Chapter 55: Orcs' Transfer

The Horde camps outside Silvermoon City are still the same, but some are empty.

"Great Chieftain! The troops have already evacuated!"

"Got it!"

Orgrim. Hammer of Destruction looked at the map hanging in the tent, which outlined the mountains and rivers of the Eastern Kingdom and the movements of the army. His eyes were fixed on Alterac and Lordaeron to the northwest. Now the main force of the Alliance is divided into two, one is held in the Hinterlands and the other in Silvermoon City. They would never have thought that Silvermoon City was just a cover, and their main force would appear in Alterac. They would defeat the Kingdom of Alterac and cross the Alterac Mountains to attack Lordaeron on the other side of the mountain! Once their capital is captured, the Alliance will be finished.

The trolls, dragon riders and other orc clans that stayed here will pretend to be the main army. As long as they don't leave, the troops of Silvermoon City can't move.

Learning from the lessons of this siege, Hammer of Destruction found some goblin merchants who claimed to sell everything through various efforts, but these merchants insisted on delivering goods outside the city of Alterac, hoping that they can keep their promises. But even if they don't keep their promises, the Iron Army of the Horde will crush those weak city defense troops.

Thinking of this, Hammer of Destruction spat. If it weren't for those damn mercenaries, Silvermoon City would have fallen long ago. I heard that Zul'jin also has a group of troll mercenaries under his command, so why aren't they as powerful as those in Silvermoon City? Orgrim. Hammer of Destruction put away the map, picked up his eponymous weapon Hammer of Destruction, walked out of the tent, and followed the main force that quietly withdrew from the battlefield under the cover of night.

The next day, the elf reconnaissance team reached the vicinity of the tribal camp, some on the ground, and some on the trees.

"The number of tents is still the same."

"The number of cooking smoke is normal, the enemy has no reinforcements coming."

"There's a troll patrol over there, let's retreat!"

In Silvermoon City, Richard, Turayan, the three Windrunner sisters, and everyone's adjutants gathered together to discuss.

Richard said, "I oppose Turayan's plan. Our troops are not enough to deal with the enemy's large army, especially my people are not good at jungle warfare. Now that the enemy has not continued to attack, we should strengthen the city's defense."

Turayan insisted on his own opinion: "We have just won a victory and our morale is high. The enemy has now suspended its offensive and is resting. The enemy has superior forces but is not attacking. It is clearly waiting for an opportunity or reinforcements."

"Are you sure you will win?"

"No."

"So I don't agree with you. Although what you said makes sense, I can't let my men take risks. Once we fail, Silvermoon City will be in danger."

"But..." Turayan wanted to argue, but Richard interrupted him.

"Let's vote. Those who agree with Turayan's attack on the Horde, please raise your hands."

Only Turayan said.

"You..." Turayan looked at the three sisters.

"Those who agree to hold on, please raise your hands."

Richard, Sylvanas, and Vereesa raised their hands. Alleria gave up.

"3:1 Turayan, the minority obeys the majority."

"I'm going to arrange the city defense." Turayan left with his adjutant unhappily.

"We'll go for the inspection too." The three sisters also went out one by one, leaving only Richard and his several mercenary leaders.

Richard smiled. No matter whether you, Turayan, have discovered anything, as long as I'm here, you can't move.

Gul'dan's camp.

"The Warchief wants us to support? Got it. We will rush to Lordaeron."

Gul'dan replied to the messenger, who left quickly, and then Gul'dan walked out of the tent.

"Ch'gal! It's time for us to set off!"

Gul'dan's clan had nothing to pack, so they quickly set off. However, they were not heading to Lordaeron, but to the sea.

"The great power in the boundless sea. I am coming!"

Dalaran.

Several archmages were urgently discussing the intelligence sent by Khadgar. Khadgar sat aside boredly watching the archmages' argument. They had to argue for a long time on everything, and their efficiency was extremely low.

After a while, the archmage Krasus walked in anxiously, and the first sentence he said was: "The red dragon's homeland is in crisis!"

I don't know which mage took a breath of cool air, and Antonidas stood up to comfort Krasus: "Don't worry, Krasus, we will save your people."

Khadgar looked at the red dragon mage, and his face had lost its usual calmness.

"But the problem now is, how should we rescue them and who should we send?"

"Dalaran must send out mages."

"Only our Dalaran? Once our mages are approached by those orcs, we will have no chance of winning."

"I think other races will contribute their strength."

"Other races? Humans? Elves? Or the dwarves trapped in Khaz Modan?"

"Then do we have to rely on our own strength?"

The scene was silent, and Khadgar tried to speak.

"Well, I know some people who should be able to help us. Richard in Silvermoon City is my friend, and the mercenaries under him are very capable."

"Rely on those greedy mercenaries?"

Antonidas said, "Kel'Thuzad, now is an emergency, and we can consider relying on their strength when there is no other help."

"Well, let's discuss who to send on this mission."

Several archmages started arguing about the candidates again. Khadgar didn't want to listen any more, so he left Dalaran on the pretext of contacting Richard.

Richard in Silvermoon City was eating the dessert made by Sylvanas. This time, with Fina supervising and guiding him, the food was still edible.

"Richard."

Khadgar walked directly into the open door.

"Hey, rare guest, come and sit down."

"Dalaran has decided to save the red dragon, but the person to carry out the mission has not yet been determined. They hope to find some help from you."

Khadgar picked up a piece of dessert and put it in his mouth: "Well, it's not bad. Did your maid make it?"

"No, it was made by Sylvanas."

Richard tapped the table with his fingers and said, "The problem of help is easy to solve. There are some mercenaries with nothing to do on Kozan Island. You can choose one."

Khadgar nodded. At this time, Sylvanas came over with a plate of new desserts.

"Try it, my new dessert. Hey, who is this?"

Khadgar stood up and took the initiative to introduce himself: "Hello, I am Khadgar, a mage from Dalaran."

"So you are Khadgar. Hello, I am Sylvanas, the ranger general of Silvermoon City."

Sylvanas saluted solemnly. Khadgar looked old, and the robe he wore had exquisite patterns. Even if there were no rumors of those heroic deeds, anyone would think that he was a respected old mage.

Richard said: "Let's taste it together."