The main force of the Horde spent two days traversing the snow-covered mountains, descending west to the hilly region. Until now, the Beastmen had not seen a single human. Some of the warriors even grumbled that they had lost the chance to kill. However, the conquerors of the Alterac Kingdom caught up from behind and triggered their nerves.
Their Great Chieftain assured them that they would soon have that opportunity.
Yes, they would have the chance.
Three days ago, when news of Alterac's destruction spread, Lordaeron, and even the entire Alliance, had a heated argument.
In the command tent of Lordaeron's frontline between Silverpine Forest and Tirisfal Glades.
A noble general roared like a madman, "That kid in the vice commander's seat is an idiot. We gave him fifty thousand troops, but he still let the Horde get under our noses!"
Mograine, who knew Duque the best, mocked him with clear disdain. "If you lead the army, you'll only give fifty thousand to those barbaric green monsters."
"Retreat! Fail! Lose the capital! This is the second in the Alliance to lose the capital?! Who's next? Lordaeron? Iron Forge or Riptide Keep? Are we competing to see who will fall faster? No, we must keep the initiative in the hands of the people of Lordaeron. Your Majesty, you should use your influence to take back the position of commander and vice commander! " Another duke jumped out and slammed the table, attracting everyone's attention. His suggestion was immediately echoed by many nobles.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
He slammed the table, and Mograine did the same. As one of the few nobles who was extremely powerful, Mograine was not inferior to anyone in terms of making noise.
"Watch your mouth! Duke Shade! Changing the commander will only cause more chaos! " Mograine's exposed muscles bulged, his veins bulging. "The two commanders you speak of have done a good job. Under their leadership, we killed five hundred thousand Beastmen. The only reason for this is that there are too many damned greenskins. "
The one called Santos did not give up, "If His Majesty Menethil leads us, we can kill a million orcs!"
Admittedly, this was a very skillful boot-licker.
If it was any other time, King Terenas would have accepted it with a smile. Unfortunately, this was a time when they needed the help of the allies the most. The King of Lordaeron, who was sitting on the highest seat, said calmly, "If I were the commander, there would be no alliance."
The nobles immediately shut up.
The white-haired King Terenas rubbed his temples and turned to look at his best commander — Highlord Mograine.
"What is your opinion? My Mograine. "
"We can only retreat. The best soldiers of Lordaeron have been transferred here. The remaining city guards can't possibly deal with the core elites of the Horde … If the combat power of this Horde is as terrifying as Deputy Commander-in-Chief Marcus described …"
A few of the nobles stood up like cats whose tails had been stepped on. However, Terenas raised his hand and gestured for them to keep quiet, and they could only hold it in.
"We don't have enough soldiers to fight on two fronts, so my answer is, 'Yes!"
Ignoring the murderous gazes of the nobles whose fiefs were in the Tirisfal Woodlands, Mograine gritted his teeth. "We don't have enough troops to fight on two fronts, so my answer is, 'Yes! My Majesty. We cannot afford to lose Lordaeron. '"
Everyone knew this, but it was a different story when it came to the Horde. Everyone knew that the Horde was a swarm of locusts that would consume all the resources wherever they went. The Horde was a nomadic people, and they had no concept of sustainable development.
They hunted all the beasts in the forest and cut down all the trees. When they had no other choice, they would let the laborers feed the animals with plants. For example, the pigs captured from the humans were very much to the Beastmen's liking.
After fighting in the Silverpine Forest for so long, they had almost destroyed the entire forest. It was summer, and it was difficult to find a tree with green leaves. Once they retreated, the Silverpine Forest would become the template for the future Tirisfal Woodland.
Now that they saw the bitter faces of the Tirisfal Woodland lords, the lords of Silverpine Forest who had suffered for a long time felt like gloating over their misfortune.
However, retreating to Lordaeron was also a painful choice. After being surrounded by the Horde from both east and west, Lordaeron would lose all contact with their own territory. If they wanted to get supplies, they could only rely on Lake Lordaeron.
To the east of the lake was a mountain, to the west was the destroyed Silverpine Forest, and to the south was the Dalajan. The Dalajan had never been known for their food production. What was particularly ironic was that the grain production area controlled by the refugees from the Stormwind Kingdom in Hillsbrad had become the backbone of the Alliance's food supply a year later.
"Alright, next topic. Since we've decided to retreat, how do we do it?"
The Horde in the Silverpine Forest had obviously received the news, and their attacks had become more frequent in the past two days.
"If we retreat now, we'll all be wiped out if the Horde catches up to us," Mograine warned solemnly. "In principle, we have to leave some troops behind to cover our retreat."
Hearing this, many lords' facial muscles twitched, and they lowered their heads. Some even took small steps back, afraid that their king would take a liking to them.
Terenas' expression did not look good. He waved his hand, and a servant immediately handed Mograine a note.
"I'm not very familiar with military matters. This is an idea that Duque gave me using magic. What do you think?"
Mograine's eyes lit up when he saw it. He said excitedly, "He really is a military genius!"
Grom Hellscream personally led the army to attack the northern defense line of the Silverpine Forest. As a pure warrior, he did not know much about strategy. Since Orgrim had sent him a letter to lead the army to the north, he continued to send small groups of troops to attack.
The humans' performance when they had a solid base was much worse than when they were fighting in the wild. If these guys were allowed to return to Lordaeron, it would definitely increase the difficulty of the attack by a few levels.
For the past few days, there had been continuous drumming in the north, as if telling the Horde that they were on guard. In reality, as soon as the Horde's troops got close, the drumming would become more intense, and according to the scale of the Horde's attack, more human troops would pour out from the camp.
The annoying Paladins disappeared for two days, and then returned. The Silver Paladins even personally killed small groups of troops.
This situation lasted for three days, and then Grom suddenly realized that something was wrong!
"Oh no! The humans are escaping! "
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