After waking up from coma, many injured elves really couldn't accept that it was a group of trolls who saved them.
After these awakened elves had a general understanding of the situation, especially when they saw a group of Amani trolls separated by only a fence, they subconsciously wanted to find weapons to fight each other.
In fact, Amani thought the same way. In fact, since last night, some lightly wounded people have been confronting each other across the fence. But because the weapons have been confiscated, the soldiers guarding the middle of the fence have kept them away.
These two life-and-death enemies are surprisingly consistent on this matter.
As more and more wounded people woke up, some people began to try to attack the fence in the middle. Some high elves even tried to attack each other with spells.
"What are you doing? You didn't see what was written there! If you can't read, ask someone to read it to you!"
When the situation was about to get out of control, Li De, Antonidas, Lal and others came here together. Li De pointed to the huge slogan written in three languages on the wall:
'Non-combat zone, private fighting is prohibited!'
"I saved your lives, not to let you fight here. Once you get out of this door, you can be beaten to death as you like. But I still hope that I won't see you here again, or die directly on the battlefield, pretending to be there.
head!"
While Li De was speaking, the Archmage and Lal were responsible for translating for the two parties. There was no way, only the senior leaders of the parties who could communicate without any barriers were limited, and more people still did not understand the languages of other races.
The wounded looked in the direction of Li De's finger. Under the window against the log wall on the other side, there were square wooden boxes placed on a row of long tables. Some of them thought quickly.
I've already guessed what's inside.
"This is a place to save people. If you want to die, go out and die. Or if you really want to die here, just say so. No need to bother! We can help!"
Li De said this with murderous intent. Most of the wounded had died once. Being alive was definitely better than being dead. Moreover, looking at the soldiers surrounding him, they all returned to their beds in silence.
Then Li De raised three fingers again.
"Remember the three rules here: No fighting! No fighting! And no fucking fighting!"
The Archmage and the Lord of Witchcraft were stunned after hearing this. They had never heard of this funny statement. However, after chewing it for a while, they felt that it was simple, crude, direct and easy to understand, so they immediately translated it as it was.
After the small disturbance in the casualty area ended, several people turned and left. Li De rubbed his sullen face and said helplessly.
"If they play every day, they will have to bring in new players every day. I don't want to emphasize it with a straight face every time.
Those who are slightly injured and able to move, let them take their ashes and go away. Those who are seriously injured and have to stay here for a few days, teach them what the rules are, so that when new people come, they can always take care of the new ones."
This arrangement also made the other two people's eyes brighten. After all, they didn't want to be translators when they meet every day.
To the surprise of Li De and the others, it was probably because yesterday's events required both sides to react, so there was a rare lack of fighting today. So everyone decided to send back the lightly wounded from both sides at noon.
There were about a dozen lightly injured people on the High Elves side. Brad and a few people sent them back, followed by a cart that contained the ashes of the High Elves' dead.
There are more people on the Amani side. They have strong recovery power, and there are about twenty lightly injured people. Although I know that they don’t take the ashes of their own people seriously, in order to treat everyone equally, they still use a cart to give them to them.
They sent it back.
However, it was Lal himself who escorted the wounded Amani.
"Hey! Lar, are you free again? You seem to be in good spirits."
Hearing that something strange happened on the front line, Zuljin came to the front line to check it out in person, and then he saw Lal through the bunker.
Lal was simply furious. He came here just to ask Zul'jin to confront him, but he didn't expect that this guy actually had the nerve to say hello.
"Zul'jin! You bastard! You have betrayed Zandalari's good intentions, and you still want to drag Zandalari into trouble?! If you continue to act like this, you will only destroy Zul'Aman!"
Zul'jin turned a deaf ear to Ral's rebuke.
"Zandalari only cares about their own face, Zandalari doesn't care about Amani's interests! In the end, we still have to rely on ourselves!"
Much like the Sunstrider, Zul'jin is now finding it hard to turn back. He had tried to sacrifice himself before to buy time and space for Amani, but the Moss Troll's thousand bloody fangs made him unwilling to believe anything.
people.
Zuljin couldn't listen to anything after a few words, and Lal didn't bother to talk anymore. He left the twenty or so lightly wounded people and their ashes behind, and turned around and returned to the camp with his men.
"Warlord, what do you think? That non-combatant area, should we attack them?"
After Lal left, Malacath asked. Zuljin smiled slyly after thinking about it.
"No, these guys are here to disrupt the situation, which is actually beneficial to us now. The width of the battlefield is already limited, and these guys occupy such a large area, it will be even more difficult for the elves to attack."
Malakas was filled with admiration. As a magic priest, he was superior to Zul'jin in Loa faith, but in military terms he was much inferior to Zul'jin.
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After the lightly wounded people in the camp were sent away, the remaining people in the camp had not yet recovered and lacked the strength to make trouble.
On the battlefield where life and death are repeated every day, such a peaceful zone suddenly appears, allowing the wounded to rest peacefully, but also giving these people space to think.
Occasionally, some witch doctors would come over to give them further treatment, which made the Amani trolls feel a very strange mood.
Amani centurion Azib sat on the bed blankly, allowing a sand troll witch doctor and a Dalaran mage to examine his body.
Trolls have powerful regeneration capabilities, and most physical damage can be healed by themselves. But Amani's enemies are high elves, and their arrows and glaives are equipped with complex magical effects.
"What really caused the damage was the arrow wound on the left rib. Judging from the pulled out arrow, it was accompanied by continuous flame magic. These magics would continue to burn his internal organs, compared to the wound on his broken arm.
It’s no big deal.”
The mage of Dalaran made a judgment after looking at it, while the sand troll witch doctor who was acting as an assistant patiently kept these in mind.
But after understanding what the mage said, the witch doctor asked a difficult question.
"Mr. Wizard, how should you treat damage caused by magic? I have no experience in this area."
This witch doctor had never seen arcane magic before coming to the Kingdom Continent, and naturally he did not have the ability to treat magic damage.
The mage sighed. Besides continuing to bleed, what else could he do? He took out an ordinary glass test tube from his magic backpack.
"Only magic can be used to deal with magic. This is the frost potion we diluted yesterday. It can neutralize fire magic.
The magic of the high elves is slightly different from ours, so I can only ensure that the symptoms are relieved, but it may not be completely eliminated. However, with some residual magic, your treatment methods can activate his body functions and complete self-healing."
The witch doctor took the test tube gratefully. The magic potion inside was light blue and felt cool in his hand. There was even a layer of mist on the outer wall of the test tube.
"Open your mouth, this is the magic potion."
He used troll language to make the wary Azib open his mouth, took out the cork and poured a small tube of magic potion into the other person's mouth. The potion automatically slipped into the other person's throat as if it was alive.
Azib's eyes widened in horror, and the magic potion brought a cooling sensation to his entire chest. The burning of the magic in his body immediately eased a lot, and he even had an aftertaste in his mouth, and the taste of the potion was still there. A little sweet?
Trolls have never had a good impression of magic because they have always been victims of magic. Have they ever received magic treatment?
Until the witch doctor poured some herbs into his mouth again and used voodoo spells to awaken his body functions, the Amani had not come back to his senses.
On the contrary, the mage of Dalaran was very interested in the treatment methods of sand trolls. He had never observed voodoo magic at such a close range. It seemed to be a completely different philosophical system from arcane magic.
After the "robed doctor" and "fanged angel" left, Centurion Amani still couldn't figure out why they wanted to save him.
At this moment, someone forcefully tapped his shoulder from behind.
"Hey, you are recovering very quickly. When I brought you back yesterday, your entire arm was cut off. In just one night, half of your big arm almost grew back. "
Azib turned around and saw clearly that the person photographing him was a troll officer wearing golden armor.
Angagagu, who has always been familiar with him, is sitting next to Azib. This guy showed off his skills yesterday. While he was helping to carry the stretcher, he also had a wounded person under each arm. He was missing an arm. Azib was brought back like this.
He was also a troll soldier and no outsiders were present. Hearing from the other party's suggestion that he was the one who rescued him, Azib then asked his question.
"Why did you save me? I was supposed to be a soldier."
Azib's face did not change when he said this. It is natural in Amani society that the dead and seriously wounded become food. Not long ago, he shared his brother's meal with other soldiers. At that time, his expression did not change at all, but Only he himself knows what he is thinking.
"Why must we die when we can live? Cannibalism or eating other intelligent creatures are no longer suitable for this era. If we don't change, we will always stay in the primitive tribal state and we will not become stronger."
Angagagu's words were a bit harsh to Azib's ears. As Zuljin said, Zandalari, who did not eat humans, looked down on Amani.
"But cannibalism is Amani's tradition. How can we gain more power without cannibalism?!"
In the beliefs of most trolls, they believe that cannibalism can gain the other party's power. Angagagu once regarded this as a golden rule, but now he sounds like this view is simply ridiculous.
"If this is really useful, how come the life of the trolls is so difficult now? We have been eating people for sixteen thousand years. If we can really continue to become stronger, after so many generations of accumulation, why haven't we eaten a single person?
God is coming?"
"Ah this..."
Azib was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to answer at all.
Angegagagu didn't force him, he just stood up and patted his shoulder.
"There is nothing wrong with cannibalism in order to survive. But wanting to rely on cannibalism to become stronger or even revive a race is pure nonsense..."
Having said this, Ange Gagu scratched his unkempt hair.
"I didn't understand this before. I also like to eat people. Now I understand. There are so many delicious things, why do I have to eat people... Hey, why are I telling you this? You are not one of us...
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Angegagagu spoke casually, but he didn't want the other party to immediately catch the loopholes in his words.
"You are not a Zandalari troll? Zandalari stopped eating people a long time ago."
"Well……"
After secretly shouting "Oh no," Ange Gagu changed his face.
"I'm just using a metaphor! I'm here to warn you to stay honest here! Don't try to play any tricks!"
After saying that, the rude man left in a somewhat embarrassed manner. Azib paid attention to this, and he realized that the other party was a very special group of trolls, and he might see a different world from them.