The outer fortifications of the Terminator Fortress are almost complete, and the humans are increasingly sweeping the perimeter of the Troll Deadwood Clan. With farmland trampled, villages burned and people slaughtered, the troll rulers of Shadralo finally realize that this is not a friction between two races, this is a war. And oneself is the one who is invaded.

"In just two months, we have lost at least eight hundred people, and we must deal a heavy blow to those humans and let them know that Hinterland belongs to the trolls!" One of the priests of Shadralo shouted at the rally.

"But where did the soldiers come from, and the Great Patriarch didn't approve of us going out of the mountains to build Shadralo and sacrifice to your lordship, and you expect the lackeys of Haka in Cincaro to help us?" A warrior in thick leather armor asked.

"Shadra will shelter us." Another priest replied.

"Yes, the Lord of Poison makes our spears and bows unstoppable, but what about food? Will you let us make a soup with the venom of the Lord of Poison? Humans have destroyed half of our farmland, and you expect to feed the entire people of Shadralo with hunting and wild fruit alone? Another troll with a feather crown asked rhetorically.

"Kill those humans, make them jerky, and we'll be able to eat them until next year." The arrogant shouted.

"Didn't it mean that Master Imasko wiped out twenty humans with two hunters, what are we afraid of?" The adherents clenched their fists in an attempt to increase the force of persuasion.

"Then the whole patrol was wiped out." Opponents scoffed.

"You coward!" Someone started to insult.

"Enough, gather men first, build a perimeter defense line on the outskirts of Shadralore, and I will ask the great Shadra for an oracle." The high priest saw that the scene was a little out of control and made a final decision. ”

"High Priest, I have no intention of questioning your decision. But if the Grand Patriarch does not give us help, it will be difficult for Shadraro to fight the invaders alone, and even if the women are allowed to take up arms, we will raise an army of up to two thousand men. But to rely on 2,000 men to attack the fortress of mankind is murder. A priest leaning in the shadows stepped out.

"Food, high priest, if we gather all our people together in the city, we will only have enough food for three months. If the remaining farmland is also destroyed by humans, how will we spend this winter? "The first leather-armored warrior asks the most critical questions.

"I'll have a sacrificial ceremony, and Shadra will shelter us." When the high priest finished speaking, he closed his eyes and did not mean to speak again.

While the trolls of Shadralo were arguing, there was also a huge dispute in the Terminator Fortress.

"General Audren, what gave you the confidence to divide your troops in three ways?" Carlos couldn't believe his ears.

"Sir Carlos, the trolls are on the move, and if they sweep their farmland, the White Plague (General Winter) will be able to destroy the fangs. This war can be over, why do you need soldiers to fight a siege war? Audren asked almost with a straight face.

For the gold in the catacombs, of course!

"General, trolls are a race that is half farming and half hunting. The impassable cliff for humans is just a large col in the eyes of the trolls, and if you want to drive these trolls out of the mountains of Hinterland, where will they go? Arathi or Hilbride. The Apostle Carlos convinces Audron.

"Traveling thousands of miles to attack us? Trolls are crazy. Odren disagrees with Carlos' assertion.

"General, don't you understand, this war has been going on so far, and there is no room to stop. Trolls and us, us humans, only one of them will survive. Carlos took a deep breath.

"We have killed nearly a thousand trolls, and it is foreseeable that the White Plague will kill more than that, and we have avenged His Royal Highness Prince Jerio, Your Excellency the Second Heir to the Throne." General Audren was a little unhappy with Carlos's entanglement.

Who handed me Bonigeto and asked me to stab this elm in the head. Carlos couldn't understand what these self-proclaimed pure military guys were thinking, could it be that your external thinking circuits were running low on power? This expedition costing hundreds of thousands of gold coins to build a string of forts in the great forest of Hinterland and kill about 2,000 trolls?

"Listen, General, the majesty of the kingdom of Alterac is not something that the civilians of those trolls can remedy. His Highness Jerio died at the sacrificial meaning of the trolls, so we are going to attack Shadralo, destroy their altars, and kill their priests. Only in this way can the majesty of the kingdom be maintained. Carlos kept his tone calm with the last of his senses.

General Audren thought for a moment and agreed with Carlos's statement.

"I have to admit that you have a lot of point, so let's destroy their cities and smash their altars."

The coalition forces have been in the great forest of Hinterland for almost half a year, the soldiers endure the heat and humidity, and the nobles endure boredom. General Audren's desire to end the war as much as possible represents the thinking of a large part of the population.

In order to weaken the power of the Horde in future wars, Carlos persuaded his father to invest in an outright war. But Carlos is really not sure if the Tomb Gold in the game is real. Broken by Alex, the father would only smile and comfort Carlos. But if gold boosts the morale of the army, and after defeating Shadralo, it is found that it cannot fulfill its promises, and Carlos's reputation as a nobleman is over. Carlos, whose reputation is bankrupt, will be marginalized in the future league, which is unacceptable to him.

The meeting was just a small meeting of powerful people within the Alterac army, and there were not many participants. After determining the ultimate goal, Audren and his officers quickly developed a new battle plan. Instead of dividing troops to sweep the trolls' sphere of influence, the plan was to send a thousand soldiers to set up a new camp in the open area away from the forest to echo the Terminator fortress, mobilize cavalry troops to rush to the front line, prepare to defeat the main troll force in the field, and then attack the empty city.

"Sir Carlos, if you agree with this plan, then we will unify our voices at the all-hands meeting tomorrow." General Audren smiled confidently.

"No problem." Although it was not the most secure battle plan in Carlos's mind, it was far better than the initial three-way division of troops.

"We will end the war before the new barrels open this year." General Odren gave assurances.

(We will end the war before Christmas---- MacArthur)

"Hehe, hehe." Carlos heard such a standing FLag and didn't know how to answer.

Eighty miles away, in Shadralore, the high priest used all the prisoners in the dungeon for blood sacrifices, and half of the inhabitants of Shadralo prostrated themselves under the altar in prayer.

"We will be victorious, Shadra bless the Deadwood Clan!"

Raising the scarlet ceremonial dagger, the High Priest let out a roar of victory.