After briefly scanning the contents of the official document, Hudson's emotions could be described as—
A roller coaster.
The Beastfolk had blocked the river upstream and built a dam, hoping to seize the opportunity of the rising waters caused by melting snow and pull off a "flooding of the seven armies" against him.
Fortunately, the frontline commanders were no fools. After noticing that the river level was abnormal, they promptly dispatched people to investigate the upstream region.
In a supernatural world, such a massive undertaking as damming a river could not possibly be kept completely secret. Besides, the conflict-ridden Orc Empire was itself a giant sieve.
After analyzing the intelligence they had gathered, the defenders quickly determined the Beastfolk's strategic objective.
"Steward, send someone to the palace and inform His Majesty: the situation at the front has changed. The Beastfolk are about to launch a new offensive. I must return to the Near East Region to command the war!"
After saying that, Hudson immediately summoned Maxim and set off directly for the return journey.
In the Alpha Kingdom, the commander-in-chief's most important task was to win battles. Everything else was secondary.
As for the Human Alliance Council, Hudson did not need to worry too much about it. The Kingdom government would naturally make all the necessary arrangements.
The world would keep turning without anyone. One less spectator would naturally not affect the normal convening of the Alliance conference.
A new day, a new beginning.
After numerous private negotiations, the representatives of the three great powers entered the conference hall together early that morning.
At the sight of this, the previously clamorous hall instantly fell silent.
Too sinister. Such blatant political signaling left everyone no room to object.
Supporting something voluntarily was one matter; being forced into supporting it was another.