The people of Darrowshire couldn't enjoy the Lightbringer's arrival and their victory for long. The situation quickly took a turn for the worse. By nightfall, things had become so dire that even Uther of the Silver Hand was beginning to despair...
According to the reports from Darrowshire's scouts and the two Stealth-capable rogue mercenaries working for that Goblin, the Undead had begun gathering outside Darrowshire again after only a single afternoon. Their numbers had likely already passed ten thousand and were closing in on twenty thousand... In short, there were a terrifying number of them.
The reports also said they had plenty of those Meat Wagons, Ghouls, Abominations, and Acolytes and Necromancers from the Cult of the Damned who could cast wicked spells. And, of course, they supposedly had quite a few Death Knights, powerful enough to stand against even the strongest Paladins!
Clearly, after repeatedly failing to take Darrowshire and suffering that crushing defeat, the Undead had resolved to capture this tough little stronghold in one fell swoop—even though Darrowshire wasn't all that strategically important and didn't have much of a population.
Faced with an ever-growing enemy force that was still gathering, Darrowshire's ragtag garrison of barely over a thousand men—made up of a handful of Paladins, some sword-and-shield infantry from the Lordaeron army, Darrowshire militiamen, and a large number of armed farmers—would certainly be unable to hold out. That was true even though they had once again conscripted the able-bodied young men among the Lordaeron refugees who had fled to Darrowshire, armed them, and added them to the garrison, bringing its numbers to over two thousand!
Some people couldn't help thinking that even after the arrival of the thousand or so most elite Paladins of the Order of the Silver Hand, the best they could hope for was