We weren't talking about emotional matters or intimate things between us. Instead, he turned to politics, post-war political topics, such as some arrangements after Lordaeron's liberation and future relations with the tribes, as well as the distribution of troops and official positions, and so on. That's what's important to us.

Of course, we can't completely leave aside the emotional aspects, for example, one of the longest topics among us is to discuss how to get these Night Elf priestesses under Mavi together with some of our generals and cronies. After going through so much, we all realize that their priestesses are very powerful existences, they can fight well when they wear military uniforms, and they are more powerful medical personnel than paladins when they take off their military uniforms, not only that, but their powerful spells are also rare for us, and each of them is kind at heart, and they don't have any selfish intentions towards us... Of course, the most important thing is that they are all women, and if they can marry our people, then they are no different from one of us. After all, the identity of the Night Elves still made me feel a little estranged, and it also strengthened their determination to obey the Alliance.

Of course, the premise is that they must not reject such things. But I believe that it is possible, after all, after experiencing this war, they will slowly cultivate their feelings. If they're all like Mavi...

Anyway, Gianna and I should have talked about the battle with the Horde not much at all, but more about what happened after our victory over the Horde. Because I and all the commanders don't think that there is any other way for the Horde to resist us. Or perhaps it is our underestimation that causes us to fall into passivity......

......

Three days later we arrived at our destination, the southernmost island of the Dark Spear Archipelago. During this time, we did not encounter any ships. It wasn't until we got close to the island called Bloodclaw that we encountered some sizable enemy ship resistance. They tried in vain to use the clusters of batteries built on some of the high platforms along the coastline to resist our attacks, but unfortunately they were much inferior in tonnage to ours. The turtle cowered on the coastline and did not dare to confront us head-on.

However, this does not mean that they are cowardly, and there is a reason why they have chosen this tactic, because the coastline they are defending is a concave terrain, and if we do not destroy the enemy's batteries at sea and rush into the inner bay, we will be severely damaged.

But it's not that hard. Seeing that the enemy did not have much anti-aircraft equipment, it was decided to adopt a new tactic, which was to use some modified transports, that is, transports loaded with a large amount of ammunition with griffon knights. Use aerial dive bombardment to attack the enemy, then reload and repeat the bombardment.

This was the first practical attack by such an aircraft carrier-like warship unit. Led by my transformation into a dragon, a large number of griffon knights continued to drop various explosives over the enemy island, and the enemy's turrets instantly turned into a sea of fire. As a last resort, the tribal warships anchored in the harbor defense decided to fight our battleships anchored in the deep sea under the bombardment, but unfortunately, although we had almost no fleet of battleships of large tonnage of Kurtiras, the tonnage and number of cruisers in Stormwind and Ironforge were still far greater than the destroyers of this tribe, and with the support of the air force, the enemy was all sunk by us without even entering their artillery range.

Similarly, the enemy's batteries on the shore were completely destroyed under the attack of our air force. Of course, we are not satisfied with the status quo, we still have to destroy all the facilities and even all the tribes on the entire island, after all, this is the bat production area of their Batrider, and I can't leave a hidden danger for the Alliance.

Because there are many coconut trees and other tall vegetation on the island, which interferes with our view, I finally decided to purify the place with flames. When I burn the trees nearby, I always find a lot of trolls hiding nearby.

I think these trolls are waiting for us to land and give us a sneak attack, but I'm not going to give them that chance. We tried to destroy as many of the obtrusive defenses as we could, and it wasn't until the entire island was flat that there was no end in sight that our main knights landed and took over the island, which was devoid of enemies. Then the basic infrastructure was rebuilt here and stationed here.

That's right, we wanted to use this as a springboard to the main island of Darkspear Island in the first place, so I'll have to keep it safe anyway.

After using artillery and griffons and my flames, the place was finally completely purified. In this war, we crushed the Horde with zero losses. Except for the small fishing boats in some small harbors on the north side of the island, all the trolls here have been wiped out, and the habitat of the giant bats has been destroyed.

Convinced that there was no trace of any enemy on the island, Gianna, who had been watching the battle, used her own powerful blizzard to extinguish the flames we had unleashed, and finally after a day, our infantry stepped into and occupied the island. Today's war ends randomly.

I am very happy with the outcome of this war, even better than I thought of the best process. Without losses, the outposts of the Horde and a considerable number of enemy warships and troops were eliminated. Not only did it boost our morale, but it also gave us a taste of being beaten for the first time.

I've decided to rest for the night, and tomorrow I'll continue to attack Zarazane Island to the west, which is the size of Bloodclaw Island, and then attack Darkspear Island. I believe that at this rate, in less than five days, I will be able to completely annihilate the Horde's navy.

Of course, we can't relax, and after patrolling in batches, we will rest and prepare for tomorrow's battle.

......

On the other side of the same morning on the island of Zarazane, the leader of the place, Zarazane, had seen all this from a distance, and he saw the powerful destructive power of the Alliance. In one day, all of Bloodclaw's troll and troll navy, as well as the established coastline defenses, were scorched in an instant.

He saw very clearly that if it weren't for the fact that the tribe still had a large number of troll guerrillas scattered on the island, and the alliance would have to destroy the habitat of bats deep on the island, it would only take a few tens of minutes for the alliance to win this war. And what is even more frightening is that the alliance's fleet does not seem to have used its strength. Because many warships did not fire a single shot from beginning to end. And there are no powerful spells to bombard there, which already shows that there is no point in war defense ...

As the leader of the trolls on the island of Zarazane, Zarazane knows that the next step is that the goal of the alliance is himself, but what should he do? His own strength is not much stronger than the defense of Bloodclaw Island, and the tribe's navy has been severely damaged in the sea north of the Dust Swamp, and the same is true of the tribe's army, when he learned that the main force led by Thrall is still in the Dust Swamp, Zalazan couldn't help but scold the leader of this tribe, Thrall, and now their troll Bloodclaw Island defenders are all wiped out, which makes him feel very angry, yes, he thought that Thrall was sure that Arthas was going to regain the lost territory so that there was no defense, but now it seems that the tribe seems to treat them as outcasts and left them here for the alliance to slaughter。

"What are we going to do? ”

Zarazane couldn't help but be annoyed when he heard his lieutenant say that he was trying to retreat without permission, and although he thought the same way, he couldn't do it.

"What's the difference between our island and the main island of the Dark Spear! Sooner or later it will turn into a sea of fire, and we'll be accused of being deserters. ”

"Then what do we do?" the adjutant heard that his chief's opinion was in line with his own, so he asked in a different way, to which Zarazane sighed and said a more feasible way, because he thought that Zurkin would not abandon him, perhaps, but Zalazan could only believe it, otherwise Zurkin would regard him as a traitor.

"Waiting for the order of our Lord Zulgin, he must have his own plans. ”

Yes, Zulkin has a great reputation among trolls, and his ability to lead his race to survive the power of Lordaeron, Riptide and Quel'Thalas has proven his strength, so Zalazan is still convinced that he must have something to do. It was at this time that Zulkin's messenger Senkin arrived, and he informed this Zalazane chief about Zulkin's plans:

"All the armies moved to the main island of Darkspear, and the inhabitants who were still stationed landed in our village and then to Orgrimmar. ”

"A powerful alliance is not far away, how can they possibly give us the opportunity to transfer. ”

Zarazane questioned Senkin's message, but Senkin was prepared to deal with his questioning.

"They'll clean up the island, so what you have is time shifting. Jinsen said, the same sentence he brought. "I have that question, too, but Lord Zulkin asked me to tell you this. ”

Hearing this, Zarazane was no longer puzzled, and he was convinced that Zurkin was prepared, so he looked very convinced.

"Very well, it seems that he has not forgotten about us. ”

Zarazane nodded, as if recognizing what Zurkin should be preparing, and Senkin was convinced.

"Lord Zulkin seems to be very confident in the tactics of the Alliance, please believe in that. ”

"I see. Zarazane showed respect, and immediately organized his troops and headed for the main island of Darkspear. And, as Zulkin said, they retreated without being attacked by the Alliance.

......

Zarazane, who had been sailing to the main island of Darkspear at night, couldn't sleep, and as the troll's chief witch doctor, he always had a hunch that something big was going to happen. And this kind of big event is far more than the uneasy feeling I felt when I learned of the invasion of the coalition navy a few days ago. In response, Zarazane believes that the alliance is going to wipe them out. Just like the scene of Bloodclaw Island during the day, if his hunch is really like this, then Zarazane himself can't help but feel a little frightened, after all, as the patriarch, he doesn't want this to be the most, but what is the hunch this time? If the little hunch is the destruction of the entire troll clan of an island, then this hunch will be...

So Zarazane was alone on the deck of his flagship, thinking about the future of his people, and of course thinking about the past. Along with the great anger brought on him by the premonition, Angry Zurkin had not listened to him not to join the Horde and to wage war against the Burning Legion. His suggestion at the time was to use his great maritime power to develop trade, maintain neutrality, and strive for profit while also getting others to change their perception of trolls, so that trolls would not be in the current situation. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, because no one of his people supported him even when Zurkin offered to join the tribe.

Although Zurkin asked them to return to the main island to fight with them this time, as far as the results were concerned, Zarazane still did not think that they had any chance of winning, the Alliance's fleet was too strong, and even if all the trolls were combined, they were no match at all. He believes that the best way is not to continue to defend like this, but to abandon Darkspear Island and rendezvous with the Horde, and on land, the Horde and the Alliance can play to their advantage without strong naval support. But now let him continue to use the island to defend against the Alliance, perhaps as he had a hunch, the end of their race came as he had predicted, because he had heard that the powerful mages in the Alliance could unleash magic similar to Akmund to kill hundreds of thousands of tribes' troops in one fell swoop, and even almost kill their own powerful leader.

Just as he was thinking and remembering with anger, a strange figure covered in a dark gray cloth appeared on his ship. When he paid attention, the figure was already in front of him, and Zarazane realized that the strength of this powerful figure must surpass him, and just as he was about to call out to the guards, the figure unwrapped his head, the figure of a troll, Zalazane realized that the troll in front of him was the god Bonsandy he worshipped, although no troll had ever seen the troll shoot directly, but Zalazane, who was proficient in witchcraft, felt that the troll in front of him was him.

"Bang Sandy?!Is that you?"

The figure didn't pay attention to Zarazane's nonsense, but told him a message.

"Now that the Trolls are going to be the pawns of the Horde to attack the Alliance from that fool of Zulkin, it's self-digging. ”

Hearing his god say this, Zalazan has come to the spirit, after all, he thinks the same as himself, he doesn't want to be cannon fodder for the tribe, and the legend says that this god will only appear when the trolls are in danger of being wiped out, and now it is the right time for him to come.

"I know that, but what can we do? After the battle of the Northern Fortress, the alliance has achieved a strategic shift and severely damaged our troops, which is also a helpless choice, after all, we have joined the Horde, and the alliance will not let us go. ”

Zalazane said tentatively, and Bonsandy showed his attitude, as if he did not deny that it was wrong for trolls to join the tribe. It was Zurkin's selfishness that was at fault, and the deeper their conversation went, made Zarazane more convinced that the troll was his god, for in words he cared deeply about each troll, just as it was rumored.

"Yes, the alliance will not let the tribe go, and of course it will not let go of the trolls, from the perspective of the overall situation, Sal's plan is not wrong, but that guy Zurkin actually sacrificed the interests of other troll races to realize his ambition to play to rule the trolls, that is really selfish, he is a little unworthy of being the leader of the trolls. ”

"What? Why is Zulkin selfish? Isn't he waiting for us to face the alliance together on the main island of Dark Spear?"

Zalazane questioned, while Bonsandy explained in detail.

"He has moved the Jungle Trolls and Forest Trolls, as well as the Darkspear tribe loyal to him, leaving you to die there. ”

"It's... How could it be. ”

"When you get to the island, you'll know that when you get to the island, you'll be able to see some trolls who haven't been transferred yet. The robed troll said this, and then sighed and took Zarazane by surprise. "But it's also a last resort for the bigger picture. ”

"That is, you told me that someone will have to sacrifice, and it will be us who will be sacrificed. ”

"Yes, but you don't necessarily need to sacrifice, and I'm going to teach you some ways to sacrifice in place of your people. ”

"What's the solution?" Zarazane asked, confused, and just then, the black-robed troll reached his palm towards Zarazane's head and taught him some sorcery.

"Resurrect the deceased mighty Troll Warriors, whose undead form will help you resist the Alliance's attacks and make them sacrifice in our place. ”

Zarazane was painfully forced to study the resurrection magic, and when the pain was over, the shadow vanished, leaving Zarazane alone on the deck. But when he had fully mastered the magic that the dark shadow said at the moment, yes, it was the powerful resurrection magic of the undead, he knew that this spell of his own could resurrect any deceased troll, and compared to ordinary undead magic, unlike ordinary necromancer magic, even if the corpse was mutilated, as long as the deceased soul agreed, they could resurrect their souls on some puppets and continue to fight, and there were a large number of troll tombs in the center of Dark Spear Island.

Zarazane hesitated, but as the sun rose, and when he saw some of the living people in the fleet, he realized that if he could get them out of the Dark Spear Island alive, he would have to do it...

Two days earlier, Zulkin had received a secret letter from Saar, and understood Saar's plan, which was to focus on the alliance's landing battles and let Zulkin not consume his naval forces. Zurkin had no doubts about Sal's plan, knowing that it was a last resort for the tribe. But to make this plan a reality, it would be necessary to send a significant portion of the main forces to make the Alliance realize that they had wiped out the main naval force of the Horde. Of course, he didn't know when the Coalition would get here. He must hurry up with this plan.

So he could only choose the way to give up the car to protect the commander, that is, to take some trolls who were relatively estranged from him as the object of this sacrifice, so he immediately thought of Zalazane, the leader of the trolls, yes, this guy actually ordered the name of the island where he was located in his own name, such arrogant behavior still made Zurkin somewhat unhappy, although that guy did not disobey his orders, but who knows what will happen in the future. Coupled with the fact that his clan is a powerful race that is relatively unrelated to himself, Zulkin decides to leave some trolls from other races, such as the snow trolls who fled in Northrend, to stay on the main island of Darkspear. He and his main navy, as well as the Dark Spear, the Forest, the Jungle Trolls, etc., who were completely loyal to him, fled to the area near the exiled coast, where he had other plans waiting for him to carry out.

When Zalazane arrived with his army, Zurkin was the last of the forest trolls to leave, and when he saw this, Zalazane realized that the dark shadow was right, and that Zulkin was indeed moving his own people, leaving the other outsiders, namely other trolls and his own tribe, here to welcome the Alliance.

When Zulkin realized that Zarazane had arrived, he was greeted by his own guards and informed the troll of his plans.

"I think you're going to have to defend this place for us, the trolls can't all die here. ”

At this time, Zulkin comforted the patriarch, but compared to the hypocrisy of other races, Zulkin was very direct, and he himself was prepared, if Zalazane did not agree, then kill him and find a troll who agreed with his suggestion to carry out the order.

The powerful Zulkin was confident that he would kill Zarazane by his guards, but Zarazane did not deny Zuljin's orders, much to the surprise of the troll chieftain.

"You're right, Lord Zulkin, we trolls can't all die here. I'm going to stick here, but I'm going to do it in a different way, so I don't have to sacrifice too many of our people at all. ”

"Oh, what's that way to do that?"

Zulkin was very puzzled, of course he was also on guard, after all, the experienced troll leader knew very well that this was often the time when his safety was threatened, but Zarazan just smiled, and then waved his hand, and soon the nearby deceased troll who didn't know how long he had been dead on the beach was resurrected by him, and Zulkin quickly realized that this witchcraft was the undead summoning technique of the undead scourge. Maybe if he had put it in the past, he would not hesitate to kill such an existence as their race, but he didn't do it now, first of all, he wasn't sure if the strength of the troll in front of him was surpassing his own, of course, there was another important reason, that is, for their trolls now, this is indeed a good way to make up for the serious disadvantage of the current troll's strength. But Zurkin is not a fool, and of course he has to understand Zarazane's purpose:

"I don't know when you learned this magic, but you'll have to give me a reason why I'll let you use this kind of magic. ”

"The reason is simple, our trolls still have to survive, and now that they have sacrificed me, you will be next. If we don't do this, we will perish, and the alliance is strong, and you should realize that the current crisis is external, not the conflict between our races, and if I am disloyal to you, I don't need to show you that I am capable of this, do I?" Zarazane said this, apparently equally experienced in knowing what Zurkin might do to himself, and how he could deal with such a personal crisis

"And for good reason. I'll take your people with me. ”

Zurkin hesitated for a moment as he clutched his tomahawk, but eventually agreed with Zarazane's statement and was escorted out by several of his bodyguards. Zarazane bowed deeply behind his back in respect.

"Of course, you are the leader of all our trolls, Lord Zulkin. ”

Although Zarazane said so, he hated Zurkin in his heart, he did not expect this troll leader to treat himself and his people like this, and he was determined to overthrow his rule over the trolls.

As a result, Zarazane was appointed by Zulkin as the troll's second man to lead the trolls here against the Alliance. And Zarazane waited for Zurkin to leave. Immediately implemented his plan. Such a plan began. That is to go to the burial center of the martyrs and resurrect the martyrs and warriors of the previous trolls here. And after these resurrected warriors were resurrected, Zalazane seemed to feel the will of these people, and this feeling of overriding them slowly made him enjoy a kind of pleasure, a pleasure of absolute domination. And it is precisely because of this evil magic that the originally very selfless Zarazane gradually lost himself. Becoming very arrogant, coupled with his hatred of Zurkin, made him change in the direction of rage, and at the same time some of his subordinates realized that the selfless patriarch in their eyes had changed, and were ready to dissuade him.

"Lord Zarazane, you are blaspheming our martyrs, if Lord Zulkin knew..."

But before he could say anything else after he had finished speaking to Lord Zurkin, Zarazane angrily killed him with magic and took it to his will. The same goes for the other trolls, but before they can react, they are killed by the resurrected troll undead of Zalazane, and then become puppets of Zarazane's will.

Seeing this, he was very satisfied with his abilities, and even more satisfied that these wills could be collected by himself, so he decided to make more people into puppets that he could control, of course, he could not slaughter his own people, but through other means, that is, the method used by natural disasters: contaminating food, and as the supreme commander here, he obviously has such ability. Then after lunch, all the trolls become the living dead of their own will. Then his own target also turned to the cluster of alliance warships that came later. Although he knew that although the Alliance's army was stronger than his own, he could resurrect the dead warriors, and as long as the Alliance sacrificed, they would become his subordinates, and then the Alliance would be overwhelmed by his own dead compatriots.

At the same time, in the clouds high up, a dark dragon hid and watched everything, knowing that his plan had succeeded, and that the magic he had learned from Tikdios had been in vain. Now Zarazane has successfully become a puppet against the Alliance, although he is still not an opponent of the Alliance, but his appearance can be regarded as helping him to take revenge on the Alliance, and then let them regain the fear they once had brought by the undead. And of course, to fulfill her master's wish, which is to make the Alliance mistakenly believe that the tribe has changed, and that the changed are as unscrupulous as the undead. And this will force the Alliance to fight the Horde to the end. And she's starting to enjoy the game herself, which is probably what Nesario calls the joy of domination—it's a lot more fun than killing enemies.

Returning to me, the next day we set sail for the island of Zalazane, but we were in vain, and there were no enemies there except for the scorched traces, and it seemed that they had fled, and I was even more convinced that the Horde's navy had all retreated to Darkspear Island. So the army moved to their main island, and then to the admiral of the tribe