Giants, mother fucking nine foot giants. You think that seven foot trolls were fearsome but the humans had god damn giants and they had lots of them welding goddamn tree trunks as weapons. From drows to dwarves the humans sent out all their outcasts just like the demons. The battlefield looked like a complete mess and we had the best vantage point on top of a hill a couple yards away watching it like a blood sport. The ogres and the drows were going at it while the trolls and giants just leveled areas. One thing the giants didn't have but the troll did was regeneration. You think you saw everything when a giant cleave a troll face off and for it to instantly grow back like it wasn't just bone a few minutes ago. The poor ogres and drow were just collateral damage at this point. The humans who saw their obvious disadvantage decided to start the fireworks by sending in their mage forces and start casting massive spells that took out both the armies combatants. The battlefield looked like a bloody swamp of body parts. But the trolls never stayed down; they kept on getting up. They even reached the enemy line and started to destroy their blockades. It took the humans to resort to using their ballista bolts and completely destroying the troll's head for them to stay down. That is when I felt a pulsation from deep underground. It felt oddly familiar that is when Precious chipped in by saying,"There is a dungeon core nearby. I can feel its power growing from all the carnage. There soon might be a monster invasion." So not only a war but a monster invasion on top of that and I had no real loyalties to tell Zelebres about it either. I going to keep that information a secret and watch from a safe distance to all this.

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