My Frostmourne can't be so cute

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In a temple in the city of Zuaman, the commanders of the human, dwarf, and high elves coalition forces gathered together again, but this time, the expressions on their faces were extraordinarily relaxed, even with a little pride .

Why not?Thousands of years ago, Thoradin was unable to do what they could not do today—perhaps there was a little trouble in the process and a lot of sacrifices, but the Troll’s Amani Empire, after all, Wiped off this continent.

"Alsace, are you all right?"

Muradin? Bronzebeard's loud voice rang in the temple. He was Alsace's friend. This time the dwarven kingdom sent troops to Aman, the personal friendship between him and Arthas was not a small reason.

"It's okay, how about you? Those trolls didn't cause you any trouble, did they?"

Arthas raised his mouth and asked with a smile.

"A lot of the boys were injured, and some died... But overall, the price we paid was not great."

Muradin? Bronzebeard's face darkened and replied.

The smile on Arthas's face disappeared, but he nodded silently.

Everyone thought that Arthas was sorry for the soldiers who died, but in fact, Arthas thought of far more than this.

Coming from the future, Arthas knew that the enemy that mankind had to face, the powerful and terrifying Burning Legion, would eventually encroach on this world they have coveted for a long time.

Although there is Frostmourne and the help of the Red Dragon Queen, but this trip to Zuaman has proved that just the troll has enough power to delay the Red Dragon Queen and Frostmourne, so burn Legion...

Arthas didn't know how many brave soldiers would die under the fel flames of the demon legion in this future battle.

"Does the specific number of casualties come out?"

Alsace was silent for a long time before asking his adjutant Paul.

"The specific figures are still being counted, but... plus the losses in previous wars, about 10,000 soldiers were killed."

Paul lowered his voice and replied.

"Ten Thousand..."

Arthas sighed long—this figure was almost one-fifth of the expeditionary force, showing how tragic the war was.

What about humans?What has mankind gained from this war?There is almost nothing.

There are indeed many trolls in the city of Zuaman who have been searching for the treasures accumulated over the years, but Arthas would rather not want these gold coins than seeing the soldiers who were still alive a few days ago will never be able to return to their hometown.

At this moment, Arthas deeply felt the tremendous pressure that a king and a country's decision-maker had to bear.

Before sending troops, how many citizens prayed to the Holy Light for the triumph of their Prince?But when the real triumph comes, how many families have lost their sons, husbands and fathers forever?

The only thing that can relieve Arthas's little anxiety is that from now on, until the arrival of the Burning Legion, his subjects can avoid such a large-scale war forever.

On today's continent, the alliance of humans, dwarves, and high elves is still stable for the time being. Although there are some problems within the alliance, it has not yet reached the point where it needs to be solved by war.

This alliance that has just defeated the orcs and trolls is unprecedentedly strong and stronger than the future from which Arthas comes. This also means that the civilians living in this alliance will not suffer the suffering of war for the time being.

"We may still need some time to deal with the funeral of these soldiers. May the Holy Light accept their souls."

Uther's face was very serious-not only he was like this, even the most cheerful Vereesa, after hearing the number of casualties, was almost sad to shed tears.

"At the same time, the troops sent to search, whether it’s the remaining trolls or their treasures, don’t miss anything... the former is killed directly, and the latter is brought back to Lordaeron. With such a huge number of casualties, the care must be The number of pens is not small."

Arthas told Paul.

Uther was silent. He didn't like this kind of behavior because it would give him a kind of war, which was for the troll's treasure in the beginning.

But Uther didn't say anything, because he knew that Arthas was right. At least, the gold coins they had seized could make those who died in the war more generous.(To be continued.)

720 The Fall of the Amani Empire

"So... what about the captives? Don't you need to keep some trolls? Even as coolies, or other..."

Varian Wrynn said suddenly.

For the captives, Varian Wrynn is considered to be the more experienced among the people present.

Although Stormwind received assistance from Lordaeron and other allied countries, the lack of craftsmen and labor caused great trouble in the reconstruction of Stormwind City.

In view of the serious lack of labor, Anduin Lothar had to take the Warriors of the Brotherhood of Iron Horse to participate in the reconstruction of Stormwind City.

The trolls are very powerful-regardless of men and women-Varian Wrynn felt that their captives must be good seedlings of slaves.

"Captive? No... these trolls are not worthy, they are just a group of barbaric invaders... extinction is already the most merciful end for them."

Prince Danas said with a cold snort.

The reason why Stromgarde participated in this war against the trolls, in addition to fulfilling the duties of allies, is more importantly revenge-revenge for the tragedy caused by the trolls outside Stromgarde six years ago.

If even one troll survived, even if it was a child or a woman, Prince Danath would feel ashamed of the civilians who died under Stromgarde.

Six years ago, the trolls did not show even a trace of mercy outside the city of Stromgarde; today, six years later, the same fate fell on themselves. In addition to not eating them, Prince Danas believed that he absolutely Not even a little softer than the trolls.

"Well, I'm just talking casually..."

Varian Wrynn shrugged, he was just making a proposal, and since Prince Danas tried his best to oppose it, it was fine.

"By the way, that Zandalar messenger, the troll called Kaldala, have you found his trace?"

Arthas didn't intend to have any dispute with Prince Danas over the captives of these trolls. In other words, kindness really didn't apply to a race like trolls, so he changed the subject lightly.

"I didn't see..."

Prince Danas shook his head first, followed by Varian Wrynn, Muradin Bronzebeard and other commanders, and finally even Alleria Windrunner shook his head.

Arthas felt very regretful in his heart-he knew that without this messenger from Zandalar, this trip to Zuaman would not have so many variables.

Without this strange enchantment of the four gods, Alsace's army would have smashed Zu Aman without any effort, and would not have paid so many casualties as it is now.

Arthas thought that Caldara would not die in the chaos-after all, in his camp, he faced Frostmourne and the Red Dragon Queen, as well as so many elite guards, all he could easily And retreated.

Arthas guessed that this Zandalari messenger called Caldala must have escaped. As he said, this guy was only here to mediate the war, and he would definitely not be the funeral of Zuaman.

Alsace was right. Caldara did not die; while Alsace and the commanders were holding a military meeting in the temple, Caldara was sitting on the top platform of an altar, silently Looking at the humans and dwarf warriors running around in Zuaman City.

"Ms. Caldara..."

Marragus, the chief witch doctor of the Amani Empire that Zujin most trusted, stood behind Kaldara with a look of loss, muttering in a low voice.

Marragus didn't know where his future was. He had been serving for the emperor of the Amani Empire until he returned to Zuaman from the territory of the Zandalar tribe.

It can almost be said that Marragus' status by Zujin's side is not much different from that of the Prime Minister of the Amani Empire.