Chapter 444: "Your Life is Mine 3000"

This day, it wasn't easy at all!

The battle reports had been given to Lothar, who, as a military expert, understood clearly how advantageous the current situation was for the Alliance.

If Orgrim Doomhammer had truly led his elite forces to capture Lordaeron City, it would undoubtedly have been the most lethal blow to the morale of the Alliance. To be honest, the war had already claimed hundreds of thousands of lives, and the actual death toll was definitely over a million.

Especially with the successive fall of various countries, one after another being destroyed, if Lordaeron City, the spiritual symbol of the Alliance, were to fall, the morale of the Alliance would absolutely crumble, and the kings of various countries would be more concerned about themselves.

However, Duke had stubbornly defended Lordaeron City, not only holding it, but also creating an opportunity to annihilate the orcs. This command ability, this ability to seize the opportunity, even Lothar, a veteran commander who had spent the first half of his life in the military, felt inferior.

If at the beginning of the Alliance, Llane and Anduin were fighting with the mentality of dying on the charge even if they drowned in the dream of restoration, now they truly saw the hope of the revival of Stormwind Kingdom.

The Horde was already weakening, and it was just one strike away from truly transitioning from prosperity to decline, from offense to defense.

"Well done!" Llane whispered, his hand unconsciously tightening.

Llane's grip was not as strong as Anduin's, but it wasn't far off.

Duke felt a bit of pain.

Anduin, the rascal, glanced meaningfully at Alleria, who was waiting quietly not far away, then said solemnly to Duke, "Duke, it's time for you to exercise."

"Darn!" Duke muttered.

Almost at the same time, Anduin narrowly avoided an arrow, a flying arrow made of wind, brushing past Lothar's head. If it weren't for a certain commander's quick reaction, ducking his head, he might have instantly gone from a handsome man with flowing hair to a bald man.

Alleria's noble and elegant demeanor, that smile that anyone would feel like a spring breeze... who would have thought that just now, this theoretically Stormwind-affiliated Windrunner Marshal, had just made an attempt to 'assassinate' the commander of the Alliance?

The joke was over.

The highest-level Alliance military meeting was officially convened.

The topic was simple, how to annihilate the two invading Horde armies.

At the same time as Anduin arrived at Lordaeron City, Grom Hellscream's Horde army had already arrived less than thirty kilometers west of Lordaeron City. Of course, the southern Silverpine Forest army previously led by Lothar was also trailing this Horde army by about thirty kilometers.

After confirming the battle report once again, Anduin looked up at Duke, "Are you sure the Horde on the west side doesn't know about Gul'dan's betrayal?"

Duke shrugged, "I can only say there's a 90% chance, after all, the Horde doesn't have magical communication. And I've had Kurdran's gryphon team intercepting possible Horde dragon rider messengers day and night."

Kurdran's booming voice rang out, "My brethren have done their best, I've sent thirty teams in rotation to sweep, and haven't found any Horde dragon riders."

Duke waved his hand, indicating it was okay, "According to calculations, even Orgrim's main force will only know about Gul'dan's escape tonight at the earliest. The terrain of the Alterac Mountains is too complex, and intercepting messengers isn't very effective. However, as long as we can intercept the messengers going to the Horde's western army..."

At this point, nearly all the big shots' eyes lit up.

There were no fools here, everyone could imagine that when Orgrim's main force near the Alterac Mountains learns of Gul'dan's betrayal, their morale will take a tremendous hit.

Retreat would almost certainly become the inevitable choice.

The key point is, the Horde's western army doesn't know yet!

Grom's men are still naively following previous orders, heading towards Lordaeron City, preparing to join forces for a siege.

To be honest, if Gul'dan's two clans were here, the Horde's 150,000 elites plus a large number of two-headed ogres and two-headed ogre mages, and a ridiculously strong Gul'dan, it's really uncertain who would win if they fought against the Alliance.

Now it's completely different.

The Alliance can fully exploit a time difference, and when Orgrim's main force wants to retreat, they can gather superior forces to wipe out the Horde's western army in one fell swoop.

In this way, the entire Tirisfal Glades can avoid destruction, and both Lordaeron and the Alliance will have more confidence to launch a counterattack.

This is a great opportunity for revenge against the Horde, and even to make a name for oneself!

Annihilating a Horde army in an organized manner, this is an unprecedented great honor!

Everyone cast their eager eyes on Anduin.

At this time, Anduin instead cast his gaze on Duke, "If I want you to hold Lordaeron City, and not let any Horde come to the west of Lordaeron City within three days, how many troops do you need?"

Duke almost didn't hesitate, raising a hand, five fingers clearly in sight.

"Fifty thousand?" Anduin looked and thought it was a bit less, but since Duke said it was enough, it should be fine. There was no second commander under his command in the entire Alliance that he could trust as much as Duke. Turalyon was growing fast, but he was the kind of by-the-book commander. He could do any task assigned to him very well, but he couldn't create surprises, let alone miracles.

The next second, Duke made everyone have to face his miracle aura.

"No, what I mean is, leave me a squadron of gryphon riders, plus the Quel'Salar and my direct ranger and mage teams, a total of five thousand people is enough. Any more would be purely padding. If you like, leave thirty thousand recruits and five thousand city guards for me."

City guards wouldn't be counted as combat power by the Alliance big shots. Everyone knew that infantry without strict military training against the Horde's elite was almost like delivering food. Of course, some individuals who had reached the level of champion knights were another story.

Orgrim wouldn't watch his entire army be annihilated. Even if they really wanted to break through, the breakthrough of 150,000 orc elites and 50,000 people was not the same concept in terms of deterrence.

It can be imagined that even if Orgrim retreats, he will definitely try to pass through the north of Lordaeron City and join Grom's western army, then leave grandly. Without a complete blockade line set up by the Alliance, they could probably only send off this 150,000-strong Horde elite like sending off a king from the northern continent.

As for when to counterattack the southern continent, that's really anyone's guess.

Now, Duke actually boasted that five thousand people would be enough?

There was a sudden uproar in the meeting room.

Duke sighed, "Alright, let me show you all the new product from my weapons workshop - 'Your Life is Mine 3000A'."