Under the cover of night, thousands of naked, newly transformed trolls were running through the dense rainforest, desperately avoiding the headhunters behind them who were armed with poisoned javelins.

Due to the drastic reduction in size, the clothes made of animal skins were so fat that they could not be worn at all.

In addition, I was in a hurry when I ran, and I didn't have time to get some leaves or other things to cover up, so I could only be naked for the time being.

And that's not all.

From two thick skin and calloused toes to five white and immature feet, they also suffered a lot when they ran in the jungle.

The soles and toes of many people were scratched by wooden thorns, thorns, and sharp stones, and their faces were full of pain.

Although in the eyes of outsiders, it is definitely a lot of money to be able to change from the ugly appearance of a troll to the elegant and beautiful appearance of an elf.

But in fact, for trolls who are accustomed to living primitive lives in the wilderness and dense forests, this change undoubtedly means a significant reduction in their ability to survive.

Whether it is the reduction in height, physique, and strength, or the loss of the proud regeneration ability, this new group of elves who are being hunted by their former kindred are in fear and despair.

Their psychological defenses are rapidly crumbling, and they have no idea where their future lies or whether they will survive in the rainforest they call home.

Perhaps the only thing worth waking up to is that there are enough of the same kind around.

This kind of collective hunting and fleeing undoubtedly subconsciously strengthens the sense of unity, identity and belonging between the internals.

In order not to be killed, in order to survive, this group of elves without any weapons, let alone fangs and claws, can only run as much as they can, no matter how hard and tired they are, they dare not stop.

Because no one knows better than them how the blood-topped trolls are ruthless and brutal in their treatment of outsiders.

It can even be said that the blood-topped trolls are the most bloodthirsty troll clan in the Valley of Thorns, and they are even more savage than the skull-splitting clan in the south, and they will even devour a human captive alive.

Note that "eat alive" is not an adjective, but an apt description.

Not only do they like to eat raw meat, but they also like to bite and gnaw while they are captive or alive.

That kind of bloody scene that makes the scalp tingle, as long as you see it once, it will have a psychological shadow.

Although these newly transformed elves have done similar things before, now that it may be their turn, they will inevitably feel fear and fear.

Thankfully, with human warships still in the river, the Troll Headhunters didn't chase too far.

The hunt came to a halt when they swam across the wide river at the risk of being bitten to death by crocodiles and piranhas, and beaten into meat sauce by naval guns.

In the short escape, almost 200 elves were killed and wounded, but more than 1,200 survived.

Survivors who survived the death gathered in the woods far from the river beach, gasping for air, helping each other to bandage their wounds with special leaves and stop the bleeding.

While everyone was in shock, a woman suddenly stood on a large raised rock, raised her arms in a troll language and shouted: "My dear compatriots!

I'm sure you've seen how those damn blood-topped trolls treat us.

They want to kill us all without thinking about the old feelings or asking the reason!

How savage, ruthless, and cruel!

Since they no longer see us as part of a clan, why don't we stand out and create a whole new race?

Look at what we look like now!

How similar to the High Elves of the Northern Quel'Thalas!

So why don't we call ourselves forest elves?

This will allow us to turn to the humans for help and form an alliance with them to deal with the threat of the Blood-Crowned Trolls.

Only in this way can we survive in the cruel jungle.

Otherwise, with the current state of having neither weapons nor tools, everyone will slowly die of starvation in a few days at most. ”

There is no doubt that this woman is none other than the priestess who was the first to be converted by Zuo Si.

And she also gave herself a new elf name, Karexia, which completely cut off her past troll identity.

Obviously, this rebellion and escape were planned and carried out by her and her fellow converts.

For tens of thousands of blood-topped trolls, a rebellion and flight of less than 2,000 people like this was nothing.

But once she succeeds in changing the mentality and minds of these people, then Karecia will be able to quickly snowball by putting transformation potions into their food and water.

You must know that although the blood-topped trolls are a clan with a large number of people, they usually live in small tribes of one or two hundred, two or three hundred, scattered around various hunting grounds and fishing grounds.

If you're lucky, you can turn an entire tribe into an elf overnight.

The members of these small tribes in front of him are the most perfect leading party.

They know what is going on with them and the tribes around them, and they can easily sneak in with a bottle of invisibility potion and complete the task of dropping the potion at the most opportune time.

Of course, before she could do that, Karecia had to establish an identity and race identity, and make the God of Covenant the only faith of her race.

She wants everyone to be convinced that this transformation is good, a blessing from a great god, not some curse or disease.

The mission of the forest elves is to transform all the trolls in the entire Thorn Valley into a form as advanced as themselves in the name of the god of contract, so that the latter can be freed from the ugliness, ignorance, stupidity, and barbarism of the past, and finally bask in the glory of civilization.

As for whether the trolls are subjectively willing to accept it, it doesn't matter at all.

Anyway, when they become forest elves, both their mentality and thoughts will be quickly assimilated by the social environment.

On top of that, Karesia knew that trolls were generally religious, and even more so of the clans that had splintered from the Gulabash Empire in the Valley of Thorns.

Otherwise, they would not have worshiped and sacrificed to the terrible evil god Haka, the god of blood.

This means that the power of faith is the key to unity.

In fact, the seditions and fugitives hidden in the crowd were already beginning to babble to the surrounding forest elves about their escape, and a voice sounded in their heads.

If it's just one person saying it, it probably won't cause much of a stir.

But if several or even a dozen people talk about it together, the trolls, who have always been superstitious, will think that it may be some Loa god trying to establish contact with him.

After about half an hour, small groups began to try to pray and sacrifice in private.

Without any tools, they broke off some branches to build an altar and a campfire, set them on fire by drilling wood, and finally killed several snakes caught nearby as sacrifices.

Soon, as snake blood was sprinkled into the altar where the bonfire was lit, the flame that had been burning smoothly suddenly swelled and formed a blurred image.

Although no one could tell which Loa deity this flaming shadow was, they saw the Phantom raise his hand in the direction of the human camp and the gunboats on the river.

"This ...... It's a revelation! Once again, the God who guided us to escape has given us clear enlightenment! Set out at once to find those humans, who alone can give us the help we most desperately need. ”

Karecia spun around and deliberately pretended to be shocked.

"That's right! This is divine revelation! ”

"I knew we would be blessed by the gods if we managed to escape!"

"Stupid blood-topped trolls don't understand that we are children of the jungle blessed by the gods, messengers destined to sow the blessings of the gods."

"Long live the forest elves! We are the hope and future of the Valley of Thorns! ”

……

All of a sudden, the guys who were hiding in the crowd stepped forward and loudly echoed it, quickly creating an almost fanatical religious atmosphere.

Under the influence of this atmosphere, more than a thousand forest elves who had been in a state of confusion a second ago were immediately infected, and they also began to shout hoarsely, bowing to the vague phantom on the bonfire, even a few witch doctors, priests, and mysticists.

No way.

They really need a spiritual sustenance to ease their fears of a seismic shift in identity, position, and ethnicity.

After all, no one can immediately accept the fact that they have gone from trolls to elves.

But if it's a god's rule, then it's easier to accept.

It's as if the Gulabash trolls all turned to the blood god Haka when they didn't get a response from the other Loa gods, even if they asked them to provide them with living flesh as sacrifices.

In this way, with no difficulty, Karecia toyed more than a thousand people in the palm of her hand, using the ignorance and superstition of the blood-topped trolls to lead them to stumble in the direction of the human camp.

After about forty minutes, the unusually embarrassed and sleek elves passed through the gate and entered the well-guarded camp.

Where had the human refugees of Lordaeron seen such a scene, they were all stunned and stunned, and they didn't dare to imagine how there could be so many elves in the Far South Valley of Thorns.

And judging from the chaos that erupted from the troll camp in the distance before, this group of elves escaped from the enemy's camp.

On top of that, these handsome or beautiful elves don't look like the High Elves of Quel'Thallas at all, but rather have a primal and rude feel.

Especially when they eat, they often don't even have to grab the utensils directly, just like refugees who haven't eaten for days.

What's going on?

Could it be that somewhere deep in the Valley of Thorns there are elven villages and even cities?

With such doubts and puzzles, the human side quickly provided the forest elves with the necessary healing, food, and clothing to cover their bodies.

Otherwise, those young and vigorous young adults who are in the stage of hormone secretion are unable to calm down and focus on the vigilance work, and their eyes are always looking this way inadvertently, and there is no difference between men and women.

After all, lust, which is driven by the instinct of the desire to reproduce, does not discriminate between men and women.

The forest elves, who had been given food, clothing, and healing, quickly reassured themselves that the humans would not harm them, and even had the idea that "you guys are weird".

As the saying goes, everything is afraid of comparison.

Think about how the blood-topped trolls shouted and shouted to kill just now, and look at how friendly humans are now, as long as you are not a fool, you should know which side is more trustworthy.

Many people even think that the leader of the blood-topped trolls is completely a group of brain-dead and neurotic, and what are they doing when they are full and idle, so why do they provoke this group of friendly and peaceful humans?

The other party did not encroach on the traditional hunting grounds of the trolls, but only established a settlement close to the shore, and the main range of activities was limited to a radius of less than ten kilometers, and the main food source was also farming, breeding and fishing.

Strictly speaking, there is no conflict of interest between the two sides, at least not at this stage.

But when the number of human immigrants reaches a certain level, and the enclosure begins to expand on a large scale, then the situation may change.

Standing on the balcony of the three-story small building made of wood, Zuo Sizheng condescendingly looked at the group of elves who had just filled their stomachs and were resting in the open space, and asked without looking back, "How long will it take for them to fully accept their new identity and obey your leadership?" ”

"It will take at least a week or even half a month. But if you're willing to do a little bit of miracles, I think it will be a lot faster. ”

Redressed, Karesia bent down and bowed deeply, giving the exact deadline.

From the confidence on her face, it was not difficult to see that today's success had made her fully aware that the seemingly powerful Gulabash trolls in the Valley of Thorns were far more vulnerable than they looked on the outside.

Especially after being defeated by the Zandalar trolls, having lost their only belief in the god of blood, Haka, these divided and hateful clans are completely fragmented.

And they are very, very superstitious, and they are easily attracted by mysterious and unknown forces and form worship.

Within the blood-topped troll clan are shamanic cults of the cult element, voodoo cults created by witch doctors, and beliefs in powerful animals.

While many of the Loa gods were wild demigods in animal form, Karecia could be sure that they were definitely not responding to the trolls of the Valley of Thorns.

Whether it is Muhamba, the crocodile god worshipped by the blood-topped clan for generations, or Surkaru, the god of orangutans that has only been worshipped in recent decades, and Bogyann, the feline god who mixes cheetah and tiger forms, they are all fabricated out of thin air.

There is no evidence that the above three wilderness and animal demigods actually existed.

So this belief is pure animistic worship.

This means that the trolls of the Valley of Thorns don't have a real god behind them.

Therefore, the god of contract she represents can form a huge advantage like crushing.

At that time, with the transformation of the elves, it will not be long before he can unify the entire Valley of Thorns, turn thousands of trolls into subjects under his rule, and finally combine with human immigrants to build a powerful empire.

Not to mention, considering that humans are a short-lived race, and very few individuals can live beyond seventy years, it is only a matter of time before the power finally falls into the hands of the first High Priest, Karesia.

She didn't even need to do anything, just wait patiently for the first two or three generations of human leaders to all grow old and die.

You know, trolls have a very different attitude towards faith than humans.

In particular, the high-level sacrifices are not so much a simple worship as a disguised transaction with the god Loa they serve.

The former reinforces the faith among the trolls through a series of rituals, while the latter provides the faithful with corresponding benefits.

Some sacrifices will even betray their own gods, using some forbidden methods to extract the power of the gods to kill them and replace them themselves.

Therefore, in the concept of troll sacrifice, they do not need to obey the will of God 100%, as long as they fulfill their share of obligations according to the contract.

As for the rest, whether it is the struggle for power or the privileges that come with enjoying high status, it is one's own personal freedom, and even God cannot interfere with it.

In addition, once you become the supreme ruler of an empire, you can even be on an equal footing with the gods to some extent, standing on an equal footing to reach cooperation and transactions.

Zuo Si can be said to know the thoughts in the heart of this ambitious priestess, but he did not debunk it, but encouraged it meaningfully: "Good job, it seems that I should give you some extraordinary strength as a reward, so that you can better lead these compatriots out of the shadow of the past and embrace a better future." ”

"Thank you for your generosity and kindness. I swear I will live up to your hopes. ”

As soon as she heard the word "power", Karecia's eyes lit up.

As a priest who was able to cast the Four Rings Divine Magic, she had fully realized how comprehensive and powerful the power of the Divine Magic was, and it was not at all comparable to the natural transformation, very few healing and damage spells given by the gods of Loa before.

Therefore, this woman is very sure that the God of Contract in front of her should be stronger than any known god of Loa.

Otherwise, she would not have hesitated to abandon the god of eagles she originally served, Ekilsson.

"Good.

Now I grant you permission to use the Six Rings Divine Technique.

Remember, your task is to reshape the minds, perceptions, and values of these elves.

Rallier your faith by having them fight the trolls of the Bloodtop Clan.

In the days to come, you'll have to lead them alongside the humans as you transform more of your kind, until the trolls outside the walls can no longer sustain the massive losses and crumble. ”

Zuo Si straightforwardly put forward what can be called a demanding request.

He clearly knew exactly what it took to create a whole new race in a short period of time.

It is also clear that only in the face of a common threat will this group of troll-transformed elves establish emotional and interest bonds with human immigrants, and then merge together towards civilization.

Instead of continuing to maintain the original state of life, become a troll with the appearance of an elf.

"Understood! I promise you'll be the only faith for all the Forest Elves and the entire Valley of Thorns. ”

Feeling the large number of magic spells that had been added to her mind out of thin air, Karecia was overjoyed, and hurriedly bowed again, and then walked out of the room backwards, intending to take advantage of the cover of night to infiltrate the camp of the Blood Top Clan and drop some transformation potions.

Seeing this priestess with a beautiful appearance and proud figure disappear into the night, Zuo Si pursed the corners of his mouth and said to the princess of the royal family of Lordaeron in the room: "I know that you have a problem with holding your stomach.

If there's anything you don't understand, you can start asking now.

After all, you can be the queen who will rule the land in the future, the only legitimate ruler recognized by the countries of the Alliance.

If you don't even know what is going on, the future of the country is in jeopardy. ”

Hearing this, Galia, who had always maintained a princess demeanor without saying a word, instantly breathed a sigh of relief, took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from the unfathomable ravine between her forehead, cheeks, neck and the neckline of the dress, and then picked up her wet hair, letting the sea breeze blow and take away the heat on her body.

No way, the ambient temperature of Thorn Valley, which is a tropical rainforest climate, is too high, even at night, about 30 degrees Celsius, and it is stuffy and hot.

In addition, the long skirt dress on the body was designed for the relatively cold climate of Lordaeron.

Although there is a low cut and an open back for the upper body to reflect the beauty, it is sewn and cut with warm magic fabric.

Jialia was already soaked by now, including her underwear, and it was quite uncomfortable to stick to her skin.

If she hadn't brought a change of clothes, she would have stripped off and taken a cold shower, changed into a crisp and breathable silk robe or skirt, and replaced her leather boots and stockings with vine-woven slippers.

Dress up like this to feel a little more comfortable in the hot climate of the Valley of Thorns.

But fortunately, no matter what she thinks in her heart, Jialia has been trained in royal etiquette, even if her legs are sweating profusely, there is no rude act of lifting her skirt to dissipate heat, and her fair face has become red and fluttering under the rising body temperature, and the translucent neckline is also full of infinite reverie.

When her body temperature dropped slightly by two degrees and her brain calmed down and regained her ability to think, she let out a long breath and asked in a slightly puzzled tone: "I don't quite understand, you can directly transform all those trolls into elves and directly defuse this war to avoid casualties, but why do you have to go to such great lengths to let it continue?" ”

Zuo Si admired the unique style of this princess of Lordaeron with great interest, and explained with a smile: "It's very simple, because whether it is a human or a transformed elf, it needs a war to give value and purpose to one's life.

Man is a very strange creature.

What is usually easy to obtain is not too much to be cherished, no matter how valuable it is;

But what is finally obtained after arduous trials and tribulations, even a small stone will be regarded as a treasure.

The reason why the former is despised is that in the process of acquisition, people do not pay any price when they obtain it, so it is subjectively not given value.

The latter subjectively gives it a higher value because people pay a huge price.

Therefore, the value of a thing in the eyes of people does not depend entirely on the wealth, power and status it represents, but also on strong subjective emotions.

In many cases, the latter is the decisive factor in making a choice.

Perhaps a bronze ring that is only worth one or two silver coins in the eyes of outsiders represents the last thoughts left by a deceased lover in the eyes of someone, and he may not sell it even if you offer a hundred gold coins.

Maybe the dilapidated old house in the eyes of outsiders carries his lifelong memories from childhood to old age in the heart of the owner, even if you exchange it with a luxury villa or even a manor, he will not hesitate to refuse.

I need to make human refugees and transformed elves face war and death, and fight hard to gain land and home.

In this way, they will cherish their hard-won lives, understand each other and establish common values.

There used to be such a saying in my hometown where I was born.

Only iron and blood, war and sacrifice, can truly forge a strong and resilient country.

What I'm doing right now is injecting spirit and soul into a country that is about to take root and thrive in the Valley of Thorns.

Not to mention that a low-intensity war like this can train a well-trained army ready for the great crisis that is coming. ”

"Empowering...... Value ......"

Jaria repeated a few key words in a low voice, suddenly thinking of the fact that the human kingdoms, which had been scattered and even at risk of falling into civil war, quickly united to form an alliance after the orc invasion to defend against foreign enemies.

Although the alliance soon fell apart again after the orcs were defeated, the shared values that had been established did not disappear.

This is also why Dai Lin, the commander of Kurtilas's fleet, has clearly announced that he will withdraw from the alliance, but when he heard the news that the orcs escaped from the shelter and stole the ship, he immediately rushed over to help.

Knowing that the plague and undead were raging in the East Wilder region of the Lordaeron Kingdom, Dalaran also immediately reached out and sent Gianna to form an investigation team.

It can be said that although the current alliance is divided on the surface, the broken bones are still connected to the tendons.

In the original timeline, when Azeroth first brought his filial son Arthas back to kill his father and set off the undead Scourge, the members of the alliance immediately reacted and used all their resources to establish a defensive line to prevent the Scourge from moving south.

Otherwise, it would not only be the lands of East Wild, Tirisfal and Silverpine that would fall to the north, but also the Hillsbrad Hills and the Arathi Heights.

Obviously, this tacit reaction of being able to unite and defend against a powerful enemy immediately after something happens was built up little by little during the two orc wars.

If it weren't for the leaderless dragons after the fall of the kingdom of Lordaeron, Gallissus, a stupid pig, who had a chance to jump out and take power, there was a high probability that he would be able to successfully restore the kingdom if he was led by someone else, and there would be no Sylvanas establishing the Forsaken regime and the Blood Elves defecting to the Horde.

Although she doesn't know what will happen in the future, she has learned the importance of giving value from the establishment of alliances and mutual support.

Without the suffering and sacrifices they shared in the two orc wars, the harmonious coexistence of humans, dwarves, gnomes, and high elves in the eastern continent would not have been possible.

After thinking about this, she immediately showed a thoughtful expression and said, "Okay, I think I understand what you mean.

Indeed, in order to fuse the humans from Lordaeron with these turned elves, they must have a common enemy.

The primeval, savage, and numerous trolls of the Valley of Thorns are the best choice.

Once we have defeated the most powerful blood-topped troll clan in the northern part of the Thorn Valley, we will be able to establish ourselves here once and for all, and then continue to target the Skullsplitting Trolls to the south.

When most of the troll clans have been transformed, a powerful nation of humans and elves will emerge.

But there's a small question, what are you going to do with that ambitious priestess?

I don't think she has the slightest respect for me, the princess from the human kingdom of Lordaeron. ”

"Hehe, don't worry.

In my mind, you are much more important and important than hers.

Moreover, Karecia has not yet realized that I am not one of the Loa gods that the trolls believe in, and the magical powers I grant are also not permanent.

I can take it back at any time if I want to.

If her ambitions swell to the point where they are too dangerous, another elven priestess will take her place.

In the Church of the true God, no one is irreplaceable.

Compared to the large number of pastors, you are the most special voter. ”

As he spoke, Zuo Si stretched out his hand and gently stroked Gelia's slightly reddened and hot cheeks, and lifted her long golden hair, which was wet with sweat, revealing her ears and slender neck.

Such an intimate and ambiguous act instantly reminded the latter of the scene he had dreamed of in the sleep magic before, and his heartbeat suddenly began to speed up, and as his body temperature rose, the sweat could not stop pouring out again.

But this time it was not only the heat of the body, but also the burning fire in the soul......

At the same time, the image of her husband and daughter flashed in the mind of the princess Lordaeron, and she immediately felt a strong sense of guilt.

Far from making her calm, this sense of contradiction and betrayal of instinctive desire and intellectual resistance has become a stimulus that cannot be described in words.

Finally, coupled with faith, and the taboo represented by breaking the invisible boundary between gods and mortals, Dugalia felt as if she was standing next to the abyss at the moment, and she only needed a little more temptation to jump off immediately.

Just as her breathing became more and more rapid, Zuo Si suddenly withdrew her hand and snapped her fingers lightly.

Syllable!

With a crisp sound, the princess couldn't help but regain her senses, and found that there was a huge wooden bathtub in the room, filled with cold spring water.

And next to the bathtub was a towel, a change of silk and a pair of sandals she had always wanted.

"Take a shower and get some rest.

Starting tomorrow, you'll be here to defend against the Blood-Crowned Trolls with everyone and earn their respect and approval by sharing their weal and soul.

It is not easy to become a qualified or even good ruler.

Now that you've decided to do it, start from scratch and study hard.

I look forward to your growth and performance in the future. ”

With that, a hint of imperceptible banter flashed in Zuo Si's eyes, and he directly guided the arcane energy to release the teleportation magic and disappear in place.

You don't need to ask to know that the series of suggestive and provocative actions just now are definitely deliberate.

After he was away for more than three minutes, Jialia, who was standing like a statue, had a very complicated expression, both a relief of relaxation and a little disappointment.

Eventually, all these complex emotions and feelings turned into a sigh, and he locked the door and began to undress one by one, until he jumped naked into the bathtub and used the cool spring water to extinguish the beating fire in his heart and even in his soul.

As a princess who secretly married and had children behind her father's back, she usually didn't have the opportunity to meet her husband at all.

Especially after the birth of a daughter, it is basically equivalent to being a widow.

And as the separation gets longer and longer, the originally intimate feelings between husband and wife will inevitably become cold under the long-term separation.

On the contrary, the physical desire is increasing day by day.

While living in the royal capital of Lordaeron, she was able to choose patience under the watchful eye of her parents.

After all, under normal circumstances, no one who would dare to easily tease a noble princess would dare to tease Her Royal Highness.

But now in the face of a god descending from the sky, Galia feels like a moth flying around the flames, and she may lose control at any time and pounce on it without regrets.

In this way, after washing off her sticky skin, she slowly stood up and wiped off the water stains with a towel, then changed into cold silk clothes, stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror and watched her plump figure after giving birth to her daughter, and after a while she lay down and closed her eyes and fell into a groggy sleep.

In the dream, the princess, who has been dissatisfied with her desires for a long time, has a strange and fragrant dream.

With the arrival of Galia and the official launch of the plan to transform trolls, the land of Thorn Valley, which originally belonged to trolls, has finally ushered in a subversive change.

Although the Bloodtop Clan has been trying to flatten the human camp in front of them, whenever they are ready to go all out, there will always be a large number of compatriots who have inexplicably turned into elven appearances.

And the chaos caused by their flight will cause a serious panic that will take two or three days to slowly recover.

Under such circumstances, it is obviously impossible to launch an attack to level the human walled city in one fell swoop.

So the war between the two sides eventually turned from a stud, to a ridiculously long-term and small-scale.

On top of that, the trolls of the tribal structure simply cannot sustain the logistics of a large army for a long time.

In desperation, they could only disperse most of their men first, barely maintaining the size of two or three thousand people, and let other small tribes take turns to transport food every day, hoping to force the humans to slowly run out of stored food and retreat by themselves.

But the trolls had clearly miscalculated.

Not to mention the food that was transported with the refugees, the harvest of fishing boats going out to sea every day alone was enough to easily feed tens of thousands of people.

Don't forget, the rainforests of Thorn Valley are untouched land.

Fish resources are abundant in the offshore waters to the point of jaw-dropping.

Not to mention tens of thousands of people, it is no problem to support hundreds of thousands or millions of people.

So the troll's siege plan is completely wishful thinking.

Kalesia and her men took the opportunity to attack from all sides, constantly transforming those small tribes with small numbers, causing the scope of the Bloodtop Clan's control to shrink, and the total number soon swelled to more than five thousand.

Thanks to the armor and weapons supported by humans, as well as their familiarity with the environment, they are often able to defeat or even capture the troll armies that come to encircle them.

With the blessing of DBUFF in multi-front operations, the high-level of the Bloodtop Clan finally could no longer maintain the siege of the human walled city after holding out for a period of time, and chose to withdraw their troops, intending to solve the internal troubles first and then consider dealing with external enemies.

After all, the trolls-turned-forest elves are not only familiar with the terrain, but also know the location and range of each small tribe.

Let them continue to grow and develop, and they don't know who the northern jungle of the Valley of Thorns belongs to.

So compared to alien humans, these guys are the real hidden dangers and enemies.

When the blood-topped trolls withdrew, the humans immediately began production and construction again, cultivating fertile farmland along the riverbank.

Perhaps the psychological shadow of the previous siege was not satisfied, but they found a quarry and began to build walls and fortresses with stronger stones.

It is estimated that it will not be long before a spectacular port city will appear in the northern part of the Valley of Thorns.

As Zuo Si expected, when the forest elves began to gain a foothold with the help of humans, the initiative of the war completely changed hands.

The blood-topped troll said that the organizational forces had once again attacked the humans, and even resisting Kareciia's transformation was extremely powerless.

There are too few people on the steam to deliver food to each other.

On the one hand, the logistical supply was too large to last, and on the other hand, Karecia was not a fool, and would not choose to fight hard, but quickly retreated to the castle fortress built by the humans to wait for reinforcements, or fled to the riverbank to wait for the ships to respond.

In this embarrassing situation of either not being able to beat or not being able to catch up, the number of blood-topped trolls is rapidly decreasing, while the number of forest elves is rapidly increasing.

Later, Karetia even had to send some of her people to human camps to learn techniques such as farming, grazing, mining, metal smelting, and blacksmithing.

In the same way, they also taught humans the skills of the trolls to tame beasts, especially the velociraptors, as gifts.

In just over a month after acquiring this technique, a group of velociraptor cavalry, created by the cooperation of two races, appeared on the road north of the Valley of Thorns.

In addition, the subsequent arrival of immigrants and mages from Dalaran and Quel'Salas also greatly accelerated the speed of construction.

After seeing the forest elves transformed by trolls, the high elves thought that the other party was a fellow high-level elf who had been separated from the night elves together, and immediately expressed their willingness to increase their assistance.

Prince Kael'thas even traveled far and wide to donate all the magic books in his private collection, just to help the other party re-establish the arcane magic system.

I have to say that this scene is really ridiculous.

After all, for the High Elves of Quel'Thalas, trolls have been the greatest threat for thousands of years.

But now just the change in their external form makes them directly change from enemies to compatriots with the same blood flowing, which is really full of irony and black humor......

(End of chapter)