A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

Under the cover of night, thousands of naked trolls who had just been transformed into elves were running wildly in the dense rain forest, desperately avoiding the pursuit of the headhunters behind them armed with poisoned javelins.

Due to the substantial shrinkage in body shape, the clothes originally made of animal skins were too bulky and could not be worn at all now.

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

Not only that.

From two toes covered with thick skin and calluses to five white and tender feet, they also suffered a lot when running in the jungle.

Many people's soles and toes were scratched by wood thorns, thorns and sharp stones, and their faces were full of pain.

Although in the eyes of outsiders, being able to change from the ugly appearance of a troll to the elegant and beautiful appearance of an elf is definitely a huge profit.

But in fact, for trolls who are accustomed to engaging in primitive life in the wilderness and dense forests, this change undoubtedly means a significant weakening of their ability to survive.

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

Their psychological defenses are rapidly collapsing, and they have no idea where their future lies and whether they can continue to 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 you.

This kind of collective being hunted and collective fleeing behavior undoubtedly subconsciously strengthens the sense of unity, identity and belonging within the group.

In order not to be killed and to survive, this group of elves without any weapons, let alone sharp teeth and claws, could only run as hard as they could, no matter how hard or tired they were, they did not dare to stop.

Because no one knows better than them the bloodscalp trolls' cruelty and cruelty towards outsiders.

It can even be said that the Bloodscalp Trolls are the most bloodthirsty troll clan in Stranglethorn Valley. They are many times more savage than the Skullsplitter clan in the south, and will even eat a human prisoner alive.

Note that "eating alive" here 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 on captives or while they are alive.

As long as you see that kind of bloody scene that makes your scalp numb, you may have a psychological shadow if you see it with your own eyes.

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

Fortunately, since there were still human warships watching eagerly in the river, the troll headhunters did not pursue them too far.

The pursuit temporarily stopped when they swam across a spacious river at the risk of being bitten to death by crocodiles and piranhas, and being beaten to pulp by naval guns.

During the short escape, almost two hundred elves died, and countless others were injured, but more than one thousand two hundred people survived.

The survivors who had narrowly escaped death gathered in the woods far away from the river beach, gasping for air and helping each other to bandage their wounds with special leaves and stop the bleeding.

Just when everyone was in shock, a woman suddenly stood on a large raised rock, raised her arms at the top of her voice and shouted in Troll language: "My dear compatriots!

I believe you have seen how those damn bloodscalp trolls treated us.

They actually didn't care about their old friendship at all and wanted to kill us all without asking why!

How barbaric, ruthless and cruel is this!

Since they no longer consider us part of the clan, why don't we separate and create a brand new race.

Look at what we look like now!

How similar they look to the high elves of Quel'Thalas in the north!

That being the case, why don't we call ourselves forest elves?

In this way, we can seek help from those humans and form an alliance with them to deal with the threat of bloodscalp trolls.

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

Otherwise, with the current state of having neither weapons nor tools, everyone would slowly die of hunger 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 transformed by Zuo Si.

Moreover, she also gave herself a new elf name - Calesia, which completely separated her from her past identity as a troll.

Obviously, this riot and escape was planned and implemented by her and her fellow tribesmen who were also transformed.

Although to tens of thousands of Bloodscalp Trolls, the rebellion and escape of less than two thousand people is nothing at all.

But once she successfully changes the mentality and thoughts of these people, Kalesia can quickly grow like a snowball by putting transformation potions in their food and drinking water.

You must know that although the Bloodcap trolls are a clan with a large population, they usually live in small tribes of one to two hundred or two to three hundred scattered near various hunting and fishing grounds.

If you are lucky, you can directly transform the entire tribe into elves overnight.

These members from various small tribes in front of them are the perfect leading party.

They know the situation of themselves and the surrounding tribes, and can easily sneak in with just a bottle of invisibility potion, and complete the work of dropping the potion at the most appropriate time.

Of course, before that, Kalesia must first establish identity and racial identity, and make the God of Contract the only belief of the ethnic group.

She wants everyone to believe that this transformation is good, a blessing from the great gods, not a curse or disease.

The mission of the forest elves is to transform all the trolls in the entire Stranglethorn Valley into a form as advanced as themselves in the name of the God of Contract, so that they can get rid of the ugliness, ignorance, stupidity, and savagery of the past, and finally bathe in the glory of civilization. .

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

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

The most important thing is that Kalesia knows that trolls generally have religious habits, especially the several clans in Stranglethorn Vale that split from the Gurubashi Empire.

Otherwise, they would not have enshrined and sacrificed the terrible evil god Hakkar, the Blood God.

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

In fact, the guy who was hiding among the crowd to instigate rebellion and escape was already talking to the forest elves around him about a voice that sounded in his mind during his escape.

If just one person said it, it might not cause much of a stir.

But if several or even a dozen people say it at the same time, the always superstitious troll will think that this may be a Loa god trying to establish a connection with him.

Within about half an hour, some small groups began to privately try to pray and offer sacrifices.

Without any tools, they broke off some branches to build altars and bonfires, lit them by drilling wood to make fire, and finally killed several snakes caught nearby as sacrifices.

Soon, as the snake's blood was sprinkled into the altar that lit the bonfire, the originally burning flame suddenly surged and formed a blurry image.

Although no one could tell which Loa god this flaming shadow was, they still saw the phantom raising its hand and pointing in the direction of the human camp and the gunboats on the river.

"This... this is a divine revelation! The God who guided us to successfully escape has once again given clear enlightenment! Set off immediately to find those humans. Only they can give us the help we most urgently need."

Calesia turned around suddenly and pretended to be shocked.

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

"I knew that our successful escape must have been blessed by the gods!"

"The stupid Bloodscalp trolls don't understand at all that we are the children of the jungle blessed by the gods, and are the messengers destined to spread the gods' favor."

"Long live the forest elves! We are the hope and future of Stranglethorn Vale!"

…

Suddenly, those guys hidden in the crowd stood up and echoed loudly, quickly creating an almost fanatical religious atmosphere.

Under the influence of this atmosphere, more than a thousand forest elves who were in a state of confusion a second ago were immediately infected, and began to shout hoarsely, worshiping the blurry shadow on the bonfire, and even a few Witch doctors, priests, and mystics are no exception.

no way.

Right now, they really need a spiritual sustenance to ease the fear caused by the huge changes in identity, position and race.

After all, no one can immediately accept the fact that they have changed from a troll to an elf.

But if this matter is led by gods, then everything is easier to accept.

It was like when the Gurubashi trolls all fell to the blood god Hakkar when they received no response from other Loa gods, even if the other party asked them to provide living flesh and blood as sacrifices.

In this way, Calesia effortlessly manipulated more than a thousand people into the palm of her hands, using the ignorance and superstition of the Bloodscalp Trolls to lead them to stumble in the direction of the human camp.

About forty minutes later, this group of elves who looked extremely embarrassed and naked walked through the gate and entered the camp where they were waiting.

The human refugees in Lordaeron had never seen such a scene before. Every one of them was shocked and dumbfounded. They couldn't imagine how there could be so many elves in the Strangle Valley in the far south.

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

The most important thing is that these handsome or beautiful elves do not look as proud and elegant as the high elves in Quel'Thalas. Instead, they give people a primitive and rude feeling.

Especially when they eat, they often grab the utensils without even using them, just like refugees who haven't eaten for several days.

What happened?

Are there elven villages or even cities somewhere deep in Stranglethorn Valley?

With such doubts and confusion, the humans quickly provided the forest elves with necessary treatment, food, and body-covering clothes.

Otherwise, those young and middle-aged people who are young and energetic and in the stage of strong hormone secretion will not be able to calm down and focus on the vigilance work. Their eyes will always look here inadvertently, and there will be no difference between men and women.

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

After receiving food, clothing and treatment, the forest elves realized that these humans would not harm them and quickly calmed down. They even came up with the idea that "you people are so weird."

As the saying goes, everything is afraid of comparison.

Thinking about how the Bloodscalp trolls yelled and killed just now, and looking at how friendly humans are now, anyone who is not a fool should understand which side is more trustworthy.

Many people even think that the leaders of the Bloodcap Trolls are just a bunch of idiots and lunatics. Why do they mess with this group of friendly and peaceful humans when they are full and have nothing to do?

The other party did not invade the traditional hunting grounds of the trolls, but only established a settlement near the shore. The main scope of activities was limited to a radius of less than ten kilometers. The main food sources were farming, breeding and fishing.

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

But when the number of human immigrants reaches a certain level and they begin to expand their territory on a large scale, the situation may change.

Standing on the balcony of a three-story building made of wood, Zuo Si was looking down at the group of elves who had just filled their bellies and were resting on the open ground, and asked without looking back: "How long will it take for them to fully accept it?" New identity and obey your leadership?”

"It will take at least a week or even half a month. But if you are willing to do a little miracle, I think it will be much faster."

Kalesia, who had put on her clothes again, bent down and bowed deeply to give the exact deadline.

It is easy to see from the confidence on her face that today's success has made her fully aware that the seemingly powerful Gurubashi Troll in Stranglethorn Vale is much more fragile than it appears.

Especially after being defeated by the Zandalar trolls and losing their only belief in the blood god Hakkar, these divided and mutually hostile clans were completely in disarray.

Moreover, they are very superstitious and are easily attracted by mysterious and unknown powers and then form worship.

Within the Bloodcap Troll clan, there is a shamanic belief in worshiping elements, a voodoo belief created by witch doctors, and a belief in powerful animals.

Although many of the Loa gods are wild demigods in animal form, Kalesia is certain that they have never responded to the trolls in Stranglethorn Vale.

Whether it is Muhamba, the crocodile god who has been worshiped by the Bloodtop tribe for generations, Surkaru, the orangutan god who has only been believed in in recent decades, and Borgyan, the cat god who is a mixture of cheetah and tiger forms, Everything is fabricated out of thin air.

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

So this kind of belief is simply animistic worship.

This also means that there is no real god behind the Trolls of Stranglethorn Vale.

Therefore, the God of Contract she represents can form a huge crushing advantage.

By then, in conjunction with the transformation of the elves, it will not take long to unify the entire Stranglethorn Valley, turn thousands of trolls into subjects under their rule, and eventually combine with human immigrants to build a powerful empire.

What's more, considering that humans are a short-lived race, and very few individuals can live more than seventy years old, it is only a matter of time before power finally falls into the hands of Calesia, the first-generation high priest.

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

You must know that trolls have a completely different attitude towards faith than humans.

Especially for high-level priests, it is more of a disguised transaction than pure worship with the Loa god they serve.

The former strengthens the faith among trolls through a series of sacrificial activities, while the latter provides corresponding benefits to believers.

Some priests would even betray the gods they believed in, extract the power of the gods through some taboo methods, kill them, and then replace them themselves.

Therefore, in the concept of troll priests, they do not need to obey God's will 100%, as long as they fulfill their own obligations in accordance with the contract.

As for the rest, whether it is fighting for power or enjoying the privileges brought by a high status, it belongs to one's own personal freedom, and even God cannot interfere.

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

Zuo Si could be said to be well aware of the inner thoughts of this ambitious priestess, but he did not expose it. Instead, he encouraged meaningfully: "Well done, it seems I should give you some extra power." As a reward, you can better lead these compatriots to step out of the shadow of the past and embrace a better future."

"Thank you for your generosity and kindness. I swear that I will not let you down."

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

As a priest who can cast four-ring magic, she has fully realized how comprehensive and powerful the power of magic is. It is simply not comparable to the natural transformation, very few healing and damage spells given by the Loa God before.

Therefore, this woman is very sure that the God of Contract in front of her is more powerful than any currently known Loa God.

Otherwise, she would not have abandoned the Eagle God she originally served - Ekilsund without hesitation.

"very good.

I now grant you permission to use the Six Rings of Divine Magic.

Remember, your task is to reshape the thoughts, cognitions, and values ​​of these elves.

Gather their faith by having them fight the trolls of the Bloodscalp clan.

In the days that follow, you must lead them to fight side by side with humans as you continue to transform more of your kind, until the trolls outside the city wall can no longer sustain the huge losses and completely collapse. "

Zuo Si put forward demanding requirements straightforwardly.

He clearly knew how to create a whole new race in a short period of time.

It is even clearer that only in the face of a common threat, this group of elves transformed from trolls will establish bonds of emotion and interest with human immigrants, and then integrate together and move toward civilization.

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

"Understood! I promise to make you the only faith of all the forest elves and even the entire Stranglethorn Valley."

Feeling the large amount of magic in her mind, Calesia was immediately ecstatic, and hurriedly bowed again, then walked backwards out of the room, planning to take people under the cover of night to infiltrate into the Bloodtop Clan's camp and drop some transformations. Potion.

Watching the priestess with her beautiful appearance and proud figure disappear into the vast night, Zuo Si pursed her lips and said to the princess of the Lordaeron royal family in the room: "I know you have been holding back a lot of questions.

If there is anything you don’t understand, you can start asking now.

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

If even you don't understand the situation, then the future of this country will be in jeopardy. "

Hearing these words, Caliya, who had always maintained her princess demeanor without saying a word, breathed a sigh of relief. She took out her handkerchief and wiped the sweat from her forehead, cheeks, neck and the unfathomable ravine between the neckline of her dress, and then continued Lift up your wet hair and let the sea breeze blow away the heat from your body.

There is no way. As a tropical rainforest climate, the ambient temperature of Stranglethorn Valley is too high. Even at night, it is about 30 degrees Celsius, and it is stuffy and hot.

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

Although it has a low-cut and open back to reflect the beautiful upper body, it is made of warm magic fabric and is sewn and cut.

Caliya, including her underwear, was already soaked through, and it was quite uncomfortable to stick to her skin.

If she hadn't brought a change of clothes, she would have stripped off immediately and took a cold shower, put on a fresh and breathable silk robe or skirt, and the leather boots and stockings on her feet were best replaced with vine-woven sandals.

Dressing like this will make you feel a little more comfortable in the hot climate of Stranglethorn Vale.

But fortunately, no matter what she thinks in her heart, Jialiya has been trained in royal etiquette. Even though her legs are dripping with sweat, she does not have the slightest rudeness to lift up her skirt to dissipate heat. Her fair face is also experiencing an increase in body temperature. Her lower body became red and wet, and the translucent neckline was also full of endless reverie.

After her body temperature dropped slightly by two degrees and her brain calmed down and she regained her ability to think, she took a long breath and asked in a slightly puzzled tone: "I don't quite understand. You can obviously kill those trolls directly." Transform them all into elves and directly resolve this war to avoid casualties, but why go to such trouble to let it continue?"

Zuo Si admired the unique style displayed by the Princess of Lordaeron with great interest, and explained with a smile: "It's very simple, because both humans and transformed elves need a war to fight for their lives. Give value and purpose.

Man is a very strange creature.

Generally speaking, things that are easy to obtain are not often cherished too much, no matter how high their value is;

But something that has to be finally obtained after hard work, even an insignificant stone, will be regarded as a treasure.

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

The latter is subjectively given a higher value because people have paid a huge price.

Therefore, the value of an item in people's eyes does not entirely depend on the wealth, power and status behind it, but also includes strong subjective emotions.

Many times the latter is the decisive factor in making a choice.

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

Perhaps a dilapidated old house in the eyes of outsiders, in the heart of the owner, carries a lifetime of beautiful memories from childhood to old age. Even if you exchange it for a luxurious villa or even a manor, he will refuse without hesitation.

I need to let human refugees and transformed elves face war and death, and gain land and homes through their own efforts.

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

There was once such a saying in the hometown where I was born.

Only iron and blood, war and sacrifice can truly build a strong and persevering country.

What I am doing now is to inject spirit and soul into this country that will take root and thrive in Stranglethorn Vale.

What's more, low-intensity wars like this can build a well-trained army to prepare for the coming huge crisis. "

"To give value to..."

Calia repeated a few key words in a low voice, and suddenly thought of the situation where the human kingdoms, which were originally scattered and even at risk of falling into civil war, quickly united to form an alliance to defend against foreign enemies after the invasion of the orcs.

Although the alliance soon fell into division again due to interest issues after the orcs were completely defeated, the common values ​​​​that had been established did not disappear.

This is why the fleet commander of Kul Tiras, Dai Lin, had clearly announced his withdrawal from the alliance, but when he learned that the orcs had escaped from the shelter and snatched the ship, he immediately rushed over to help.

Knowing that the plague and undead were raging in the East Wild area of ​​the Kingdom of Lordaeron, Dalaran immediately extended a helping hand and sent Jaina 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.

In the original timeline, when Arthas, the first filial son of Azeroth, came back to kill his father and cause the Scourge of the Undead, the member states of the Alliance responded immediately and devoted all their resources to building a defense line to prevent the Scourge from moving south.

Otherwise, not only the lands in the north such as East Wilder, Tirisfal Glades, and Silverpine Forest would fall, but basically none of the Hillsbrad Hills and Arathi Highlands would be able to escape.

Obviously, this tacit reaction of being able to unite and jointly resist powerful enemies immediately when something goes wrong was established bit by bit during the two Orc Wars.

If the Kingdom of Lordaeron hadn't been leaderless after its fall, and Garithos, a stupid pig, had the opportunity to jump out and take power, there would have been a high probability of successful restoration if it had been led by someone else, and Sylvanas would not have established the Forsaken regime. , the blood elves defected to the tribe.

Although Calia does not know what will happen in the future, she also understands the importance of giving value from the establishment of alliances and mutual support.

Without the suffering and sacrifices shared in the two Orc Wars, it would be impossible to have the harmonious coexistence of humans, dwarves, dwarves and high elves in the eastern continent today.

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

Indeed, in order to integrate the humans from Lordaeron and these transferred elves, they must have a common enemy.

The primitive, barbaric and numerous trolls in Stranglethorn Valley are the most suitable choice.

After completely defeating the most powerful Bloodscalp Troll clan in the northern part of Stranglethorn Vale, we will be able to establish a firm foothold here, and then continue to target the Skullsplitter Trolls in the south.

When most of the troll clans are transformed, a powerful nation composed of humans and elves will rise.

There is one small question though, what are you going to do with the ambitious priestess?

I don't think she has any respect for me, a princess from the human kingdom of Lordaeron. "

"Haha, don't worry.

In my mind, your importance and status are much higher than hers.

What's more, Calesia hasn't realized that I am not the Loa gods that the trolls believe in, and the magical power bestowed upon me is also not permanent.

I can take it back anytime I want.

If her ambition grows too dangerous one day, another elf priest will immediately take her place.

In the church of the true God, no one’s position is irreplaceable.

Compared with the numerous pastors, you, the elect, are the most special. "

As he spoke, Zuo Si stretched out his hand and gently stroked Caliya's slightly red and hot cheeks, lifted up her long blond hair that was wet with sweat, exposing her ears and slender neck.

Such an intimate and ambiguous move instantly reminded the latter of the scene he had dreamed about during the sleep magic. His heartbeat immediately began to speed up, and as his body temperature increased, he began to sweat uncontrollably.

But this time it wasn't just the heat in the body, a blazing fire was also ignited in the soul...

At the same time, the image of her husband and daughter flashed through the Princess of Lordaeron's mind, and she immediately felt a strong sense of guilt involuntarily.

This contradictory sense of instinctive desire and rational resistance and sense of betrayal not only did not make her calm down, but instead created an indescribable stimulation.

Finally, coupled with faith and the taboo of breaking the invisible boundary between gods and mortals, Dujialia felt like she was standing next to an abyss at the moment. As long as there was a little more temptation, she would be there in no time. Jump down regardless of your own safety.

Just as her breathing became more and more rapid, Zuo Si suddenly took his hand back and then lightly snapped his fingers.

Snapped!

Following the crisp sound, the princess immediately couldn't help but snap out of her wits and regain consciousness. She found that a huge wooden bathtub had appeared in the room at some point, filled with cold spring water.

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

“Take a good bath and rest.

Starting tomorrow, you will work with everyone here to resist the attack of the Bloodscalp Trolls, and win their respect and recognition by sharing the joys and sorrows.

You must know that becoming a qualified or even excellent ruler is not an easy task.

Now that you have decided to do it, study hard from scratch.

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

Having said that, Zuo Si's eyes flashed with a trace of amusement that was not easy to detect, and he directly guided the arcane energy to release the teleportation magic and disappeared in place.

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

After he left for more than three minutes, Caliya, who was standing there like a statue, showed a very complicated expression, including relief from relaxation and a little bit of disappointment.

In the end, all these complicated emotions and feelings turned into a sigh, and he locked the door and began to take off his clothes 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 soul.

As a princess who secretly married and had children behind her father's back, she usually had no chance to meet her husband.

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

And as the separation time becomes longer and longer, the original close relationship between husband and wife will inevitably become cold under the long separation.

On the contrary, physical desires are increasing day by day.

When she was living in the capital of Lordaeron, she was still able to choose to endure under the gaze of her parents.

After all, under normal circumstances, no one would dare to flirt with a noble princess.

But now facing a god descending from the sky, Caliya felt like a moth flying around the flames, and she might lose control at any time and pounce on him without any regrets.

Just like that, after washing her sticky skin, she slowly stood up and wiped away the water stains with a towel, then put on silk clothes that felt cold to the touch, and stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror and watched her become more and more beautiful after giving birth to her daughter. With a plump figure, it took a while before he lay down, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

In the dream, the princess who had been dissatisfied with her desires for a long time had another strange and erotic dream.

With the arrival of Calia and the official launch of the plan to transform the trolls, Stranglethorn Vale, a land that originally belonged to the trolls, finally ushered in subversive changes.

Although the Bloodscalp clan has been trying to bulldoze the human camp in front of them, whenever they are ready to go all out, a large number of compatriots who inexplicably turn into elves will appear.

The chaos caused by their escape will lead to severe panic, which will take two or three days to slowly recover.

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

Therefore, the war between the two sides eventually changed from a one-off stud to a ridiculous long-term and small-scale one.

The most important thing is that the trolls with a tribal structure simply cannot maintain the logistics of a large army for a long time.

In desperation, they could only dismiss most of the people first, barely maintaining a scale of two to three thousand people, and let other small tribes take turns delivering food every day, hoping to use this method to force humans to slowly exhaust their stored energy. The food goes away on its own.

But the trolls obviously made the wrong calculation.

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

Don’t forget, the tropical rainforest of Stranglethorn Valley is an unexplored virgin land.

The fish resources in the offshore waters are astonishingly rich.

Let alone tens of thousands of people, there is no problem in supporting hundreds of thousands or millions of people.

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

Calesia and her men took the opportunity to attack in all directions, constantly transforming the small tribes, causing the scope of the Bloodscalp clan's control to shrink, and the total number of people soon expanded to more than 5,000.

Due to the armor and weapons supported by humans, as well as the familiarity with the environment, they are often able to defeat or even capture the troll army that comes to encircle and suppress them.

With the support of DBUFF in multi-line operations, the senior leaders of the Bloodscalp clan finally could no longer maintain the siege of the human city and chose to withdraw their troops after persisting for a period of time. They planned to resolve internal troubles first and then consider dealing with foreign enemies.

After all, the forest elves transformed from trolls are not only familiar with the terrain, but also know the location and scope of activities of each small tribe.

As long as they continue to develop and grow, it is still unclear who the northern jungle of Stranglethorn Vale belongs to.

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

After the Bloodcap Trolls withdrew, humans immediately began production and construction again, continuously reclaiming fertile farmland along the river banks.

Perhaps due to the psychological shadow caused by the previous siege, they were no longer satisfied with the wooden walled city. Instead, they found a quarry and began to use stronger stones to build city walls and fortresses.

It is estimated that before long, a spectacular port city will appear in the north of Stranglethorn Vale.

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

Not to mention the organized power of the Bloodscalp Trolls, they once again launched an attack on humans. They were even unable to resist Kalesia's transformation.

There are too few manpower dispatched purely to deliver food to the other party.

There were too many people dispatched. On the one hand, the logistical supplies could not last long. On the other hand, Kalesia was not a fool. She would not choose to fight head-on. Instead, she quickly retreated to the castle and fortress built by humans and waited for help, or fled to the river bank. Waiting for the ship to be picked up nearby.

In this embarrassing situation of being unable to defeat or catch up, the number of bloodcap trolls is rapidly decreasing, while the number of forest elves is rapidly increasing.

Later, Calesia even had to send some people to human camps to learn farming, herding, mining, metal smelting, forging and other techniques.

Similarly, they also passed on the techniques of trolls to tame beasts, especially velociraptors, as gifts to humans.

In just over a month after acquiring this technology, a team of Velociraptor Dragoons jointly established by the two races appeared on the road north of Stranglethorn Valley.

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

After the high elves saw the forest elves transformed from the trolls, they thought they were fellow high elves who had escaped from the night elves and immediately expressed their intention to increase their assistance.

Prince Kael'thas even went all the way 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, this scene is really ridiculous.

After all, trolls have been the greatest threat to the high elves of Quel'Thalas for thousands of years.

But now, just the change in appearance has turned them from enemies to compatriots with the same blood. It is really full of irony and black humor...