After those Zul'Mashar Trolls had been wiped out, especially after Taelan Fordring took the heads of Tareshen and Twisted Branch, Zul'Mashar could be considered Alliance territory from then on. In other words, Taelan Fordring had expanded the Alliance's borders!
But Taelan Fordring knew that the Alliance might only have a claim to the land; it would still be administered by Lordaeron. After all, he himself, along with the others, was from Lordaeron. It was the people of Lordaeron who had conquered the land, and it lay closer to Lordaeron, too.
Once they returned to the Troll village, Taelan Fordring began carrying out his duties as a High Knight. He started catching up on his reports and completing the required procedures, then issued another call for recruits. Independent adventurers and mercenary companies were needed to wipe out the Troll remnants!
Taelan Fordring secretly sent Kalin Redpath to Stratholme. He needed to inform his mentor in the Holy Light, Archbishop Alonsus Faol, in advance.
He had illegally mobilized the entire force of Light's Hope Chapel. Doing so without the Order of Knights' commander's approval was against the law. He might be suspended from duty. He hoped he wouldn't face more serious charges.
After finishing all that, he lay down on the bed. The moment his head touched the pillow, he fell asleep. He was exhausted.
"How could they do this? This was an expansion of our territory! An achievement on par with Lordaen's!"
Angela's voice woke him. He opened his eyes and looked around. He was lying in a carriage, with Angela and Bridget sitting opposite him. Angela had spoken a little too loudly and startled him awake.
Bridget glared at Angela. Angela covered her mouth.
"How long was I asleep?" Taelan Fordring asked. "Have they finished counting the casualties?"
"Almost two