At last, Lordaeron's generals had been persuaded.
Not by Ye Ting, but by what had happened to Dalaran.
Though these human military nobles had always looked down on Dalaran's mages, considering them mysterious, utilitarian, and lacking in courage, they could not deny the extraordinary power the mages wielded.
If even the mages could not stop the demons' arrival, then flesh-and-blood men like them would only be marching to their deaths.
"Then what should we do?" Mograine asked first.
A huge map of Lordaeron hung on the wall. Ye Ting pointed to Lordaeron City, north of Dalaran. "According to intelligence from the floating city, after winning the Battle of Dalaran, the demons took control of the Scourge and began endlessly summoning demonic armies, gathering around Dalaran and Lordaeron City.
"With Lordaeron's Crownlands as their core, our enemies, reinforced by demons, have already begun sending troops into the surrounding regions to eliminate all resistance.
"In Burnbellow in southern Silverpine Forest and near Shadowfang Keep, Gilneas's forces have already encountered the undead army. After a single battle, they were immediately surrounded by the undead. Fewer than a hundred knights and two hundred militia managed to retreat."
"Recognizing the severity of the situation, King Greymane has ordered his defenses withdrawn and the countryside cleared. He has commanded all civilians and nobles along the undead army's path to immediately retreat behind Greymane Wall for refuge. King Greymane himself led Gilneas's army in temporarily repelling a small undead vanguard at Borobain, covering the refugees' retreat.
"According to reports from observing mages, the undead and demonic armies are astonishingly numerous, initially estimated at over fifty thousand. King Greymane's forces cannot stand against their combined army and have already fallen into a bitter struggle."
"He brought it on himself. Who told them not to help us back then?"