Our losses are significant with around 50,000 remaining.
You have suffered greatly.
My people number in the thousands now.
The crowd exchanged words, each recounting their numbers.
As Bet listened, he felt a sense of clarity.
The assault on the stronghold had inflicted considerable losses upon them as well.
Currently, the coalition's forces total around 400,000, but many are injured.
Even though trolls possess robust physiques, they require time to recuperate.
Let the troops kindle fires for cooking and enjoy a proper rest tonight.
I have arranged for the plundering of bloodthroats wealth, and tomorrow we shall divide the spoils according to the contributions of each tribe.
I am not kais.
Everyone who has labored will receive their share by get proclaimed.
Upon hearing his words, smiles instantly illuminated the faces of all present.
While Byette would naturally claim a significant portion of his spoils, they were not inclined to toil without reward.
With a promise from their leader, their spirits lifted.
We have faith in Chief Bet.
Indeed, overthrowing Bloodthroat is merely the first step.
We must also breach the necropolis and escape this barren mountain range.
Bagget nodded in agreement.
Yes, once we resolve the nuisance of Kais, we shall assault the necropolis and make our escape.
Indeed, Chief Bagget speaks wisely.
After several leaders discussed their subsequent plans, they exited the chief's hall, returning to their respective encampments to prepare meals.
Following their conquest of Bloodthroat, they would have ample provisions to satiate their armies.
Chief, I have left two women in the house for you.
Their bosoms are ample, larger than this spoon, a troll cook remarked, stirring a cauldron suspended over the campfire with a massive wooden spoon.
The pot bubbled with a viscous liquid, revealing fragments of bone and meat.
Call me when the meal is ready, the troll chief replied with a nod.
Suddenly, as the chief intended to enter the dwelling for a brief indulgence, an object plummeted into the cauldron.
The troll cook glanced at the overcast sky, using his spoon to retrieve the fallen item from the pot.
In the spoon lay a cylindrical object, still emitting wisps of grayish white smoke from its end.
What is this? The chief and several nearby trolls leaned in for a closer look.
Just as they prepared to curse the careless thrower, the white smoke dissipated.
Boom! The object erupted violently, instantly obliterating those gathered nearby.
Simultaneously, cylindrical bombs rained down from the sky like droplets of rain.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Explosions permeated every corner of the city, ravaging the already shattered homes and streets.
The sky was filled with enemies, menacing creatures soaring above.
These aerial beings released their deadly bombs.
The trolls began to scatter, seeking refuge within the confines of buildings to evade the falling explosives.
Simultaneously, they seized the scattered stones and hurled them skyward with a series of thuds.
They managed to bring down some of the foes overhead.
Gazing upon the skeletal remains strewn across the ground, the trolls discerned the true nature of their adversaries, the undead, the skeletal bats.
The relentless bombardment shook the very foundations of the city.
Structures crumbled into ruins, and the trolls dining halls transformed into hellish landscapes.
Amidst the carnage, the trolls, desperately fleeing to escape, emitted anguish cries.
By stood in the hall, observing the ceaseless explosions outside, his expression growing increasingly grim.
What calamity had befallen them? Had Kirus returned to launch a counteroffensive? Impossible.
Kirus could not have resurfaced at this moment.
This method of assault bore the hallmarks of dwarven ingenuity.
Yet why was it manifesting here in such overwhelming numbers enough to raise a mountain? Do not run about recklessly.
Seek shelter within the buildings.
By gap bellowed, however, amidst the explosions and the whales of his kin, his voice was utterly drowned out, a feudal effort.
The deluge of explosions persisted for half an hour, leaving the city a desolate wasteland littered with debris.
Following the blasts, a brief silence fell, interrupted only by a persistent buzzing in everyone's ears.
After a time, the cries of survivors pierced the stillness.
Quickly, tend to the wounded and prepare for battle.
By commanded with urgency, the remaining leaders hurried to his side, each bearing injuries, and two leaders were notably absent.
"It is the undead.
The sky unleashed explosives, skeletal bats," one leader informed.
Before any further responses could be exchanged, a troll stumbled forward, breathless with panic.
Trouble approaches.
A vast army of undead is advancing from the south.
At that moment, the hearts of all present raced.
Why were the undead attacking now? What a dire coincidence.
Silence enveloped the group as they solemnly made their way to the southern wall.
Upon ascending the ramparts, they felt the ground tremble beneath them.
Peering down into the dim light of the moon, they beheld an endless horde of undead.
Damn it, it's the northern undead.
Quickly, assemble everyone and prepare for battle.
Bring all weapons.
By roared, his face etched with concern.
The remaining trolls were gathered.
Yet, fewer than 100,000 remained capable of wielding arms.
Most had perished in the recent bombardment.
The trolls gathered every movable object and transported them to the city walls, gazing down at the seemingly endless army of the undead.
Even the inherently bloodthirsty and savage trolls began to tremble and swallow hard.
Had they foreseen the assault on the bloodthrow tribe.
They would have postponed their own attack by 2 days.
Now having suffered significant losses, they were no match for the undead.
The few remaining dragon slaying crossbows were brought forth.
Nearly 3 meters tall, the crossbow bolts equipped with grappling hooks were loaded into the launch slots, cautiously surveying the skies.
The undead possessed bone dragons and the trolls feared a preemptive strike.
All trolls entered a state of readiness.
However, the undead halted a kilometer away from the city walls.
The skeletal giants raised their massive black shields overhead, forming a metallic barrier that resembled a black wall.
Behind these shields stood skeletal warriors wielding siege ladders.
On the walls, witnessing the formation below, the trolls wore expressions of profound dismay.
Isn't that your rockhead heavy shield, Chief Bat? How'd it end up in their hands? A chieftain inquired solemnly.
By expression mirrored that of his fellow chieftain, he recognized the shield's design.
Yet, how could he know how the enemy had equipped themselves? Such heavy shields were scarce, even within their tribe.
remnants of a bygone era.
"Enough of this.
Prepare for battle," Byak commanded.
Suddenly, the sound of drums erupted from the undead army below.
As the drumming resonated, a faint energy enveloped all the undead soldiers.
Outside the city, the skeletal army advanced to within a kilometer of the walls.
My lord, the archers are in position.
The shieldbearers are ready.
Lord Haging, the trolls heavy shields are also prepared.
Messages swiftly reached Hijing.
Nodding in acknowledgement, he rose and declared, "Dr.