As a typical kind and lawful paladin, Uther would definitely not do such things as massacre prisoners.
Not only does he not know how to do it himself, he will never allow those around him to do it.
So after a brief discussion, the cavalry took out the remaining holy water they carried and gave it to this group of trolls who were more like refugees than robbers to drink.
Soon, some of them began to develop severe symptoms such as nausea, vomiting, convulsions, and general fever.
You don’t need to ask to know that this is an inevitable reaction caused by physical weakness caused by long-term hunger and malnutrition.
If it were a human being, generally speaking, a similar situation would mean that there was no way to save the person, and they could only lie in bed and wait in pain for death to come.
Unless someone uses divine magic or holy light magic to continuously replenish the lost vitality, the body will be completely destroyed in the constant battle between the holy water and the plague.
When the body is dissected afterwards, it will be found that the body's organs will have experienced extensive failure or even complete ulceration.
But the trolls in Azeroth are obviously not an ordinary race.
Although they are completely different species from the trolls of Faerûn at the genetic level, appearance, and physiological structure, they have one thing in common, and that is their powerful regeneration ability.
As long as there is enough food, no injured troll will die easily.
What's more, Uther, possibly the most powerful first-generation paladin, can release the Holy Light spell to the dying troll to extend his life.
The result was that after more than half an hour of struggle, this troll tribe, which included more than 60 women and children, was collectively out of danger and was no longer infected with the natural disaster and plague.
Of course, the price was that a whole cart of baked bread, meat, and cheese was eaten.
The originally lifeless trolls gradually regained some of their vitality.
However, they did not show resistance after recovering from health, but chose to obey the orders issued by the group of humans in front of them, just as the leading female troll promised.
First, the young trolls were put on the carriage, and the others had their hands tied and followed the convoy slowly toward Stratholme.
When it was almost completely dark, the mighty motorcade passed through the city gate that was about to close.
Since we were just in time for dinner, the aroma of food and hot soup was everywhere in the port area.
People who had worked hard all day were gathering together in twos and threes to eat and chat, enjoying the rare leisure time. From time to time, they would also think about how to start a new life after arriving in Stranglethorn Vale.
But it didn't take long for everyone's attention to be attracted by the troll captives who came back with the convoy.
Because since the Kingdom of Lordaeron ended its expansion in its heyday, there have been basically no signs of large-scale troll activities in the entire north, and if there are any, they are on the territory of the elves, their northern allies.
Therefore, the residents of the East Weald region have not seen living trolls for a long time, and have even forgotten that trolls were once the biggest enemies of the human race.
Many children and teenagers who were more curious would even boldly approach and point. It was not until the cavalry rushed over, yelling and waving their whips, as if they were going to beat someone, that they dispersed in a hurry, laughing and cursing.
The arrival of the troll captives undoubtedly aroused the curiosity of everyone in Stratholme.
Although everyone knows that there are a certain number of forest trolls living in the East Weald area, due to the large stretches of virgin forest that separate them from each other, daily cross-contact is very rare.
Even if a hunter occasionally encounters a troll in the wild, the two sides often just look at each other warily, then retreat and quickly break away from contact without either party launching an attack.
Although during the two Orc Wars, the Amani trolls in the north joined the tribe under the leadership of Zul'jin, which briefly made many troll tribes think that there was an opportunity to regain their own territory, and began to move towards humans and elves.
The area of ​​influence advanced and started a battle with the Alliance in the Alterac Mountains.
But before the trolls in East Wilde had time to respond, Zul'jin 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 rule, and it is simply impossible to defeat them with a small number of trolls.
So this fragile peace has continued like this and has never been broken.
The Kingdom of Lordaeron only treats sporadic troll attacks as ordinary security incidents and does not choose to go to war, let alone any hatred.
no way.
Just like there is a saying.
As long as you are weak enough, even your anger and resistance will appear particularly cute in the eyes of others.
This is pretty much what the trolls of the East Weald look like to humans.
Before being attacked by the plague and the undead natural disaster, if Tyr's hand was randomly drawn, the garrison troops in Darrow County, Stratholme, and Cowling Crossing could easily grind the local troll tribes who lacked weapons and equipment to the ground.
Unless the Amani trolls from the north move south on a large scale, even if they gather together, they may not be able to gather tens of thousands of people.
Obviously, the onlookers' reaction of neither fear nor hatred made the trolls in the captive team feel very strange.
Because in their eyes, humans who are allied with high elves have always been life-and-death enemies, and the other party should naturally be hostile and hateful to them, just like they are hostile and hateful to the other party.
But now, instead of feeling this, even human cubs are no longer afraid of the tall troll warriors.
However, because they were prisoners, the trolls did not make any overreaction. They just lowered their heads silently and were escorted by cavalry to the door of the church's temporary headquarters.
Jaina and Calia, who had been alarmed for a long time, had already appeared at the gate. The former widened his eyes and asked in surprise: "Uther, what is going on with these trolls?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "They were caught attacking a grain transport convoy.
I needed to know the situation in the forest from these trolls, so I brought them all back.
The most important thing is that these guys are all infected with the plague without exception.
So I am very worried that the Undead Scourge is still rapidly expanding their sphere of influence and strength in invisible places."
Uther got off his horse and quickly expressed what he was worried about.
After all, the East Weald area is really huge.
Although the number of humans has multiplied to millions, the actual control area only occupies less than 20 to 30% of the flat land suitable for farming. The rest are all endless forests and mountains.
"I see. I happen to understand troll language, so let me interrogate you."
Gianna took the initiative to take over this job that ordinary people were simply not qualified for.
As a top student in Dalaran, she has taught herself many languages, including High Elf, Orc, Troll, Gnoll and Murloc.
Under the guidance of his mentor Anthony Das, he even wrote highly professional papers such as an investigation of the social ecology of the orc tribe, the underlying thinking logic of the murlocs, and the origin of the trolls' cannibalism custom.
Has an extraordinary understanding of non-human races.
This is also the reason why Jaina can represent Dalaran in the joint investigation team, and the premise that she can develop empathy with Thrall and the orcs in the future.
Relying on her familiarity with troll culture and living habits, she quickly let Uther know through effective communication the terrifying scene in the forest that was like the end of the world.
Where these trolls live, large tracts of woods and grass have become withered and twisted due to the erosion of the plague.
As a result, animals in hunting grounds and fish in rivers became sick and died in droves, and then resurrected and turned into stinking zombies.
Even harmless bats suddenly become extremely aggressive, and predators such as bears and wolves attack like crazy anything in sight.
What's even more frightening is that after eating the meat of these sick prey, even the trolls who never get sick began to feel pain and weakness.
Some even suddenly crawled out of their graves within a few days of being buried and attacked their fellow humans.
It didn't take long for the tribe, which originally numbered several hundred people, to decline rapidly. They had no choice but to flee their traditional territory and come to the territory controlled by humans to grab some food to maintain their survival.
It is precisely because trolls are much stronger than humans that they can drag their plague-infected bodies so far.
Moreover, these trolls are not entirely from the same tribe, but are a temporary alliance formed by two or three fleeing tribes.
The troll woman who knew a little bit of human common language was a priest and the inheritor of knowledge and beliefs in the tribe, so she had a relatively high status and prestige in the fleeing team.
After the weapon-wielding chieftain was hit in the head by Uther, she became the nominal supreme leader of the rest.
"Polluted land, withered and twisted trees, sick and dead animals resurrected in undead form...
Damn it! The Scourge of the Undead is killing the land in places we can't reach!
They want to turn the East Weald into a land of death!"
After understanding the situation, Uther raised his fist and slammed the table, his eyes showing a mixture of panic and anger.
Because this approach clearly aims to permanently change the environment, making it unsuitable for human beings or even any living creature to survive.
Jaina nodded solemnly: "You are right.
It seems that the situation is more serious than we expected.
Uther, I think it's best for you to return to the capital of Lordaeron immediately and report this situation to King Terenas.
I must also return to Dalaran to warn the Kirin Tor Council.
It is easy to see from the fact that the land in the forest is dying under the raging plague, that this has far exceeded the damage caused by the orc war.
At least the orcs only want to live on it when they seize the land. In essence, they are still living people.
To be continued...