Darkshire Falls

When King Varian's main force joined Marshal Windsor's troops in the Burning Steppes, all Blackrock Clan forces had already withdrawn.

The combined force of one hundred thousand Stormwind Alliance troops captured every Blackrock Clan stronghold in the Burning Steppes: Dreadmaul Rock, Flame Crest, the smaller Blackrock Strongholds, and Blacktooth Camp.

However, all those strongholds were empty. There was no resistance whatsoever.

"Your Majesty, there's no food or supplies. I didn't even see a single rat..." Marshal Windsor had led his troops through every stronghold in the Burning Steppes, and their cleanliness far exceeded his expectations. Large camps and training grounds like Blacktooth Camp had not even left behind a single piece of wood or straw.

The supply consumption of a hundred thousand troops was staggering. Previously, they had at least been supplied through Lakeshire in the Redridge Mountains, but now that they had entered the Burning Steppes, they needed new provisions.

Upon hearing the news, King Varian kicked apart a black rock beside him.

Only after a long while did he speak through clenched teeth. "Borrow food from the Dark Iron Dwarves. Since they want to return to the Alliance, they must show their sincerity. After that, have them coordinate with us from within and without to attack Blackrock Spire. There must be supplies there."

In the entire Burning Steppes, Blackrock Spire was the only place left with supplies.

Marshal Windsor still did not know everything that had happened in Westfall and Duskwood, so he went to the Ruins of Thaurissan to borrow food from the Dark Iron Queen, Moira Thaurissan.

The Dark Iron Dwarves' territory spanned the Burning Steppes, Searing Gorge, and the Badlands. Their supplies had never been abundant to begin with, and with their fondness for drinking, they had almost no surplus food reserves. Yet Queen Moira