Ironforge Conference

Within the bustling, clamorous city of Ironforge, the heart of this great Dwarf city was the King's Hall directly opposite the Great Forge.

A squad of elite Dwarf guards stood before the tightly shut doors, vigilantly watching the surroundings. Inside, Ironforge's monthly military conference was underway.

"On the road from Loch Modan to the Wetlands, an unknown number of Orc forces still lurked in hiding. The Thelsamar guards' encirclement operations have found it difficult to eliminate those enemies completely."

"Excavation work at Uldaman has been disrupted by enemies from the nearby Pain Fortress. To defend against enemy attacks, all workers have had to halt their work and prepare for battle. Excavation progress has been suspended indefinitely."

"The struggle for Thandol Span continues. Due to the lack of sufficient reinforcements, our soldiers, who had briefly occupied the bridgehead, were driven back once more by Dark Iron Dwarf forces."

Magni Bronzebeard said nothing. His thick beard and deeply furrowed face concealed his dissatisfaction and anxiety. Not one piece of news had brought him any comfort.

"Fighting in the Alterac Mountains has progressed smoothly in recent days. With food supplies from Southshore, many soldiers previously assigned to transporting provisions have been freed up. We have gained the upper hand in the tug-of-war against the Orcs. The front line has already pushed beyond the original midpoint and is extending into enemy-controlled territory."

"The Dun Garok main camp has also been completely closed now that the security situation in Hillsbrad has thoroughly improved. Once those soldiers reach the Alterac Mountains front, we will drive the Orcs entirely out of the central highlands." The envoy from the Stormpike Clan reported loudly on the battlefield situation.

King Magni Bronzebeard kept a calm expression, but inwardly he had been tormented by the bad news arriving from every region.