Civilization of Azeroth: Start the Great Pyramid

After waking up from the coma, many elf wounded were really unacceptable, and it was a group of trolls who saved them.

These awakened elves, after having a general understanding of the situation, especially when they saw a group of Amani trolls just across the fence, subconsciously wanted to find weapons and fight each other desperately.

In fact, Amani thinks the same way. In fact, since last night, some lightly wounded people have been facing each other across the fence. Just because the weapons were all collected, the soldiers guarding the middle of the fence kept them away.

The life and death enemies of the two parties are surprisingly consistent in this matter.

As more and more wounded woke up, some people began to try to hit the fence in the middle. Some high elves even tried to attack each other with spells.

"What are you doing? I didn't see what was written there! If you don't know how to read, find someone to read it for you!"

When the situation was about to get out of control, Li De, Antonidas, Lal and others came here together. Li De pointed to the huge slogan written in three languages ​​on the wall:

‘Non-war zone, private fights are prohibited! ’

"It saved your life, not for you to fight here. You can fight to death as you like out of this door. But I still hope that I won't see you here again, or just die on the battlefield and put it in there. head!"

While Li De was speaking, the great wizard and Lal were responsible for the translation for the two parties. There is no way, the people who can communicate without barriers are limited to the top leaders of all parties, and more people still do not understand the languages ​​of other races.

The wounded looked in the direction of Li De's fingers. Under the window on the other side against the log wall, there were a row of long tables with boxy wooden boxes. Some of the brains turned fast and had already guessed what was inside.

"This is a place to save people. If you want to die, go out and die. Or if you really want to die here, just say it, don't be so troublesome! We can help!"

Li De's words are murderous. Most of the wounded have died once, and it is definitely better to be alive than dead, and looking at the soldiers surrounding them, they all silently returned to their beds.

Then Li De raised three more fingers.

"Remember three rules for me here: No fights! No fights! Still no **** fights!"

The great magician and the sorcerer lord were stunned after hearing this. They had never heard of this funny saying, but after chewing on it for a while, they felt that it was simple, crude, straightforward and easy to understand, and immediately translated it as it was.

After the small storm in the wounded area was over, several of them turned around and left. Li De rubbed his face on the washboard and said helplessly.

"If they fight every day, they have to come to new people every day, I don't want to stress it out like this again and again.

Those who are slightly injured and able to move, let them get out of the way with their ashes. Serious injuries have to stay in these few days, teach them what rules are, and when new people come, they can also be old and new. "

This arrangement also brightened the eyes of the other two. After all, they didn't want to see each other as translators.

Contrary to Li De's expectations, it may be that yesterday's events made both parties have to react, so it is rare that there is no war today. So everyone decided to send back the lightly wounded on both sides at noon.

There were about a dozen lightly wounded people on the high elves' side, and Brad brought them back with a few people. There was a cart behind them, and the ashes of the dead on the high elves' side were placed.

There are more Amani here. They have a strong resilience, and there are more than 20 lightly injured. Although they knew that they didn't take their own ashes seriously, in order to treat them equally, they sent them back with a scooter.

It's just that Lal personally went to **** Amani's wounded.

"Yo! Lal, are you free again? You look in good spirits."

Hearing that something strange happened on the front line, Zulkin personally came to the front line to check, and then he saw Lal through the bunker.

Lal was simply furious. He came here to ask Zulkin to confront him, but he didn't expect this guy to be so embarrassed to take the initiative to say hello.

"Zul'jin! You bastard! You have failed Zandalar's good intentions, and you still want to pull Zandalar into the water?! If you continue to do this, you will only destroy Zul'Aman!"

Zulkin turned a deaf ear to Ral's rebuke.

"Zandalari only care about their own face, Zandalar does not care about the interests of the Amani! In the end, we still have to rely on ourselves!"

Much like the Sunstrider, Zul'jin couldn't look back now. He had tried to sacrifice himself in exchange for time and space for Amani before, but the thousand **** fangs of the moss-rotten troll made him reluctant to trust anyone.

Without speculation, Zulkin couldn't listen to anything, and Lal didn't bother to talk too much, leaving behind the twenty or so lightly wounded and ashes, and turned around and returned to the camp with people.

"Overseer, what do you think? That non-war zone, should we attack them?"

After Ral left, Malakas asked. Zul'jin smiled slyly after thinking about it.

"No, these guys are here to disrupt the situation, and now it's in our favor. The width of the battlefield is limited, and these guys occupy such a large area, it is even more difficult for the elves to attack."

Malakas was full of admiration and admiration. As a witch priest, he was better than Zul'jin in the attainment of Loa faith, but he was much worse than Zul'jin in the military.

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After the lightly wounded were sent away in the camp, the remaining people naturally couldn't make trouble because their bodies had not recovered.

On the battlefield where life and death are repeated every day, the sudden appearance of such a peaceful zone allows the wounded to rest in peace, but instead gives these people space to think.

Occasionally, some witch doctors will come over and give them further treatment, which makes the Amani trolls have a very wonderful mood.

The Amani centurion Azib sat blankly on the bed, and let a sand troll witch doctor and Dalaran mage examine him together.

Trolls have a powerful regeneration ability, and most physical damage can heal themselves. But Amani's enemies are the high elves, and their arrows and warblades have complex magical effects attached to them.

"The arrow wound on the left flank that really caused the damage. Judging from the drawn arrow, there is continuous flame magic attached to it. These magic will continue to burn his internal organs, compared to the wound on his broken arm. No problem."

Dalaran's mage made a judgment after checking it, while the sand troll witch doctor who acted as an assistant patiently kept these in mind.

But after understanding the mage's words, the witch doctor asked a question in embarrassment.

"Mr. Mage, how to treat the damage caused by magic? I have no experience in this area."

Before this witch doctor came to the kingdom, he had never seen arcane magic, and naturally he did not have the ability to heal magic damage.

The mage sighed, other than continuing to bleed, what else could he do? Take an ordinary glass test tube from the magic backpack.

"Magic can only be dealt with by magic, this is the frost potion we diluted yesterday, which neutralizes fire magic.

The magic of the high elves is slightly different from ours, so I can only promise to relieve the symptoms, not necessarily eliminate them completely. However, with a little magic residue, your treatment method can activate his body functions and complete his self-healing. "

The witch doctor thanked him and took the test tube. The potion inside was light blue, and it was cool in his hand. There was even a layer of mist on the outer wall of the test tube.

"Open your mouth, this is magic medicine."

Using troll language, Azib opened his mouth on alert, pulled out the cork and poured a small tube of potion into the opponent's mouth. The potion slipped into the opponent's throat automatically as if it had life.

Azib's eyes widened in horror, and the potion brought a cool feeling to his entire chest. The burning of magic in his body suddenly eased a lot, and even after a while in his mouth, the potion tasted a little sweet?

Trolls have always had a bad impression of magic, because they have always been victims of magic, have they ever received magic treatment?

Until the witch doctor poured some herbs into his mouth again, and used voodoo magic to awaken his bodily functions, the Amani hadn't recovered.

On the contrary, Dalaran's mage is very interested in the treatment of sand trolls. He has never observed voodoo magic at such a close range, and it seems that it is a completely different philosophical system from arcane magic.

After the Robe Doctor and the Fanged Angel left, the Amani Centurion couldn't figure out why they wanted to save him.

At this moment, someone patted his shoulder hard from behind.

"Hey, you're recovering pretty fast. When I brought you back yesterday, your entire arm was chopped off. In just one night, half of your big arm is about to grow out. "

Azib looked back to see clearly that the person who patted himself was a troll officer in golden armor.

Angga sat next to Azib, who was familiar with him. This guy showed his hands yesterday. While he was helping to carry the stretcher, there was also a wounded man in each of his armpits. Azib, who lost an arm, was caught in this way.

He was also a troll soldier and there was no outsider present. He was the one who rescued him after listening to the other party's meaning. Only then did Azib ask his own question.

"Why do you want to save me, I should have been rations."

Azib didn't change his face when he said this, the dead and the seriously wounded became food, which is right and proper in Amani society. Not long ago, he shared his brother's food with other soldiers. At that time, his expression did not change at all, but only he knew what he was thinking.

"Why do you have to die if you can live? Cannibalism of the same clan or other intelligent creatures is not suitable for this era. If you don't change, you can only stay in the primitive tribe state forever, and you can't grow stronger."

Anggagu's words sounded harsh to Azib, but as Zul'jin said, Zandalar, who did not eat people, looked down on Amani.

"But cannibalism is the tradition of Amani. How can one gain more power without cannibalism?!"

In most troll beliefs, they believe that cannibals can gain power from each other. In the past, Ange Gagu also regarded this as the golden rule, but now he sounds like this view is ridiculous and generous.

"If this is really useful, how can trolls live so hard now? We have eaten people for 16,000 years. If we can really continue to grow stronger, after so many generations, why haven't we eaten a single one? The gods are coming?"

"Ah this..."

Azib was at a loss for words and didn't know how to answer.

Ang Gagu didn't force him, but just stood up and patted his shoulder.

"In order to survive, there is nothing wrong with cannibalism. But if you want to rely on cannibalism to become stronger, or even revive a race, that's pure nonsense..."

Having said that, Ange Gagu scratched his unkempt hair.

"I didn't understand this before, and I also like to eat people. Now I understand that there are so many delicious things, why do you have to eat people... Hey, why are you telling me this, you are not ours..."

Ange Gagu said it casually, but he didn't want the other party to immediately seize the loophole in his words.

"You're not a Zandalar troll? Zandalar didn't have cannibalism a long time ago."

"Uh…"

Screaming badly, Ang Gagu changed his face.

"I'm just making an analogy! I'm here to warn you to be honest here! Don't try to play tricks!"

After finishing speaking, the reckless man left with some embarrassment. Azib paid attention to this, he realized that the other party was a very special group of trolls, and he might see a different world from them.

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