"So...... What about the captives? Don't you need to leave some trolls behind? Even if it's as a coolie or some other ......"

Varian? Wryon spoke suddenly.

For the captives, Varian? Wryon is more experienced than anyone 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.

In view of the severity of the lack of labor, Anduin? Lothar had to take the Iron Horse Brotherhood warriors to participate in the rebuilding of Stormwind City.

The trolls are all very strong - both men and women - Varian? Wryon felt that their captives must be good seedlings of slaves.

"Captive? 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 not even the slightest mercy outside of Riptide Castle; Now, six years later, the same fate has fallen on them, and apart from not eating them, Prince Danas is confident that he will never be even a little softer than the trolls.

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

Varian? Wryon shrugged. He only made a suggestion, and since Prince Danas was strenuously opposed, it was all right.

"That's right. Have you found the messenger of Zandalara, a troll named Caldara? ”

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 was the first to shake his head, and then Varian? Ureon. Muradin? Copperbeard and other commanders, and finally even Aurelia? The Windrangers shook their heads.

Arthas felt sorry - he knew it wasn't for the messenger from Zandalara. This trip to Zuaman will not be so variable.

If it weren't for this strange four-god barrier, Arthas's army would have leveled Zuaman without much effort, and it wouldn't be what it is now. Pay so many casualties.

Arthas didn't think that Caldara would die in the chaos - after all, he was in his own tent. In the face of Frost Sorrow and the Red Dragon Queen, as well as so many elite guards, he easily retreated.

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.

Alsace was right, Caldara was not dead; While Arthas and the commanders were meeting in the temple, Caldara was on the top platform of an altar, silently watching the human and dwarven warriors running around the city of Zuaman.

"Teacher Caldara ......"

Maragos. The chief witch doctor of the Amani Empire, who Zujin trusted the most, stood behind Caldara with a lost expression. Muttered in a low voice.

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 Zujin fell from the sky, Malagos stood behind Caldara and watched the qiē, 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 Caldara's arrival, he brought with him the power of the four gods, but this power did not allow Zujin to re-emerge with the Amani Empire, and he even fell to the ground the day after he received this power.

So what's next? What should I do?

- Malagos thought desperately.

Zujin is gone, and Zuaman is about to become an eternal disgrace that has been occupied by humanity and engraved in the history of the Amani Empire.

Oh no, even the Amani Empire no longer exists, and Malagos saw with his own eyes a few human soldiers in red robes (the color of Fort Riptide) dragging out several of his own compatriots from the bottom of the temple and cutting off their heads, the cruel Cheng dù, as if these humans were a race called "trolls".

Malagos did not think that when the humans left Zuaman, there would be members of the Amani tribe who would survive; Before the final battle began, he had just carried out Zujin's order to gather all the Amani tribes, as well as the troll tribes affiliated with the Amani Empire, to Zu Aman.

It's over, it's over, and the Amani Empire, which has lasted for tens of thousands of years or more, has finally collapsed today; Regardless of whether Zu Jin, the emperor, was competent or not, he became the last emperor of the Amani Empire.

Zu Jin can also be regarded as dying on the battlefield, somewhat feeling that he has died as he deserves; But what about Malagos himself? Does he need to be buried for an empire that is already doomed to ruin?

"Maragos, let's go."

Just as the chief witch doctor of the Amani Empire was thinking, Caldara's voice reached his ears.

"Where are you going?"

Marragus muttered.

"Back to Zandalara, there's no point in staying here. As you can see, the Amani Empire has fallen, and humanity ...... What a terrible creature! ”

Caldara's voice was still soft, as if the qiē that had happened had nothing to do with him.

"Zandalar ......"

Malagos muttered the name, feeling bitterness in his mouth. (To be continued......)