For more than a year, the Syndicate had originally hoped that seizing Stromgarde and striking at Prince Trollbane would greatly strengthen its power.
Instead, it had become trapped in endless fighting and was unable to develop further. Its strength had even shrunk somewhat compared to the previous year.
Lacking quality armor and elite combat forces, the Syndicate had always been at a disadvantage in its battles against the Ogre Tribe. The heavy casualties gave every Syndicate leader a terrible headache.
Now even their lair was about to be captured. Prince Aliden could only quickly return with his guards; they could no longer spare many soldiers to defend Strahnbrad. The situation in Stromgarde and the Arathi Highlands was not optimistic either, and more soldiers were needed to garrison them.
"Those ruins are naturally of no use, but if Prince Aliden personally leads troops to reclaim the former capital of the Kingdom of Alterac, it will prove that your restoration cause has finally achieved some results." Roderick was clad in armor, yet his words made him sound more like a cunning merchant.
"I have no need to occupy Strahnbrad. We have yet to finish developing the land around Southshore; why would Hillsbrad villagers come all the way out here?"
"Before winter arrives in Alterac, I hope to fight alongside your troops, eliminate as many Ogres as possible, and occupy part of the former royal capital."
"You can also begin spreading the word that your campaign to restore Alterac has achieved new results. The Raven Guard Knights can give you all the credit, Prince Aliden." Roderick patiently coaxed him, carrying an indescribably strange air.
"So what exactly does the Syndicate need to pay?" Prince Aliden naturally did not believe the other party would be so kind as to help his restoration cause without