As a typical kind and lawful paladin, Uther would definitely not do such things as massacre prisoners.
Not only does he not know how to do it himself, he will never allow those around him to do it.
So after a brief discussion, the cavalry took out the remaining holy water they carried and gave it to this group of trolls who were more like refugees than robbers to drink.
Soon, some of them began to develop severe symptoms such as nausea, vomiting, convulsions, and general fever.
You don’t need to ask to know that this is an inevitable reaction caused by physical weakness caused by long-term hunger and malnutrition.
If it were a human being, generally speaking, a similar situation would mean that there was no way to save the person, and they could only lie in bed and wait in pain for death to come.
Unless someone uses divine magic or holy light magic to continuously replenish the lost vitality, the body will be completely destroyed in the constant battle between the holy water and the plague.
When the body is dissected afterwards, it will be found that the body's organs will have experienced extensive failure or even complete ulceration.
But the trolls in Azeroth are obviously not an ordinary race.
Although they are completely different species from the trolls of Faerûn at the genetic level, appearance, and physiological structure, they have one thing in common, and that is their powerful regeneration ability.
As long as there is enough food, no injured troll will die easily.
What's more, Uther, possibly the most powerful first-generation paladin, can release the Holy Light spell to the dying troll to extend his life.
The result was that after more than half an hour of struggle, this troll tribe, which included more than 60 women and children, was collectively out of danger and was no longer infected with the natural disaster and plague.
Of course, the price was that a whole cart of baked bread, meat, and cheese was eaten.
The originally lifeless trolls gradually regained some of their vitality.
However, they did not show resistance after recovering from health, but chose to obey the orders issued by the group of humans in front of them, just as the leading female troll promised.
First, the young trolls were put on the carriage, and the others had their hands tied and followed the convoy slowly toward Stratholme.
When it was almost completely dark, the mighty motorcade passed through the city gate that was about to close.
Since we were just in time for dinner, the aroma of food and hot soup was everywhere in the port area.
People who had worked hard all day were gathering together in twos and threes to eat and chat, enjoying the rare leisure time. From time to time, they would also think about how to start a new life after arriving in Stranglethorn Vale.
But it didn't take long for everyone's attention to be attracted by the troll captives who came back with the convoy.
Because since the Kingdom of Lordaeron ended its expansion in its heyday, there have been basically no signs of large-scale troll activities in the entire north, and if there are any, they are on the territory of the elves, their northern allies.
Therefore, the residents of the East Weald region have not seen living trolls for a long time, and have even forgotten that trolls were once the biggest enemies of the human race.
Many children and teenagers who were more curious would even boldly approach and point. It was not until the cavalry rushed over, yelling and waving their whips, as if they were going to beat someone, that they dispersed in a hurry, laughing and cursing.
The arrival of the troll captives undoubtedly aroused the curiosity of everyone in Stratholme.
Although everyone knows that there are a certain number of forest trolls living in the East Weald area, due to the large stretches of virgin forest that separate them from each other, daily cross-contact is very rare.
Even if a hunter occasionally encounters a troll in the wild, the two sides often just look at each other warily, then retreat and quickly break away from contact without either party launching an attack.
Although during the two Orc Wars, the Amani trolls in the north joined the tribe under the leadership of Zul'jin, which briefly made many troll tribes think that there was an opportunity to regain their own territory, and began to move towards humans and elves.
The area of influence advanced and started a battle with the Alliance in the Alterac Mountains.
But before the trolls in East Wilde had time to respond, Zul'jin suddenly disappeared (captured by the high elves).
Coupled with the complete defeat of the orcs, the troll tribe that was about to move naturally stopped.
What's more, in this land, humans have established absolute rule, and it is simply impossible to defeat them with a small number of trolls.
So this fragile peace has continued like this and has never been broken.
The Kingdom of Lordaeron only treats sporadic troll attacks as ordinary security incidents and does not choose to go to war, let alone any hatred.
no way.
Just like there is a saying.
As long as you are weak enough, even your anger and resistance will appear particularly cute in the eyes of others.
This is pretty much what the trolls of the East Weald look like to humans.
Before being attacked by the plague and the undead natural disaster, if Tyr's hand was randomly drawn, the garrison troops in Darrow County, Stratholme, and Cowling Crossing could easily grind the local troll tribes who lacked weapons and equipment to the ground.
Unless the Amani trolls from the north move south on a large scale, even if they gather together, they may not be able to gather tens of thousands of people.
Obviously, the onlookers' reaction of neither fear nor hatred made the trolls in the captive team feel very strange.
Because in their eyes, humans who are allied with high elves have always been life-and-death enemies, and the other party should naturally be hostile and hateful to them, just like they are hostile and hateful to the other party.
But now, instead of feeling this, even human cubs are no longer afraid of the tall troll warriors.
However, because they were prisoners, the trolls did not make any overreaction. They just lowered their heads silently and were escorted by cavalry to the door of the church's temporary headquarters.
Jaina and Calia, who had been alarmed for a long time, had already appeared at the gate. The former widened his eyes and asked in surprise: "Uther, what is going on with these trolls?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "They were caught attacking a grain transport convoy.
I needed to know the situation in the forest from these trolls, so I brought them all back.
The most important thing is that these guys are all infected with the plague without exception.
So I am very worried that the Undead Scourge is still rapidly expanding their sphere of influence and strength in invisible places."
Uther got off his horse and quickly expressed what he was worried about.
After all, the East Weald area is really huge.
Although the number of humans has multiplied to millions, the actual control area only occupies less than 20 to 30% of the flat land suitable for farming. The rest are all endless forests and mountains.
"I see. I happen to understand troll language, so let me interrogate you."
Gianna took the initiative to take over this job that ordinary people were simply not qualified for.
As a top student in Dalaran, she has taught herself many languages, including High Elf, Orc, Troll, Gnoll and Murloc.
Under the guidance of his mentor Anthony Das, he even wrote highly professional papers such as an investigation of the social ecology of the orc tribe, the underlying thinking logic of the murlocs, and the origin of the trolls' cannibalism custom.
Has an extraordinary understanding of non-human races.
This is also the reason why Jaina can represent Dalaran in the joint investigation team, and the premise that she can develop empathy with Thrall and the orcs in the future.
Relying on her familiarity with troll culture and living habits, she quickly let Uther know through effective communication the terrifying scene in the forest that was like the end of the world.
Where these trolls live, large tracts of woods and grass have become withered and twisted due to the erosion of the plague.
As a result, animals in hunting grounds and fish in rivers became sick and died in droves, and then resurrected and turned into stinking zombies.
Even harmless bats suddenly become extremely aggressive, and predators such as bears and wolves attack like crazy anything in sight.
What's even more frightening is that after eating the meat of these sick prey, even the trolls who never get sick began to feel pain and weakness.
Some even suddenly crawled out of their graves within a few days of being buried and attacked their fellow humans.
It didn't take long for the tribe, which originally numbered several hundred people, to decline rapidly. They had no choice but to flee their traditional territory and come to the territory controlled by humans to grab some food to maintain their survival.
It is precisely because trolls are much stronger than humans that they can drag their plague-infected bodies so far.
Moreover, these trolls are not entirely from the same tribe, but are a temporary alliance formed by two or three fleeing tribes.
The troll woman who knew a little bit of human common language was a priest and the inheritor of knowledge and beliefs in the tribe, so she had a relatively high status and prestige in the fleeing team.
After the weapon-wielding chieftain was hit in the head by Uther, she became the nominal supreme leader of the rest.
"Polluted land, withered and twisted trees, sick and dead animals resurrected in undead form...
Damn it! The Scourge of the Undead is killing the land in places we can't reach!
They want to turn the East Weald into a land of death!"
After understanding the situation, Uther raised his fist and slammed the table, his eyes showing a mixture of panic and anger.
Because this approach clearly aims to permanently change the environment, making it unsuitable for human beings or even any living creature to survive.
Jaina nodded solemnly: "You are right.
It seems that the situation is more serious than we expected.
Uther, I think it's best for you to return to the capital of Lordaeron immediately and report this situation to King Terenas.
I must also return to Dalaran to warn the Kirin Tor Council.
It is easy to see from the fact that the land in the forest is dying under the raging plague, that this has far exceeded the damage caused by the orc war.
At least the orcs only want to live on it when they seize the land. In essence, they are still living people.
But the undead are completely different. They are the mortal enemies of all life.
And...I'm very worried about Arthas' expedition to Northrend.
After all, that is the headquarters of the Undead Scourge."
"Except for praying, we can't spare any manpower to help Arthas. I hope King Terenas's envoy can find him in time and recall him."
After saying that, Uther got up directly without even bothering to eat dinner, so he took several members of the Knights of the Silver Hand and once again rode fast horses overnight to the capital of Lordaeron.
Jaina followed closely and immediately used teleportation magic to return to Dalaran.
With the revelation that the undead scourge was killing the lands in the East Wilder region, an uproar immediately arose within the entire alliance.
Although after experiencing two orc wars, the leaders of each kingdom felt that they had seen the world and would not be easily intimidated by any enemy.
But after learning that the magical plague actually had the ability to pollute the water and soil, I immediately felt suffocated.
Terenas even strongly demanded that the Kirin Tor Council immediately start researching the antidote to the plague at all costs, and at the same time officially announced that it recognized the legitimacy of the Faith of the God of Contract in the Kingdom of Lordaeron.
Not only him, the Kingdom of Gilneas, the Kingdom of Stromgard, Kul Tiras, the Kingdom of Stormwind and other alliance human countries, as well as the high elves and dwarves have also issued similar announcements.
As for the purpose, it is also very simple. It is simply to feel that the natural disaster of the undead poses a far more terrifying threat than the orcs, and urgently needs the only force that can create an antidote to be on its side.
At least when fighting against the overwhelming undead, the soldiers don't have to worry about being infected with the plague and eventually becoming part of the enemy.
After Lanni learned the news, he immediately arranged for some priests to go to the local area to preach, and in exchange, he sold large quantities of the holy water produced every day to various countries.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Suddenly, these colorless and transparent liquids transformed from water, herbs and magic have become the most sought-after goods surpassing all luxury goods.
The high elves, who have accumulated wealth for thousands of years with the unlimited energy of the Sunwell, are not stingy in providing various magic weapons, armors, arcane constructs and other things in exchange.
It was even proposed to directly build several portals to connect Quel'Thalas, Stranglethorn Vale and Stratholme.
At that time, no matter where we are attacked, we can support each other and watch each other.
The dwarves took the most advanced muskets, artillery, engineering tanks, and helicopter designs jointly developed with their dwarf allies, and sent a group of master blacksmiths and engineering experts.
Dalaran also provided dozens of mages and hundreds of apprentices to support the Church of the God of Contract.
It is completely different from the situation in the original timeline where the alliance was like a piece of scattered sand before the Lich King launched an all-out attack.
Under Zuo Siyou's conscious guidance and spoilers, all forces in the entire eastern continent became aware of the dangers hidden under the calm surface, and once again began to become more united than ever before.
Especially the dwarves who have experienced the War of Three Hammers know how terrible the change and destruction of the environment can be.
The appearance of Ragnaros, the Firelord, turned the originally pleasant and livable land into the Burning Steppes and the Searing Gorge.
After all, no matter what differences and conflicts they have internally, they have all been allies who have fought side by side more than once.
As the nominal leader of the refugees, Princess Calia was busy almost every day, constantly receiving envoys from other kingdoms.
At this moment, she finally realized why her father, King Terenas, sent her here even though he was coerced and induced.
Because in the process of fighting against the undead natural disaster, the God of Contract and the church under him are the most important backbone, and they are also the link that can reunite the alliance.
And with the help obtained through exchange, as long as the refugees can gain a foothold in Stranglethorn Valley, establishing a new human kingdom is almost a certainty.
So after being busy for several days, Caliya finally made up her mind to become a believer of the God of Contract and fully integrate into this group, instead of just being an outsider with noble blood and status as Jaina said.
Only in this way can we ask the church for help when a crisis comes and rescue the husband and daughter who are under control.
After a busy day, she specifically refused to be followed by her personal maids and guards, and came alone to the door of the house on a hill next to the port area to express her intention to the soldiers guarding here.
About a few minutes later, after the soldier reported the situation through the door, the originally closed door was finally opened a crack, and then a voice came from inside.
"come in.
I was still thinking just now, when will you make a decision?
I didn't expect it to happen so quickly.
It seems that King Terenas did not realize that his daughter's political wisdom was much higher than he imagined.
Perhaps compared to Prince Alsace, who has serious character flaws, you are the most suitable candidate in the royal family to succeed to the throne."
Hearing this, Caliya did not dare to neglect, and immediately got in through the crack of the door at the soldier's signal.
Before she had time to adjust to the dim light in the room, there was the sound of the door closing behind her.
After three or four seconds, when her eyes finally recovered, the princess of Lordaeron immediately covered her mouth in shock to prevent herself from screaming.
Because in the corner of the room, there was a naked woman lying naked from head to toe.
Moreover, she looked in extreme pain, curled up into a ball and twitching slightly, and her bones and appearance were undergoing drastic changes.
From the sharp ears, shrinking fangs, two thick toes and three torn fingers, it is easy to tell that this should be the previously captured troll.
But the problem is that her face is no longer as ferocious as an ordinary troll, her facial features have become as delicate and delicate as an elf, and even the bones that maintain her height are shrinking.
It is completely normal to feel pain after such a drastic change.
But the female troll gritted her teeth and didn't make a sound.
gradually……
A certain transformation was first completed in her body, shrinking it from more than two meters to about 1.7 meters. The muscle structure also changed from the previous thick to a slender but streamlined shape with beautiful textures. The entire face was even more...
As perfect as a high elf and without any flaws.
Even the slightly green and rough skin has become as delicate and white as a baby after molting.
In particular, the troll's iconic fangs have completely disappeared, and the long nose has shrunk to a petite and cute size.
As for the slightly wide pointed ears, they have also successfully lost weight and become thinner and pointed.
The most important thing is that all the fingers and toes have become the same as humans and high elves, which have five fingers.
Transform a troll into a high elf through the power of magic?
Is this the power of God?
Caliya stared at the woman in front of her who was sweating and panting, and her race could no longer be determined, with an expression of disbelief on her face.
No need to ask, she knew that she had already learned Zuo Si's true identity through her best friend Gianna.
"How do you feel now?"
Zuo Si asked without looking back while fiddling with the potion in his hand.
"I...I feel that my strength and physique have declined, but my reaction speed, coordination ability and magic affinity have improved. It feels like I have been reborn."
The woman who had transformed from a troll to an elf struggled to get up from the ground, feeling this new body, and expressed her truest feelings in a slightly excited tone.
Although she didn't quite understand why the other party would do such a thing.
But after such a change, one's own tribe no longer has to worry about becoming slaves, let alone being discriminated against or even executed by humans.
As for the trolls' hatred towards humans and elves, it is nothing compared to the pressure of survival.
Otherwise, these prisoners would not have chosen to surrender in the first place, but should have fought to the death with the human cavalry until the entire army was annihilated.
But in fact, in the two Orc Wars, it was the Alliance, not the Horde, that really fought hard to the last moment.
Of course, this is not to say that humans, dwarves, gnomes and elves are braver than orcs, trolls and ogres.
But they know that even if they lay down their weapons and surrender, they will still die, or even die more miserably.
Because the orc values regard surrender and defeat as a form of cowardice and shame, they often choose to slaughter and sacrifice prisoners when dealing with them, or squeeze them to death as consumable slaves;
It would be even worse if it fell into the hands of trolls and ogres, as they would most likely be eaten as food.
So in this situation where death is inevitable both inside and outside, even the most cowardly person knows that fighting bravely to death is the best option.
On the contrary, the tribe knew that the alliance had a certain moral bottom line and would not kill prisoners who put down their weapons and voluntarily surrendered. Therefore, a large number of orcs entered the shelter after the war.
There may also be side effects of mental depression caused by the demon blood fading away in their bodies.
Through the detection of psychic magic, Zuo Si could easily see what was thinking in the mind of the female troll with the appearance of an elf in front of him. He handed over a large amount of transformation potion and said straightforwardly: "I think you should know this kind of thing."
What transformation means.
Now, take the potion and go convince your people.
Tell them that as long as they are willing to accept a new identity, I will grant everyone freedom and enjoy the same treatment as humans.
But if you refuse, you will have to live as a prisoner for the rest of your life, and you may have to do heavy manual labor without any pay for the rest of your life in exchange for three meals a day.
Of course, as a price that must be paid, you will become the most hateful enemy in the eyes of your former troll compatriots."
"Great God of Contract, thank you for your generous gift. I swear that I will convince every tribesman to bask in your glory and become your most devout believer."
The female troll took the potion with both hands and knelt on the ground and bowed humbly.
Oh, no, it should be called a female elf now.
As a priest who once believed in Loa, she obviously knew more about gods than most humans, and she understood that the power displayed inadvertently by the person in front of her was definitely not comparable to those weak demigods of the wilderness.
What's more, after gaining so much human faith, even the weakest gods will quickly become powerful.
Coupled with the potion that can transform trolls into elves, anyone who is not a fool can think of something.
So the female elf who had just been reborn realized this was an opportunity.
As long as you perform well enough and are pious enough, you can become the spokesperson of God, and then lead the tribe to capture more trolls for transformation, creating a new elven race from scratch.
When the time comes, she will be able to become a queen with both divine and secular power combined into one, and establish a kingdom or even an empire as powerful and wealthy as Quel'Thalas.
With strong ambition, the priestess quickly left the dim laboratory and walked towards the tent where the tribesmen lived temporarily.
For about seven or eight minutes, painful screams and wails came from inside.
No one knows what happened inside.
The only thing that is known is that after the screams, all the troll captives disappeared and were replaced by a small group of high elves who behaved very strangely and joined the church.
Even many human men were fascinated by the priestess with her beautiful appearance and sexy figure. Similarly, many women were attracted by the handsome male elf warrior and took the initiative to embrace her.
Trolls, who were previously dismissed as ugly, primitive and barbaric, immediately received unprecedented popularity after becoming elves.
Facts have once again proved how important appearance is in the relationship between people.
Etiquette, demeanor, knowledge, temperament, and spiritual beauty are all not as useful as beautiful appearance when you first meet someone.
After all, if the other person is not interested in you at first sight and is not even willing to communicate in depth, no matter how much you have in mind, there will be no chance to show it.
As Caliya, who had witnessed the entire process of transforming trolls into elves, her heart was beating fast and her mouth was dry. She clearly sensed what Zuo Sisi was trying to do.
After struggling for a long time, she finally couldn't help but test it out: "Are you planning to turn all the trolls in Stranglethorn Valley into elf believers?"
Zuo Si smiled and replied: "Yes, it's interesting, isn't it?
Completing the transformation of the Stranglethorn Valley region in a way that does not require large-scale bloodshed is the gentlest way I can think of at this stage.
After all, trolls are the earliest ancient intelligent race born in Azeroth.
Although they were hostile to the later rising humans, dwarves, dwarves and high elves because of some customs such as voodoo and cannibalism.
In particular, humans and elves also snatched large tracts of land from the trolls, causing them to gradually decline from being the hegemons of the continent to now only surviving in jungles and rainforests.
I think it's time to give them a chance to reintegrate into mainstream civilization.
What's more, Stranglethorn Valley is the seat of Zul'Gurub, the capital of the Gurubashi Empire, and is home to a large number of troll tribes.
If you want to resolve conflicts through war and killing, you must pay an extremely heavy price.
But if you use my method, you can let these transformed elves deal with their former compatriots.
Maybe it won't be obvious at first.
But as the number of transformation elves increases, it will inevitably grow like a snowball.
The most important thing is that all transformed elves can only join this group regardless of whether they are willing or not.
Because their fellow trolls will regard them as a thorn in their side and a thorn in their flesh, and will use all methods to drive them out.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! In order to survive, these new elves can only be forced to unite under their faith in me to transform more of their kind until all the trolls in Stranglethorn Valley disappear.
Humans only need to provide them with necessary food and weapon support, and they can use this time to develop, build, and carve out their own new home in the dense tropical rainforest.
When the transformation is completed, this new elven race will be integrated with humans through mutual intermarriage and the reproduction of mixed-blood offspring."
Gudong!
After hearing this description, Caliya swallowed involuntarily, raised her head and stared at the god who had descended into a mortal body with eyes filled with awe and even fear.
Although on the surface this behavior can minimize the casualties and destruction caused by war, it can even be described as benevolent.
After all, in the history of Azeroth, there has never been a race that entered another race's territory on a large scale without the outbreak of war and killing.
Sometimes in order to seize land and living space, they will even drive away or even kill thousands of enemies.
This is basically the case whether it is the war between the human-elven coalition and the trolls, or the war with the Alliance after the invasion of the orcs.
But for the troll race and the culture they inherited, it was an out-and-out disaster and destruction.
Calia can guarantee that the transformed new elven race will never believe in the Loa god, let alone retain the primitive and barbaric voodoo tradition. Instead, they will collectively fall into the embrace of the God of Contract and gradually become no different from humans.
In essence, this is another form of natural disaster and plague, which can continuously turn enemies into one's own.
So now she is confused whether this transformation is good or bad in the eyes of the trolls, whether she will be glad that she survived in the form of an elf, or whether she will miss the glorious past.
But for the humans who are about to settle in Stranglethorn Valley, this is undoubtedly good news.
After all, they no longer need to fight thousands of trolls who are familiar with the terrain of the tropical rainforest and are good at ambushes and sneak attacks.
Thinking of this, the princess of the Lordaeron royal family immediately put one hand on her chest and bowed deeply: "Thank you for your kindness.
Apart from you, I am afraid no one else can resolve the war and hatred between two races in a bloodless way.
In addition, the main reason I came today is to express my willingness to become your disciple.
After these days of observation, I very much agree with what the church is doing and feel that they perfectly embody the character of kindness, kindness, fairness, and justice."
"Kindness, mercy, fairness, justice? Are you sure you really understand the teachings I advocate?" Zuo Si turned around and stared into the princess's eyes and asked with a half-smile.
"Isn't it?"
Caliya's eyes widened in surprise.
Zuo Si shook his head gently: "No, of course not.
What you mentioned just now are just the moral concepts inherited by church leader Lanny from his previous faith in the Holy Light.
My teachings are actually very simple, just lawfulness.
Including complying with rules, laws, contracts, etc.
Strictly speaking, I am not a good god in the traditional sense.
As long as it's lawful, it doesn't matter to me whether it's good or evil.
In other words, my followers can become absolute tyrants.
So good and evil depend on each person's own choice.
Now, are you still willing to be my disciple?"
moment!
Caliya fell into a brief silence, and it took a full minute before she raised her head and mustered up the courage to say: "I do!"
From those pupils that were the same color as Alsace, Zuo Si saw the unparalleled firmness and determination. He immediately stretched out his right hand and gently pressed it on the forehead of the Lordaeron princess, and then whispered into her ear.
: "Since you have such awareness, then come be my chosen one."
As the last word came out of his mouth, intense burning and stinging sensations instantly came from his forehead.
Jialiya only felt a force injected into her body, and then she began to feel hot all over her skin, as if something had been suddenly awakened.
At the same time, he vaguely saw the shadow of a young man with black hair and black eyes floating in front of him.
Almost instantly, she understood that this was the true face of Soth, the God of Contract, hidden in the mortal body. She immediately opened her upper arms to embrace her faith, feeling the sacred essence emanating from him.
powerful!
warmth!
Hot!
Wrapped in this power, Caliya felt unprecedentedly safe and had an unparalleled sense of happiness in her heart.
She forgot about time and worries, she was immersed in this beauty and couldn't extricate herself, and finally lost consciousness with satisfaction and a smile on her face.
"Sleep, sleep, reinvent yourself in your dreams, and fully tap the potential in your heart. After all, you are Arthas's sister, and you should inherit the crown of Lordaeron after the death of King Terenas...
…”
Zuo Si had a joking smile on his face, holding the princess with one hand to prevent her from falling to the ground, and stroking her delicate cheek with the other hand.
There is no doubt that he cast a Dread Lord's sleep magic on Calia and weaved a dream.
The princess didn't know whether she sensed something or dreamed something. A faint blush suddenly appeared on her fair face, and the hands holding Zuo Si's neck became harder, and the two were almost close to each other.
.
This overly intimate and ambiguous posture lasted for several minutes before Caliya finally became quiet and was placed on a small bed aside for rest and nap.
…
On the other side is the Stranglethorn Valley sea far to the south.
Under the cover of the Blackwater Pirates of Booty Bay, the first batch of fleets to set off had successfully used artillery to carry out fierce firepower coverage in the area around the mouth of the Sancha River.
Whether it was the troll tribe living nearby, or tigers, raptors, crocodiles, leopards and other beasts, they were all frightened and fled in all directions by the loud rumbling noises.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The bush fire caused burned continuously for two or three days, and it was not put out until heavy rain fell.
At first glance, trees and weeds everywhere are now burnt gray and white.
Although there were not many casualties, a large area of flat land was cleared for construction.
As a goblin with business ethics and a spirit of contract, Levigaz, the rich man of Booty Bay, personally led the Blackwater pirates to land first and clean up the potentially dangerous areas.
Then he used a sharp voice to say to the leader of the fleet, a middle-aged priest in his forties who also defected from the Holy Light Church: "Okay, I have completed my work according to the contract.
Next, one hundred and fifty goblin musketeers will be stationed here to protect the safety of the camp.
The rest of the construction work is up to you.
In addition, if you need anything, remember to contact me at any time.
In particular, I can give you a 20% discount on tools necessary for cutting down trees, such as the goblin woodcutter, and the explosives used to obtain stone.
Finally, I wish us happy cooperation.
You must know that big customers like you are rare in this wild land of Stranglethorn Vale.
When you build the city, we can do more business.
Believe me, I am your only trustworthy friend in the entire Stranglethorn Valley."
When he said these words, Rivigaz's tone was full of excitement and excitement.
After all, although Booty Bay has a good geographical location and Stranglethorn Valley is rich in various resources, there is not even a decent trading partner around.
The latest one has to cross the entire Stranglethorn Valley to go to the Kingdom of Stormwind in the north.
But the problem is that the Kingdom of Stormwind was destroyed by the orcs, and it was rebuilt with great difficulty recently, so it can't squeeze much money out of it.
As for the trolls in Stranglethorn Vale...
Sorry, compared to doing business, they prefer to rob directly by force.
After trying several times, Rivergaz had basically given up on the idea of doing business with the trolls.
Therefore, instead of rejecting this group of humans from the northern Kingdom of Lordaeron, he was eager for them to establish a new human kingdom here.
In that case, he can make a lot of money from the prosperous trade, and even form a monopoly and surpass other goblins to become the most powerful chaebol.
What's more, the goblins of Azeroth have long since evolved to the capitalist stage and don't care at all about things like country, race, and territory.
As long as they can make money and make a lot of money, they don't mind selling anything, even the freedom of themselves and their families.
This is why Levigaz, who never leaves Booty Bay easily, will lead the team himself.
In addition to the fact that the remuneration Zuo Si paid was sufficient, he was even more eager to obtain someone with whom he could do business stably.
After the greedy goblin left with his fleet, the refugees began to come ashore one after another. Under the protection of the militia, they began to cut down trees and build simple walls, towers and camps.
Those experienced hunters with bows and crossbows were waiting in nearby trees to prevent beasts and trolls from sneaking in.
With enough manpower, a temporary wooden camp was built within a few hours.
The refugees who came from afar finally had a place to rest and cook in peace.
And many of them have discovered that in the warm and humid Stranglethorn Valley in the south, there are edible things everywhere.
Whether it's fish, shrimp, crabs from the sea, shells from the beach, or specialties from the river, just two nets can haul up enough to feed hundreds of people.
In addition, they are also feasting on the wide variety of fruits in the jungle, and they can even pick more to make wine.
In terms of survival resources, this place is undoubtedly a paradise.
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