As a typical kind and orderly paladin, Uther would certainly not do such a thing as slaughtering captives.

Not only will he not be able to do it himself, but he will never allow the people around him to do so.

So after a brief discussion, the cavalry took out the remaining holy water they had brought with them and gave it to the group of trolls, who were more like refugees than bandits.

Soon, some of them began to experience severe symptoms such as nausea, vomiting, convulsions, and fever all over their bodies.

You don't need to ask to know that this is an inevitable reaction to the weakness of the constitution caused by long-term hunger and malnutrition.

If it were a human being, generally speaking, a similar situation would mean that there was no salvation at all, and you could only lie in bed and wait for death to come.

Unless someone uses magic or light magic to replenish their lost life force, the body will be completely destroyed in the battle between the holy water and the plague.

When the body is dissected afterwards, it can be found that the organs of the deceased's body will have a large area of failure, or even complete ulceration.

However, the trolls of Azeroth are clearly not an ordinary race.

Although they are completely different species from the trolls of Faeron in terms of genetically, appearance, and physiological structure, they have one thing in common, that is, their powerful regenerative ability.

As long as there is plenty of food, no injured troll will die easily.

What's more, there is Uther, who is probably the most powerful of the first paladins, who can unleash holy light spells on trolls who are about to die.

As a result, after more than half an hour of tossing, this troll tribe, which numbered more than sixty women and children, was collectively out of danger and was no longer an infected person carrying the plague of natural disasters.

Of course, the price is that a whole cart of baked bread, meat, and cheese has been eaten.

The once lifeless trolls are gradually regaining a little bit of vitality.

However, they did not show revolt after regaining their health, and chose to obey the orders of the group of humans in front of them, as the female troll had promised.

First, the young trolls were put down on the carriage, and the rest were tied in turn and followed the convoy slowly towards Stratholme.

Just as it was about to get dark, the convoy passed through the gates that were about to close.

Just in time for the end of the meal, the smell of food and hot soup wafts through the entire port area.

After a day's work, people gather in twos and threes to eat and chat, enjoy the rare leisure time, and from time to time imagine how to start a new life when they arrive in the Valley of Thorns.

But it didn't take long for everyone's attention to be drawn to the troll captives who had returned with the convoy.

Because since the Kingdom of Lordaeron ended its heyday of territorial expansion, there has been basically no sign of large-scale troll activity in the entire north, and even if there is, it is in the territory of the elves of the northern allies.

So the inhabitants of the East Wilder region have not seen living trolls for a long time, and have even forgotten that trolls were once the worst enemies of the human race.

Many of the more curious children and teenagers would even approach and point at them boldly, until the cavalrymen rushed over with their whips and made a gesture of beating them, and they laughed and cursed and scattered.

The arrival of the troll captives has undoubtedly aroused the curiosity of everyone in the entire city of Stratholme.

Although it is known that there are a number of forest trolls living in the East Wilder area, due to the large area of primeval forest between them, it is very rare to have cross-border contact on weekdays.

Even when a hunter encounters a troll in the wild, the two sides tend to just look at each other warily, then back away and quickly disengage without any attack.

Although the northern Amani trolls joined the tribe under the leadership of Zulkin during the two orc wars, many of the troll tribes saw their chance to reclaim their territory and began to advance into human and elven spheres of influence and fought against the Alliance in the Alterac Mountains.

But before the trolls on the East Wilder side could do anything, Zurkin suddenly disappeared (captured by the High Elves).

Coupled with the complete defeat of the orcs, the troll tribe that was about to move naturally stopped.

What's more, in this land, humans have established absolute domination, and it is simply impossible to defeat it with a small number of trolls.

So this fragile peace has endured and has never been broken.

The Kingdom of Lordaeron only treats the sporadic troll attacks as ordinary security incidents, and does not choose to make a big move, let alone any hatred.

No way.

As the saying goes.

As long as you are weak enough, even anger and resistance will look particularly cute in the eyes of others.

The trolls of the East Wilder region are pretty much what they look like in the eyes of humans.

Before being attacked by the plague and the undead scourge, any garrison at the junction of Tyr, Daronshire, Stratholme, and Cowling could easily pinn the local troll tribe to the ground with no weapons or equipment.

Unless the Amani trolls from the north go south on a large scale, even if they gather together, they may not be able to gather tens of thousands of people.

Obviously, the reaction of the onlookers, who were neither afraid nor hateful, was very strange to the trolls in the captive ranks.

Because in their eyes, the humans allied with the High Elves have always been the enemies of life and death, and the other party should naturally be hostile and hateful to them, just as they are hostile to and hateful to each other.

But now, instead of feeling this, even the human cubs are no longer afraid of the tall troll warriors.

However, because they were captives, the trolls did not react in any way, and just silently bowed their heads and walked to the door of the church's temporary headquarters under the escort of the cavalry.

Gianna and Jialia, who had been alarmed for a long time, had already appeared at the gate at this moment, and the former was even more wide-eyed and asked in surprise: "Uther, what is the matter with these trolls?" ”

"They were caught attacking a food convoy.

I needed to know what was going on in the forest from the trolls, so I brought them all back.

On top of that, these guys, without exception, were infected with the plague.

That's why I'm very worried about the undead Scourge expanding their sphere of influence and forces in unseen places. ”

Uther rolled over and dismounted, and quickly voiced his fears.

After all, the area of the East Wilder area is simply too large.

Although the number of human beings has multiplied to the millions, the actual control area is only between 20 and 30 percent of the land that is flat and suitable for farming, and the rest is all endless forests and mountains.

"I see. I happen to know troll language, so let me interrogate you. ”

Gianna took the initiative to take over the job that ordinary people were simply not qualified for.

As a top student in Dalaran, she taught herself many languages, including High Elf, Orc, Troll, Gnoll, and Fishman.

He even wrote highly professional papers under the guidance of his mentor Anthony Das, such as the social ecology of the orc tribe, the underlying thinking logic of the fishmen, and the source of the troll's cannibalistic customs.

He has an extraordinary understanding of non-human races.

This is why Gianna is able to represent Dalaran on the joint investigation team, and the premise that she can empathize with Thrall and the orcs in the future.

With her familiarity with the culture and habits of trolls, she quickly communicated effectively with Uther about the horrors of the forest that seemed to be the end of the world.

Where these trolls live, large swaths of woods and grasses have been wilted and twisted by the plague.

As a result, the animals in the hunting grounds and the fish in the rivers became sick and died, and then resurrected into stinking zombies.

Even harmless bats suddenly become extremely aggressive, and predators such as bears and wolves attack any creature in sight like crazy.

What's even more terrifying is that after eating the flesh of these sick prey, even the trolls, who have never been sick, begin to feel pain and weakness.

Some even crawled out of their graves within days of their death being buried and launched an attack on their fellow citizens.

It didn't take long for the tribe, which originally numbered a few hundred people, to quickly decay, and had to flee its traditional territory to grab something to eat in human-controlled territory to keep itself alive.

It is precisely because the constitution of trolls is much stronger than that of humans, that they can drag their plague-infected bodies so far.

And these trolls are not all from the same tribe, but two or three fleeing tribes come together to form a temporary alliance.

The troll woman, who knew a little of the lingua franca of humanity, was a priest and the inheritor of the knowledge and beliefs of the tribe, and as such had a relatively high status and prestige in the fleeing team.

After the armed chieftain was shot in the head by Uther, she was the titular supreme leader of the rest of the group.

"Polluted land, withered and twisted trees, sick and dead animals resurrected in undead form......

Damn it! The Undead Scourge is killing the land where we can't reach it!

They want to turn East Wilder into a land of death! ”

Having figured out the situation, Uther slammed his fist on the table, his eyes showing a mixture of horror and anger.

Because this kind of behavior is clearly to permanently change the environment, so that it is not suitable for human beings or even any living thing to survive at all.

Gianna nodded with a solemn expression: "You're right.

It seems that the situation is more serious than we expected.

Uther, I think you'd better return to King Lordaeron and report the situation to King Terenus at once.

I also have to go back to Dalaran to warn the Kenrito Council.

It is not difficult to see from the fact that the land in the forest is dying under the ravages of the plague, which has gone far beyond the devastation caused by the orc war.

At least the orcs seized the land just to live on it, and they were still alive in essence.

But the undead are very different, they are the mortal enemies of all life.

And...... I'm now worried about Alsace on an expedition to Northrend.

After all, that's the base camp of the undead scourge. ”

"We don't have the manpower to help Alsace except praying. Let's hope King Terenus's emissary will find him in time to find him and recall him. ”

With that, Uther got up directly and didn't even bother to eat dinner, so he took a few members of the Silver Hand Knights and rode to the royal capital of Lordaeron overnight on fast horses.

Gianna followed suit and immediately returned to Dalaran with teleportation magic.

With the revelation that the undead scourge was killing the land in the East Wilder region, there was an uproar within the entire alliance.

Although after two orc wars, the leaders of the various kingdoms feel that they have seen the world and will not be easily intimidated by any enemy.

But after learning that the magic plague actually has the ability to pollute water and soil, he immediately felt a burst of suffocation.

Terenus even urged the Kenrito Council to immediately begin researching an antidote to the plague at all costs, and at the same time officially announced the legitimacy of the belief in the God of Contracts in the kingdom of Lordaeron.

Not only him, but also the kingdom of Gilneth, the kingdom of Stormgard, Kurtilas, the kingdom of Stormwind and other allied human countries, as well as the High Elves and Dwarves, have also made similar announcements.

As for the purpose, it is very simple, that is, it simply feels that the undead natural disaster brings a threat far more terrible than that of the orcs, and urgently needs the only force that can create an antidote to be on his side.

At least when battling the undead, soldiers don't have to worry about contracting the plague and eventually becoming part of the enemy.

When Ranny heard the news, he immediately arranged for some priests to go to the local area to preach, and in exchange for selling large quantities of holy water made every day to various countries.

All of a sudden, these colorless and transparent liquids transformed by water, herbs and divine magic became the most sought-after goods that surpassed all luxury goods.

The High Elves, who have accumulated thousands of years of wealth with the infinite energy of the Sunwell, are not hesitant to provide all kinds of magical weapons, armor, arcane constructs and other things in exchange.

It was even proposed to build several portals directly to connect Quel'Thalas, Thorn Valley, and Stratholme.

When the time comes, no matter where the attack is, we can support each other and watch each other.

The dwarves took the blueprints for the most advanced muskets, artillery, engineering tanks, and helicopters developed with their dwarf allies, and sent a group of master blacksmiths and engineering experts.

Dalaran also provided dozens of mages and hundreds of apprentices as support for the Church of the God of Contract.

It's a far cry from the original timeline when the Lich King was in full swing before he launched an all-out assault.

Under Zuo Si's conscious guidance and spoilers, all the forces in the entire Eastern Continent sensed the danger hidden beneath the calm surface, and once again began to unite like never before.

Especially the dwarves who have experienced the Battle of the Three Hammers know how terrible the change and destruction of the environment can be.

The appearance of Ragnaros, the Lord of the Flame Demons, turned the once beautiful and habitable land into a burning plain and a scorching canyon.

After all, no matter what internal differences and contradictions they have, they have been allies who have fought side by side more than once.

As the nominal leader of the refugees, Princess Galia was busy almost every day, constantly receiving envoys from other kingdoms.

At this moment, she finally realized why her father, King Terenus, sent her over even if he was coerced and lured.

Because in the fight against the Scourge of the Dead, the God of Covenant and his Church are the most important backbones, and they are also the bonds that can unite the alliance again.

And with the help gained through the exchange, as long as the refugees can gain a foothold in the Valley of Thorns, the establishment of a new human kingdom is almost a certainty.

So after several days of continuous work, Galia finally made up her mind to become a believer in the God of Contracts and fully integrate into the group, not just as an outsider with noble blood and status, as Gianna said.

Only in this way can we ask the church for help in the crisis and rescue the husband and daughter who are under control.

At the end of the day, she refused to be followed by her maids and guards, and went alone to the door of the house on a hill near the port area, and made her intention known to the soldiers guarding the place.

After about a few minutes, after the soldiers reported through the door, the closed door was finally opened, and a voice came from inside.

"Come in.

I was just wondering when you're going to make a decision.

I didn't expect it to be unexpectedly fast.

It seems that King Terenus did not realize that his daughter's political wisdom was far higher than he had imagined.

Perhaps compared to the Prince of Alsace, who has a serious flawed personality, you are the most suitable person in the royal family to succeed to the throne. ”

Hearing this, Jialia did not dare to slack off, and immediately got into the crack in the door at the signal of the soldier.

Before she could adjust to the dim light in the room, there was a sound behind her of her door closing.

After a full three or four seconds, when her eyes finally regained vision, the princess of Lordaeron immediately covered her mouth in shock, preventing herself from screaming.

Because in the corner of the room, there was a naked woman lying naked.

And she looked in extreme pain, curled up in a ball of slight convulsions, and her bones and appearance were changing drastically.

From the sharp ears, shrinking fangs, two torn thick toes, and three fingers, it was not difficult to tell that this should be the troll who had been captured earlier.

But the problem is that her face is no longer as hideous as that of ordinary trolls, her facial features have become as delicate and delicate as those of elves, and even the bones that maintain her height are shrinking.

It's normal to feel pain with such a drastic change.

But the female troll gritted her teeth and didn't make a sound.

Gradually......

A certain metamorphosis was first completed in her body, reducing it from more than two meters to about one meter seven, and the muscle structure changed from the previous thick to a slender but beautifully textured streamline, and the whole face was as perfect as a High Elf without any blemishes.

Even the slightly greenish and rough skin has become as delicate and white as a baby after a molt.

In particular, the troll's iconic fangs have completely disappeared, and the long nose has shrunk to the point of being petite and cute.

As for the slightly wide pointed ears, I also managed to lose weight and became thin and pointed.

On top of that, the fingers and toes are all turned into five fingers, just like humans and the High Elves.

Turning a troll into a High Elf through the power of magic?

Is this the power of God?

Jialia stared at the sweaty and panting woman in front of her, who could no longer judge her race, with an expression of disbelief on her face.

She didn't have to ask to know that she had already learned Zuo Si's true identity through her best friend Gianna.

"How are you feeling right now?"

Zuo Si fiddled with the potion in his hand and asked without looking back.

"I ...... I felt like my strength and physique had decreased, but my reaction speed, coordination, and magic affinity had increased. It felt like a new lease of life. ”

The troll-turned-elf woman struggled to get up from the ground, feeling the new body, and speaking her truest feelings in a slightly agitated tone.

Although she didn't quite understand why the other party would do such a thing.

But with such a change, their tribe does not have to worry about becoming slaves, let alone being discriminated against or even executed by humans.

As for the hatred of trolls towards humans and elves, it is nothing in the face of existential pressure.

Otherwise, these captives would not have chosen to surrender in the first place, but should have fought desperately with the human cavalry until the entire army was annihilated.

But in fact, in the two orc wars, it was often the Alliance, not the Horde, that would really fight until the last moment.

Of course, it's not that humans, dwarves, gnomes, and elves are braver than orcs, trolls, and ogres.

Rather, they know that even if they lay down their arms and surrender, they will die the same, and perhaps even worse.

Because the orc values regard surrender and defeat as a kind of cowardice and shame, they often choose to slaughter and sacrifice their captives, or crush them to death as consumables of slaves;

It is even worse if it falls into the hands of trolls and ogres, and it is likely to be eaten as food.

So in this situation where death is both inside and out, even the most cowardly people know that fighting bravely to the death is the best choice.

On the other hand, on the tribal side, because they know that the alliance has a certain moral bottom line, they will not kill captives who lay down their arms and surrender voluntarily, so there will be a situation where a large number of orcs enter the shelter after the war.

There may also be the mental malaise side effects of the demonic blood fading in their bodies.

Through the exploration of mind magic, Zuo Si could easily see through what was going on in the mind of the female troll with the appearance of an elf in front of him, handed over a large portion of the transformation potion, and said bluntly: "I think you should know what this transformation means.

Now, bring the potion and convince your people.

Tell them that if they are willing to accept a new identity, I will give freedom to all people and enjoy the same treatment as human beings.

But if they refuse, then they can only exist as captives for the rest of their lives, and they may have to do unpaid heavy manual labor for the rest of their lives in exchange for three meals a day.

Of course, as a price to pay, you will become the most hateful enemy in the eyes of your former troll compatriots. ”

"Great God of Contracts, thank you for your generosity. I swear that I will persuade every one of your people to bask in your glory and become your most devout believer. ”

The female troll took the potion in both hands, knelt on the ground, and bowed humbly.

Oh no, it's time to call it a female elf.

As a sacrifice who once believed in the god Loa, she obviously knew more about the gods than most humans, and understood that the power that the unintentional display in front of her was definitely not comparable to those weak wilderness demigods.

What's more, with so many human faiths, even the weakest gods can quickly become stronger.

Coupled with the potion that can transform trolls into elves, anyone who is not a fool can think of something.

So the newly-born elf realizes that this is an opportunity.

As long as you are good enough and religious, you can become the spokesperson of the gods, and then lead the tribe to capture more trolls for transformation, and create a new elven race from scratch.

When the time comes, she will be able to become a queen who combines both divine and secular power, and build a kingdom and even an empire as powerful and rich as Quel'Thalas.

With a strong ambition, the priestess soon left the dimly lit laboratory and headed for the tent where the people lived temporarily.

After about seven or eight minutes, there were screams and wails of pain.

No one knows what's going on inside.

The only thing known was that after the screams, all the troll captives disappeared, and in their place a handful of High Elves who behaved very strangely joined the church.

Even many human men were fascinated by the priestess with her beautiful face and sexy body, and many women were attracted to the handsome elven male warrior and took the initiative to embrace her.

Trolls, who had previously been disliked as ugly, primitive, and savage, were immediately welcomed after becoming elves.

Facts have once again proved how important the appearance is in the process of interpersonal interactions.

What etiquette, demeanor, knowledge, temperament, and spiritual beauty are not as good as beautiful appearances when they first meet.

After all, if the other party is not interested in you at first sight, and is not even willing to communicate in depth, no matter how much you have, you will not have the opportunity to show your inner being.

As a person who had watched the whole process of transforming trolls into elves, she only felt her heart beating wildly and her mouth dry at this moment, and she obviously sensed what Zuo thought was going to do.

After struggling for a long time, she finally couldn't help but open her mouth tentatively: "Are you planning to turn the trolls of the entire Valley of Thorns into elven believers?" ”

Zuo Si replied with a smile: "That's right, it's funny, isn't it?"

Completing the transformation of the Valley of Thorns region in a way that doesn't require massive bloodshed like this is the gentlest way I can think of at this stage.

After all, trolls were the first ancient intelligent race born in Azeroth.

Although they were hostile to humans, dwarves, gnomes, and high elves due to some customs such as voodoo and cannibalism.

Humans and elves, in particular, have also stolen vast swathes of land from the trolls, transforming them from a continental hegemon to a remnant of jungles and rainforests.

I think it's time to give them a chance to reintegrate into mainstream civilization.

Not to mention, the Valley of Thorns is home to Zurghrab, the capital of the Gulabash Empire, and is inhabited by a large number of troll tribes.

If we want to solve the conflict through war and killing, we will have to pay a very heavy price.

But if I use my method, I can let these transformed elves deal with their former compatriots.

Maybe it won't be obvious at first.

But as the number of transformation spirits increases, it will inevitably grow like a snowball.

The most important thing is that all transformed elves can only join this group, whether they want to or not.

Because their fellow trolls will see them as a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh, and will do everything they can to kill them.

In order to survive, these new elves will have to unite under my faith to transform more of their kind, until all the trolls in the entire Valley of Thorns are gone.

Humans only need to provide them with the necessary food and weapon support, and they can use this time to develop and build with peace of mind, and carve out their own new home in the dense tropical rainforest.

When the transformation is complete, this new race of elves will merge with humans by intermarrying with each other and reproducing half-breed offspring. ”

Boom!

Hearing this description, Galia swallowed involuntarily and raised her head to look at the god who had descended into the mortal body with eyes full of awe and even fear.

Although on the surface this behavior can minimize the casualties and destruction caused by war, it can even be described as benevolent.

After all, in the history of Azeroth, there has never been a race that has entered the territory of another race on a large scale without war and killing.

Sometimes, in order to seize land and living space, they will even drive away and even slaughter thousands of enemies.

This is basically true of the war between the human elves and the trolls, or the war that broke out with the alliance after the orc invasion.

But for the troll race and their inherited culture, it is a complete disaster and destruction.

Jialia dared to guarantee that the transformed new elven race would never believe in the god Loa again, let alone retain the primitive and barbaric voodoo tradition, but collectively threw themselves into the arms of the god of contract, and gradually became no different from humans.

Essentially, this is another form of plague of natural disasters that can turn enemies into one's own in a steady stream.

So she now wondered whether this transformation was good or bad in the eyes of the trolls, whether she would be glad that she had survived in her elven form, or whether she would be nostalgic for the glorious past.

However, for the humans who are about to settle in the Valley of Thorns, this is undoubtedly too good news.

After all, they no longer have to deal with thousands of trolls who are familiar with the rainforest terrain and are adept at ambushes and sneak attacks.

Thinking of this, the princess of the Lordaeron royal family immediately touched her chest with one hand and bowed deeply: "Thank you for your kindness.

There is probably no one but you who can resolve the war and hatred between two races in a bloodless way.

In addition, I have come today mainly to express my intention to become a believer in you.

After observing these days, I am very recognizant of what the church is doing, and I feel that they perfectly embody the character of kindness, kindness, fairness, and justice. ”

"Goodness, kindness, fairness, justice? Are you sure you really understand the doctrine I'm promoting? Zuo Si turned around and stared into the princess's eyes, and asked with a smile on his face.

"Isn't it?"

Galia's eyes widened in surprise.

Zuo Si shook his head slightly: "No, of course not.

What you have just mentioned are just the morals that Church leader Lenny has inherited from the previous Light faith.

My doctrine is actually very simple, it is simply order.

This includes compliance with rules, laws, contracts, and so on.

Strictly speaking, I'm not a good god in the traditional sense of the word.

As long as I can keep order, it doesn't matter to me whether I am inclined to good or evil.

In other words, my believers can be tyrannical tyrants.

So what is good or evil depends on each person's own choice.

Now, are you still willing to be my believer? ”

Moment!

There was a brief silence for a moment, and it took a minute for her to raise her head and muster up the courage to say, "I do!" ”

From those pupils of the same color as Arthas, Zuo Si saw unparalleled firmness and determination, and immediately stretched out his right hand and gently pressed it on the forehead of the princess Lordaeron, and whispered in the other person's ear: "Since you have such an awareness, then come and be my chosen one." ”

As the last word blurted out, a strong burning and stinging pain instantly came from his forehead.

Gallia only felt a force injected into her body, and immediately after herself, she began to feel her skin burning all over, as if something had suddenly awakened.

At the same time, I vaguely saw a young man with black hair and black eyes floating in front of him.

Almost instantly, she understood that this was the true face of the god of contracts, Soth, hidden in the mortal body, and immediately opened her arms to embrace her faith, feeling the divine essence that the other party emanated.

Powerful!

Warm!

Hot!

Wrapped in this power, Jialia felt safe like never before, and an unparalleled sense of happiness was generated in her heart.

She forgot the time, forgot the troubles, and was so immersed in the beauty that she lost consciousness with satisfaction and a smile on her face.

"Sleep, sleep, reinvent yourself in your dreams, and tap the potential in your heart completely. After all, you are the sister of Arthas, and you should inherit the crown of Lordaeron after the death of King Terenus......"

Zuo Si had a playful smile on his face, holding the princess with one hand to prevent her from falling to the ground, and the other hand caressing the other's delicate cheeks.

There is no doubt that he cast a Dreadlord sleep spell on Calia and weaved the dream.

The princess didn't know if she sensed something or dreamed of something, a faint flush suddenly appeared on her fair face, and the hands that hugged Zuo Si's neck became harder, and the two stuck together almost zero distance.

This overly intimate and ambiguous position remained in place for several minutes before she finally became quiet and placed on a small bed that she used to rest and nap.

……

On the other side, far south in the valley of thorns.

The first flotilla to depart, under the cover of the Blackwater pirates in Treasure Bay, successfully carried out a heavy fire covering attack on the area around the mouth of the Sancha River with artillery.

Whether it was the troll tribe living in the vicinity, or the tigers, velociraptors, crocodiles, leopards and other fierce beasts, they were all frightened and fled in all directions at the loud rumbling sound.

The bushfires burned for two or three days until torrential rains fell to extinguish them.

Now it looks like trees and weeds are charred gray and white everywhere.

Although there were not many casualties, a large area of flat land was cleared for construction.

As a goblin with business ethics and a spirit of contract, Rivigas, the wealthy lord of Hidden Treasure Bay, personally led the Blackwater pirates to land first, clearing the potentially dangerous area.

Then he said in a high-pitched voice to the leader of the fleet, a middle-aged priest in his forties who had also taken refuge in the Holy Light Church, "Okay, I have completed my work according to the terms of the contract.

One hundred and fifty goblin musketeers will be stationed here to keep the camp safe.

The rest of the construction is up to you.

Also, if you need anything, don't hesitate to contact me.

In particular, tools such as goblin lumberjacks, which are necessary for cutting trees, and explosives for obtaining stones, I can give you a 20% discount.

Finally, I wish us a happy cooperation.

You must know that big customers like you are not often found in the wild land of Thorn Valley.

When you've built the city, we can do more business.

Trust me, I'm your only trustworthy friend in the entire Valley of Thorns. ”

As he said this, Rivigazi's tone was full of excitement and excitement.

After all, although the geographical location of Treasure Bay is good, and the various resources of Thorn Valley are quite rich, there is not even a decent person around who can do business.

The most recent one is the kingdom of Stormwind, which will cross the entire Valley of Thorns to the north.

But the problem is that the Storm Kingdom has been destroyed by the orcs, and it has only been re-established recently, so it can't squeeze out too much oil and water.

As for the trolls of the Valley of Thorns......

Sorry, they prefer to rob by force rather than do business.

After a few attempts, Rivigaz had basically given up on the idea of doing business with trolls.

Therefore, instead of rejecting this group of humans from the northern kingdom of Lordaeron, he wished that the other party could establish a new human kingdom here.

In that case, he can also make a lot of money from the prosperous trade, and even form a monopoly to surpass the other goblins and become the most powerful chaebol.

What's more, the elves of Azeroth have long evolved to the stage of capitalism, and they don't care about the country, race, or territory at all.

As long as they can make money and make a lot of money, they don't mind selling anything at all, even the freedom of themselves and their families.

That's why Rivigaz, who never leaves Booty Bay easily, leads the team himself.

In addition to the enough remuneration Zuo Si paid at the beginning, he was more eager to get a stable business partner.

When the greedy goblin left with the fleet, the refugees began to come ashore one by one, and under the protection of the militia, they began to cut down trees, build simple walls, watchtowers, and camps.

Experienced hunters with bows and crossbows lay in ambush in nearby trees to keep an eye out for beasts and trolls.

Due to the large number of people, within a few hours a makeshift wooden camp was erected.

The refugees who have come from afar finally have a place to rest and cook with peace of mind.

And many of them have found that in the warm, humid valley of thorns in the south, there is simply nothing to eat.

Whether it's fish, shrimp, crabs in the sea, shells on the beach, or a specialty from the river, just catch two nets and drag up enough to feed hundreds of people.

In addition, the wide variety of fruits in the jungle also feasts their mouths, and they can even pick more to make wine.

In terms of survival resources, this is undoubtedly a paradise in the truest sense of the word.

At least that's what they thought before they encountered the trolls......

(End of chapter)