, so they encountered some trouble."
"Furbolgs were a little caught off guard when they met Undead." Aaron looked at the Furbolgs who were cleaning the battlefield, "It's quite difficult to deal with this kind of walking dead."
"Actually, I'm quite envious of them." Sseratus suddenly said quietly, "Although those Furbolgs look silly, they are better than us little guys after all. Look, if I don't watch, these little guys will run away."
What Sseratus said is also the attitude of many Loa towards Wild God. Although most of the Wild Gods have withered away, most of their descendants are doing well.
Not to mention the Furbolgs who are working diligently under the command of Orsonn, one race has occupied Grizzly Hills, and they can still beat the Ice Trolls while they are in trouble.
There are also Quilboar, the descendant of Agamaggan, Eagle-Bodied Banshee, the descendant of Aviana... The patrons of these races have long since died in War of the Ancients. Although they have been affected to a certain extent, they still maintain the basic inheritance, which is much stronger than many Loa.
Like Har'koa, once they die, their descendants will lose their protection and will not be much different from ordinary wild beasts.
This is also the reason why Loa will accept the worship of Troll. Even if they have an accident, there will be believers who will try to resurrect themselves. In the past history, such things have happened several times, because Loa who died unexpectedly returned to the world.
However, when these Loas learned that their believers planned to do something to them, they could no longer bear it. If they were killed by Trolls, regardless of the fate of their own race, would these Trolls be able to resurrect themselves after the crisis is over?
"Alas, it's not easy for you either." Aaron looked at these Loa who showed sorrowful expressions and said with emotion.
"So, human boy, you are really lucky." Har'koa said while licking his paws, "I didn't expect that person to take a fancy to you so much."
"Why do I feel like everyone except me knows who is standing behind me?" Aaron scratched his head and didn't know what to say for a while. He chatted with Loa for a few more words, and then prepared to go back to see how Troll's cremation plan was being implemented.
Just when Aaron was about to return to his own station, he felt the ground beneath his feet suddenly shake. Then he heard an earth-shattering roar coming from the east. Aaron hurriedly spread his wings and flew into the air, carefully observing the situation in the distance.
I saw that the lower half of the third-layer wall on the east side was surrounded by a large cloud of dust that was scattered in the air. The agitated dust slowly fell, gradually revealing the scene that was originally covered by the dust.
I saw that that section of the city wall had completely collapsed, and in the center of the dilapidated ruins was a huge pit. Around the pit, you could see many Trolls who had fallen to the ground. However, due to the distance, Aaron could not distinguish the identities of those Trolls.
In addition to those Troll, you can also see many huge mammoths with hair all over their bodies, converging towards the center of the explosion from all directions. Judging from the desperate posture of the mammoths, this explosion should be closely related to them.
"That location..." Aaron felt that the scene in front of him seemed to be very immediate, but because of the impact of the terrifying scene in front of him, he was a little confused and couldn't realize what happened for a while.
"That direction is..." Har'koa's tail flicked uneasily, "No, it's Mam'toth!"
"Trolls actually dare to attack Mam'toth under such circumstances?" Sseratus said in an incredible tone.