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Muradin's face darkened and he replied.

The smile on Arthas's face faded, and he just nodded silently.

Everyone thought that Arthas was grieving for the dead soldiers, but in fact, Arthas thought much more than that.

Arthas from the future knew that humanity's foster, the mighty and terrifying Burning Legion, would eventually take over the world they had coveted.

Despite the Frost Sorrow and the Red Dragon Queen's help, this trip to Zuaman has proven that the trolls alone have a powerful enough boost to delay the Red Dragon Queen and the Frost Sorrow, so the Burning Legion ......

Arthas didn't know how many more valiant soldiers would die in the flames of the demon legions in this great battle in the future.

"Are the specific figures of casualties out?"

Arthas was silent for a long time before he asked his adjutant Paul.

"The exact numbers are still being counted, but ...... Combined with the losses in the previous wars, there were about 10,000 soldiers killed. ”

Paul replied in a low voice.

"10,000 ......"

Arthas let out a long sigh - this number is almost one-fifth of the proportion of the expeditionary force, which shows how tragic this war is.

And what about humanity? What did humanity gain from this war? Almost nothing.

It is true that there are many trolls in the city of Zuaman who have scavenged for the treasure accumulated over the years, but Arthas would rather not have these gold coins than see that the soldiers who had been alive and well a few days ago would never return to their homeland.

At this moment, Alsace felt deeply the enormous pressure of a king, a national decision-maker.

How many citizens prayed to the Light for the triumph of their Prince, but when the true triumph came, how many families lost their sons, husbands, and fathers forever?

The only thing that could ease Arthas's little unease was that his subjects would be able to avoid such a massive war forever until the arrival of the Burning Legion.

On the continent today, the alliance of humans, dwarves and high elves is quite stable for the time being, although there are some problems within the alliance, but it has not yet reached the point where it needs to be solved by war.

The alliance that had just defeated the orcs and trolls was stronger than ever, stronger than the future from which Arthas came, which also meant that the civilians living in this alliance would not suffer from war for the time being.

"We may need a little more time to deal with the aftermath of these soldiers, and may the Light accept their souls. ”

Uther's face was very serious—not only him, but even the most cheerful of Wenlesa was almost in tears of sadness after hearing such casualties.

"In the meantime, send out a search force, whether it's the remaining trolls or their treasures, don't leave anything unwanted...... The former was killed directly, and the latter was brought back to Lordaeron, and with such a huge number of casualties, the bereavement must be a lot of money. ”

Alsace told Paul.

Uther was silent, he didn't like this kind of behavior very much, because it would give him the feeling that this war was for the troll's treasure in the first place.

However, Uther didn't say anything, because he knew that Arthas was right, at least, the gold they captured could make the pension of those who died in battle more generous.

"So...... What about the captives? don't you need to leave some trolls behind? even if it's as coolies or other ......?"

Varian Ureon spoke suddenly.

As for the captives, Varian Ureon is considered to be more experienced among the people here.

Although Stormwind Chan received aid from Lordaeron and other allies, the lack of artisans and laborers caused great trouble for the reconstruction of Stormwind.

Due to the severe shortage of labor, Anduin Lothar had to take the warriors of the Iron Horse Brotherhood to participate in the reconstruction of Stormwind City.

The trolls were of great strength in every way—men and women—and Varian Ureon felt that their captives must be good seedlings of slaves.

"Prisoners? no...... These trolls don't deserve it, they're just a bunch of savage invaders...... Extermination, for them, is already the most merciful end. ”

Prince Danas snorted coldly.

The reason why Riptide Castle is involved in this war against the trolls is not only to fulfill its duties as an ally, but also to take revenge on the trolls for the tragedy they caused outside Riptide Castle six years ago.

If even one of the trolls survived, even if it was just a baby or a woman, Prince Danas felt ashamed of the civilians who died under Riptide Castle.

Six years ago, the trolls showed no mercy outside of Riptide Castle, and now, six years later, the same fate has fallen on them, and Prince Danas is confident that he will not be even a little softer than the trolls except that he will not eat them.

"Okay, I'm just talking about ......"

Varian Ureon shrugged his shoulders, he was just making an offer, and since Prince Danas was desperately opposed, forget it.

"By the way, the messenger of Zandalara, a troll named Caldara, have you found any traces of him?"

Arthas wasn't going to argue with Prince Danas over some troll captives, and in other words, mercy really didn't apply to a race like trolls, so he changed the subject lightly.

"Didn't see ......"

Prince Danas shook his head first, then Varian Ureon, Muradin's Copperbeard, and finally Aurelia Windranger.

Arthas felt a lot of regret in his heart—he knew that without this messenger from Zandalara, there would not have been so many variables on this trip to Zuaman.

If it weren't for this strange barrier of the four gods, Arthas's army would have leveled Zuaman without much effort, and would not have paid so many casualties as it does now.

Arthas didn't think that Caldara would die in the chaos - after all, in his tent, he had easily escaped in the face of Frostmourn and the Red Dragon Queen, as well as so many elite guards.

Arthas guessed that the Zandalar messenger named Caldara must have escaped, as he said that this guy was only here to mediate the war, and would certainly not be Zuaman's burial.

Arthas was right, Kardara was not dead, and while Arthas and the commanders were holding a military meeting in the temple, Kardara was on the top platform of an altar, silently watching the human and dwarven warriors running around the city of Zuaman.

"Teacher Caldara ......"

Malagoth, Zujin's most trusted chief witch doctor of the Amani Empire, stood behind Caldara with a lost look on his face, muttering under his breath.

Malagos did not know where his future lay and he had been working for Zu Jin, Emperor of the Amani Empire, until he returned to Zu Aman from the territory of the Zandala clan.

It can almost be said that Malagos's position at Zujin's side is not much different from that of the prime minister of the Amani Empire.

Usually dealing with the conflicts between the various tribes, worshipping the animal god instead of Zujin, and researching some new witchcraft in his spare time, Malagos felt that this kind of life was very suitable for his own requirements.

Despite his brutality and incomprehension, at least for Malagos, he was able to meet all his needs for materials and offerings while studying witchcraft.

But now Zujin is dead.

When Zukin fell from the sky, Malagos stood behind Caldara and watched it all, and could not do anything about it.

Long before Caldara's arrival, Malagos used the martial arts he had learned to seal the powers of some animal gods in Zujin's body, allowing him to use them.

This is the fundamental reason why Zujin can heal his wounds, but turn into a creature like a dragon eagle or a bobcat.

After the arrival of Caldara?