How many humans are there in the world of Azeroth?

Lordaeron has a tax population of two million, the Alterac Kingdom is less than 200,000, Gilneth is more than a million, Dalaran and Kurtilas are suddenly supplied, and the Storm Kingdom in the south is also two million in a hundred years, plus the mountain people who evade taxes are also savages.

Before the orc invasion, it was only seven million.

The First Orc War devastated the Stormwind Kingdom, at least one-third of the population died in the war, and the ensuing orc purge and famine took at least one-third of the population.

The second orc invasion has hit until now, and the Hillbride Hill Hill region, the original rich land, has also been beaten into a white land, and the Lordaeron Alliance has almost broken 70,000 dead soldiers, not counting the disabled and seriously injured, and at the same time, the bandits and famine after the loss of order do not know how many human lives will be taken.

According to rough statistics, there are less than 6 million human beings today.

What about trolls?

How many trolls are there?

Even in ancient times, the two empires of Amani and Gulabash were beaten to the ground by the emerging Kadore Empire, and the emaciated camel was bigger than a horse, and the overlord race that once ruled the entire ancient Kalimdor continent still existed.

In the aftermath of the explosion of the Well of Eternity, a new order was forged, humanity rose in the Eastern Kingdoms, and the elves shrank in the north-central continent of Kalimdor. And trolls, all over the world.

Northrend, Kalimdor, the Eastern Kingdoms, Pandaria, and the overseas Broken Isles, almost everywhere you want, there are traces of trolls.

Don't look at the trolls who don't seem to be very good now, but when you think about it, it's terrifying, what a terrifying force this is.

Not to mention, the disc points to the troll forces of the Eastern Kingdom.

In the northern continent of Lordaeron, the remnants of the Amani trolls in ancient times. The old enemy who was renamed and changed his surname and the emerging humans gave a fat beating, and the social order collapsed, and since then, the trolls of Lordaeron have lost their civilization and heritage, and have split into countless clan societies, scattered in the deep mountains and old forests of Lordaeron, using animal tooth stone tools. Life like a savage.

It's impossible to count how many trolls there are in Lordaeron, but it's only a few, if you add up to five times the number of trolls in cities like Zuaman, Cincaro, Shadralo, and Zumashal, who still have a basic civilization.

In this way, a conservative estimate is also more than 500,000.

This is still a Lordaeron troll who has been beaten by fat for hundreds of years.

And in the Valley of Thorns to the south, the Gulabash trolls have regrouped and recharged their batteries in the megacity of Zur Ghrab, intent on restoring their former glory.

In Zulghrab's sphere of influence, a million trolls is by no means a slogan.

Overseas archipelago. The mysterious Zandalar tribe is a mystery of strength.

There are countless wild trolls who have lost civilizations and reduced to higher beasts.

To make a rough calculation, the trolls who still maintain the social structure are about two million in the Eastern Kingdom, and the wild trolls are only afraid of more than two million.

After Carlos became king, the channels for obtaining information became more diverse and the accuracy was improved. After a large number of inquiries, I finally got a generally reliable data. But after counting the data, the king of Alterac broke out in a cold sweat.

That's a terrible amount. If the trolls join forces, will the Night Elves who have given up their magic be able to turn the tide again? If the trolls of the Eastern Kingdoms unite. Can humans and High Elves really be able to defeat these terrifying monsters again? If Lordaeron's trolls unite, will the Alliance have a slight chance of winning?

Fortunately, the war 2,000 years ago completely destroyed the social structure of the trolls, and the fragmented clans and tribes could not fight against the kingdom of humans.

Although humans are inferior to trolls in terms of size, physique, physical strength, and physique, the fire of civilization burns the barbaric body. Trolls who are better than humans live a life that is not even as good as a pet dog.

But who can guarantee that this situation will continue forever?

Carlos, who has more memories than the natives of Azeroth, is deeply worthy of the trolls who have regained the flame of civilization, whether it is the Gulabash trolls of Zulgrab or the trolls led by the Zandalar clan, the two counterattacks of the trolls almost turned the whole world upside down.

It's impossible to tell what the world is all about. But Carlos can feel, touch, and experience with his heart, then the world is real to him.

In the real world, Carlos didn't dare to bet that a group of explorers could break the terrifying frenzy of trolls.

Sooner or later, trolls will rise.

The trolls' sheer race base and the remnants of Zandalar that survived the ancient times meant that trolls would rise sooner or later.

Since the rise of trolls is inevitable, and humans don't have the strength to kill all trolls, what to do?

Perhaps this question will make countless philosophers and thinkers despair to the point of suicide.

But the military Carlos has his own mindset: trolls will eventually find their own civilization, and this is inevitable. Then, let the trolls rise according to my wishes and civilization according to the model of humanity.

This plan is classified as top secret by Carlos, and is referred to by those in the know as the "New Troll Project" or the "Troll Completion Plan".

The approximate steps of the plan are divided into five steps.

The first step is to use the means of white terror to license a group of trolls who are threatened by both humans and compatriots.

The second step is to give them cruel hope and realistic despair.

The third step is to guide such a troll to accept human civilization.

The fourth step is to use these humanized trolls to assimilate and fight more trolls.

The fifth step is to create and intensify the conflict between the old and new trolls, and turn the hatred between humans and trolls into a discord between the trolls of new ideas and the old-school clique.

At this point, human society will be freed from the shadow of the tens of millions of trolls in Azeroth.

Alex. When Barros first heard that his son was talking about this plan, he thought it was a fantasy, but with detailed data and reliable reasoning, the regent Grand Duke of the Kingdom of Alterac did not realize that the manuscript had been torn by himself.

After convincing the Grand Duke by Alex. Barov took the lead, and Carlos was aided by the survivors of the Tirisfa Council.

Carlos was stunned when he heard his father mention the Council of Tirisfa.

Wait for Alex to finish explaining, combined with his own memories. Carlos realized that Medivan had destroyed the headquarters of the Council of Tiris, killing all the mages in the secret base, and that a few of them had survived.

"If the Council still exists, where can the orcs be so rampant."

The Barov family is one of the financiers behind the Tirisfa Council, and Alex is particularly saddened by the destruction of the Tirisfa Council. The family's investment for hundreds of years, regardless of the cost, has all been lost.

And Carlos was like listening to a mythical story, and he felt that this world was so strange, and the shady scenes behind the world were so terrifying.

When I think about it, I feel a visceral fear of Sargeras.

It's not the fear of the power of the Fallen Titans, it's the fear of the Burning Legion's calculations of the human heart.

Sargeras, step by step, link by link, has long understood the current predicament of mankind.

Was this a coincidence or part of the plan?

When Carlos gets stuck in an endless loop of thinking, a name pulls him out.

"Among the survivors of Tirisfa. Former Guardian Magna. Your Excellency Archmage Egwene is now living in seclusion near Dabire's Farm in the Arathi Heights, and your report is so terrible that I must submit it to His Excellency Archmage Egwene. "Alex. That's what Barov said.

So, Carlos met the legendary mage who walked with a portal, Magna. Egwen.

There are no words to describe the appearance of this former Guardian, because Magna. Egwene has given himself a higher designation of amnesia: appearance. Carlos only remembered the long hair that shone like gold.

While other archmages were still studying elemental magic, Magna. Egwen's sorcery has reached the pinnacle of Azeroth. Even though Carlos had already gained four more experiences on the path of light, he still felt that the indescribably beautiful archmage in front of him was full of mana. It is as deep as the sea, and you can't see the depth at all.

Not to say Magna. Did Egwene pass on most of the Guardian's power to his son Medivan? How vain Magna is. Egwene is still so fierce? How did Lothar beat Medivan in Karazhan in the first place?

When Carlos was distracted. Magna. Egwen had finished reading Carlos' report.

"Very well, don't worry about it, I will give you the necessary support."

Magna. After Egwen finished speaking, without too many spell casting gestures and spells, with a snap of his fingers, a portal was opened. Leave as you come, leaving only Barov and his son in the secret room.

"Father, Azeroth is too dangerous, I want to go back to Earth."

"Carlos, what did you say?"

"I said let's refine the whole plan."

"Yes. The interests of humanity and the interests of Alterac, as well as the interests of our Barov family, must be integrated. ”

King Terenus's request for help caused Barov and his son to revise the plan, and at the same time, Carlos's eyes lit up and he found a new breakthrough - Zumashal.

When the army besieged Zumashal, the trolls succumbed and exchanged the precious metals, jewels and mystical materials used for centuries to worship their ancestors for the necessities of survival.

But that's just the beginning.

Habit is a terrible force, as soon as you withdraw from the first step, there will be a second step, a third step, until you are behind a cliff, there is no way back.

For Ilsawens, the troll priestess of Zumashal, she thought it was folly for Carlos and his army to return the Ancestral Staff and the Triple Hallows of Death.

The Ancestors will bless the trolls!

Although not as radical and extreme as Mihayd, Ilsawens is still a troll racist.

Humans can take advantage of it, but they can't believe it. Ilsawens is convinced of this, and what she has done may seem like a conflict, but one thing has not changed: to keep Zumashal out of the war.

To the moss trolls of Zumashal, Ilsawens is still the lord of the benevolent sacrifice and the care of her people.

On the night that Carlos delivered the first shipment of the expensive grain to be traded with the moss trolls, Ilsavins communicated with the spirits of the prophets on the altar platform in the hope of a revelation, but the priestess was horrified to find that she could not contact any of the gods.

The anxious and desperate priestess blew the cold wind on the altar all night but found nothing.

What Ilsawens didn't know was that the moss trolls had worshiped the spirit of the gods condensed from the souls of their ancestors for nearly a thousand years. Egwen. It was almost like a dessert, and her act of using the ancestral sacrificial staff and the Three Hallows of Death to communicate with the ancestral spirits was a complete murder of the weakened spirit spirit.

"King of Alterac, I have fulfilled my share of responsibility, and the rest will be left to you."

It's just a message that goes straight to the bottom of my heart, proving that Magna. Egwene did it. There is no indication that the archmage was present in Zumashal.

"Trolls don't need gods." Carlos whispered to himself, "Then you can start planning for the next step." ”

Immediately afterward, Carlos asks Ilsavins that the Alliance does not trust the other trolls, and asks Ilsavins to confirm her position among the moss trolls and formally sign a document to strengthen the covenant.

Having lost the protection of the gods, Ilsawens woke up like an electric shock and was incredulous, and humans were really ready to keep the promise!

Ten days is enough time for Zumashal's trolls to give birth to a new leadership. Under Ilsawens. Chiefs and petty bosses, large and small, have initially established their authority.

Under the pressure of Mr. Onetooth's tandem and the human army, the previous priests' faction bloodily suppressed the opposition, sending the beleaguered Ilsawens to the throne of the head of the Evil Moss Clan.

However, Carlos, or the Alliance, did not recognize the status of the patriarch of Ilsavins.

"Either Ilsawens, the lord of Zumashal, or Ilsavins, the queen of the moss trolls, what is the patriarch? Didn't you just die? ”

Carlos's overt words and covert instigation plunged Zumashal into a fourth chaos.

It's a pity that the opposition, i.e. fate, has no food, and Ilsawens wants to oppose it. was restrained by his subordinates and sent to the throne.

"Carlos, did this work?" Tulayan watched the sudden changes in the past few days as if he were watching a drama. I feel that the plot has ups and downs, peaks and loops, and it is very enjoyable, but he is not sure how effective it is.

"The climax is coming soon." Carlos stretched and replied to Tulayan.

At the Queen's enthronement ceremony, Zumashal's Prime Minister was the only one. Mr. Badtooth gave a breathtaking speech. Touched the heart of the moss troll.

"I know that some people are not convinced, thinking that this is a trap and that sooner or later humans will kill us! The hatred between trolls and humans has continued from antiquity to the present, and the contradictions between the two sides are irreconcilable. Humanity has taken away our land. It has taken away our civilization and destroyed the invincible empire of Amani trolls into ruins, turning the once ruler of this continent into a poor, hungry and hungry man. What a hateful human being! ”

Mr. Onetooth's retort attracts the attention of all the moss trolls, aren't you a human stooge?

"But have you thought about a question? Is the hatred between trolls and humans really indelible and irreversible, knows the immediate end? Is this true? Who said it, and who did you listen to? ”

Mr. Onetooth uses a long series of rhetorical questions to confuse the moss trolls.

"It was the elders of the clan who said it, it was your parents who said it when you were young, that the human race is coming! Humans are coming! , you make up for the sleep again, the human beings are coming to eat you! Right! ”

Mr. Onetooth asked with a god.

"But I'm going to give you a truth, one that no one has thought of before. We trolls, take your hero Zujin as an example, he eats well, sleeps well, wears warmly, and has lived for more than six hundred years! And some old guys live to be a thousand years old! As long as we trolls don't starve, we can live a thousand years! But what about humans? Eating and drinking well is a hundred years of life. What would you think when the old guy of hundreds of years ago said to a human being who was dozens of years old, invader, you have to pay for the crimes of your grandfather's grandfather? ”

"Most of humanity today has long forgotten the war of the past, the war that knocked our trolls to dust and covered in mud. Humanity has forgotten the hatred of the past, and we still remember. ”

After Mr. Duya finished speaking, he took a few steps in place.

"Let me tell you something, something that you have been deceived for hundreds of years, thousands of years."

Mr. Dugaya took a deep breath.

"Humans don't eat trolls! Listen, humans don't eat trolls! You have been deceived! , because it's important, so I repeat, trolls eat humans, but humans don't eat trolls! ”

Mister Dufang roared in a voice that bordered on roaring, "You resent the humans for taking the glory of our Troll Ancestors, but the humans hate the Trolls only because you eat people. Yes, you, not us, not me, I, the one-tooth from the Evil Tooth Clan, I don't eat people, so I became friends with humans, with human kings, and you are fighting to the death with humans. I've tasted Lordaeron's Salvation, I've eaten Alterac's cheese, I've tried the wine of the elves on the other side of the continent, who you say are worse than humans, I've worn silk clothes, and I've worn weapons forged with magic! Why? Because I don't eat people! ”

Mr. Duya said to throw it away, and I don't know how he put it on his body.

"We trolls were defeated in antiquity, but it wasn't humans who defeated us, it was ourselves! How can humans not hate us when we give up our dignity as intelligent beings and become like wild animals, we eat people and treat humans like domestic animals? It is the trolls themselves who close the door to peace, and it is the trolls themselves who think of themselves as beasts! ”

The hoarse Mr. Onetooth fell to his knees and let out a cry.

"And now the dawn of peace has appeared, and humanity has expressed their sincerity with food and supplies, and they have five thousand strong men, fully armed, strong men with steel swords and iron armor. And we don't count all the old and weak women and children as many as them, but they didn't kill us, they are credible. Peace is within reach, and all that is needed is for us to abandon some bad habits, such as cannibalism. ”

Mister Onetooth stood up, straightening the troll's seemingly forever crooked spine.

"New trolls, new ethos, start with me, I'm a single tooth. Evil teeth, I have never eaten people before, and I will not eat them in the future! ”

After speaking, Mr. Duya, who was the prime minister of the Zumashar Kingdom, used his hands to break his only big tooth.

"The glory of the ancestors is not starvation, the glory of the trolls is not barbarism and ignorance, from this day on, you can call me a broken tooth. Shuma. In the language of the trolls, Shuma means perseverance. For the sake of the Queen, for the sake of all the trolls of Zumashal, I will do everything in my power to maintain friendship with humanity and create a life where everyone can be fed and warm, and if I break my oath, I will end up like this tooth. ”

Mr. Onetooth, no, the Prime Minister of Broken Tooth slammed his broken tooth to the ground.

When the time came, the Broken Tooth Prime Minister's nurse began to shout, and the human soldiers shouted slogans in troll language with strange accents.

Eventually, all the voices mean the same thing.

"Long live Her Majesty Queen Elisawens."

"Long live the new trolls."

"Long live peace and friendship."

With this deafening sound, Tulayan looked at Carlos and leaned into his ear.

"You've turned against a city troll?"

Carlos also put his head next to Tulayan's ear.

"This is just the beginning." (To be continued......)

PS: It's full of calculations, where is the trust between people and trolls.