The Tustin Gou left the camp when it was dark and returned when the sun was setting in the west.

When they returned to camp, the troll mercenaries carried one or two, three or five more, all of which were troll heads.

Standing on the high platform, Carlos felt quite good as he watched his mercenaries throw enemy heads to the ground and then go out to find the cooks for food.

"I didn't expect these mercenaries of yours to do a good job."

Aurelia said the same, her emotions unrecognizable from her tone.

"It looks like the casualties are very small."

Tulayan observed and expressed his opinion.

Trolls have anatomical problems that cause their shoulders to swing when they walk. If a human walks like this, it will be extremely awkward and the center of gravity will be unstable. But compared to humans, trolls just seem unstable, and in fact do not affect their mobility in the slightest.

Carlos watched as the troll threw down the head and staggered away, and soon the heads harvested by the Tustin Gou were piled up into a hill.

"Your Majesty, Gotakin wants to see you."

The squire loosened the straps of his armour to make his elbows more flexible, and then climbed up the platform to report to Carlos.

"Then let's go, my cavalry hasn't come back yet, let's hear what the trolls have to gain first."

After Carlos finished speaking, he bent down and held the edge of the high platform with one hand, jumped directly down, stood firmly, and then strode towards the tent. Aurelia shook her head boredly, flipped directly in the air, and landed on the same ground, following closely. Tulayan sighed and looked at Carlos and Aurelia, who didn't wait for him at all. Under the movement, the joints of the whole body rushed out, and after landing, he rolled around to relieve the force. Get up and chase after the two companions.

The guard who gave the order stuck out his head and looked at the platform that was more than three meters high, dismissed the idea of jumping down, and decided to take the ladder honestly.

"Are all the generals of the Alliance monsters?" The guard muttered as he climbed backwards down the ladder.

In the tent, Gotakin reported on the battle and intelligence gains for the day, and Carlos unreservedly praised Gotakin and his Tustin Go, and promised a rich reward.

"But Your Majesty. Is it really good that you reward their original owners with the goods you plundered from Zumashal? ”

Gotakin asked, looking confused, his words making the other humans in the tent look unpleasant.

"Gotaki. You learn the lingua franca well, but you haven't learned it yet. Carlos looked stunned, then smiled anew. In Zumashal, they are just burial utensils for the dead. Neither can be forged into weapons. Nor can it be used as food to satisfy hunger, so when we take it, you are not very opposed. ”

"Yes, that's right. But now I understand that they can buy food and weapons, and even slaves. ”

Gotakin spoke his mind truthfully.

"Why do you think the value of these possessions has changed?" Carlos asked.

"I've thought about it, but I can't tell." Gotakin replied.

"Because you joined us, because you went from enemies to allies. Gortarkin, please cherish this covenant. This is the most precious gift I can give to you moss trolls, then. Use these bounties and rewards to get your lads some good food, and I'll greet the quartermaster. Carlos said impassionedly.

"I seem to understand something, Your Majesty."

Gotakin nodded thoughtfully, but there was confusion in his eyes.

"Don't worry, think slowly, new trolls are not made in a day."

Carlos said, taking out an oak barrel with a capacity of about five liters from the corner and stuffing it into Gotaki's arms.

"What I promised just now is the Alliance's reward for the Tustin Gou Mercenary Regiment, and this is a reward I gave you in my personal name, Gou Takin, my warrior." Carlos said with a hearty smile.

Gotakin held the barrel with one hand, pulled the stopper with his free hand and sniffed it, the corners of his mouth curled with satisfaction.

"Then Your Majesty, thank you for your reward, and if there is no other command, I will take my leave."

"Go down and rest."

"Then I'll take my leave."

After Gotakin and his standing people left the tent and returned to the troll camp, the troll leader tossed the barrel to the others, signaling them to drink it themselves and ignore themselves.

"Gotakin, why are you provoking the king of the human race?" His deputy asked.

"Because humans want us to be stupid." Gotakin replied.

"But aren't we supposed to be fully demonstrating our value?" Gortakin's lieutenant was perplexed by the leader's capricious words.

"Yes, our value is to be stupid and fight, and today we did a good job. I, Gotakin, a little clever Dead Brain, hahaha. ”

Gotakin didn't know what to think of, and laughed.

"It's a nice wine, why don't you have some?"

"From the moment you elected me to become Gotakin, I didn't drink a single drop."

Without a hint of hesitation, Gotakin rejected the wine glass handed by his subordinates.

And after the trolls of the Tustin Gou mercenary group left, the generals of the alliance quarreled.

"Carlos, the horde is plotting a grand conspiracy, look at these fragments that your trolls have found, these fragments infected with strange energy, these fragments of runestone. Although we don't know what the orcs are planning outside, we will destroy whatever they want! They must not be allowed to succeed, time is pressing! ”

"Aurelia, because we don't know what the tribe is planning, we should be cautious about everything, we don't know if we can get more support from your people, and we are numerically inferior, we need more information!"

Although Tulayan is madly infatuated with Aurelia and regards her as his goddess, as the lieutenant of the Alliance, this young paladin has never forgotten his identity as a general for a moment, and at critical moments, he will never let his subordinates take risks because of the paranoia of the goddess in his mind.

"I think it's better for us to divide up our forces and take advantage of the asymmetry of tribal intelligence to fight a few battles and reduce the number of trolls first?"

"There are more than 10,000 trolls according to intelligence, and there are nasty things like kobolds and forest spirits, and we, plus the elves, are only 6,000, so I don't think it's a good idea to divide the army."

"After all, it's still a lack of intelligence, we don't know what that guy named Zujin is planning."

Listening to the people around him arguing and arguing, Carlos was slightly distracted.

Zujin didn't have to worry about it, the real difficulty was how to stop Guldan.

This butterfly has caused a storm in time and space, and the memories of the previous life can no longer be fully trusted, and can only be used as a reference. So, what is Gul'dan planning now?

Carlos didn't care at all how much the High Elves had to lose, he only cared about how much the unstable factor of Gul'dan would affect the Alliance.

After all, runestone is a completely unmagical thing.

"That's enough, I have a word for you to listen to."

Carlos's shouting quieted the scene.

"Aurelia, you have a way to spread the word, you have invited an army of 20,000 humans, ready to cooperate with the defenders of Quel'Salas to completely destroy the trolls, and target Zuaman. Second, the whole army prepared dry rations for 10 days. ”

Carlos slammed his fist on the combat map.

"It doesn't matter how many ways it comes, I'll only fight all the way. Defensive combat is not my style. (To be continued......)