The Silver Dawn's Choice

"Don't worry. When the time comes, the Silver Dawn will set out alongside the Scarlet Crusade. Chillwind Camp will also give him its fullest support. For this battle at Andorhal, I will personally lead the force." Maxwell answered without the slightest hesitation, his words firm and decisive.

Abbendis had not expected him to agree so readily. Since he had already made his decision, she naturally did not meddle further. Having easily completed her mission, Abbendis excitedly led the guards back to Tyr's Hand.

Now, they needed to send part of their supplies to the Silver Dawn, repair the fortifications at Chillwind Camp, and begin preparing the military supplies Roderick had mentioned.

Nor could they relax their vigilance in the Plaguelands. Naxxramas, the Undead fortress, needed to be watched day and night, while several nearby Undead bases also required special attention.

Part of the truth behind Highlord Mograine's affairs had already come to light. No one knew what kind of turmoil might erupt within the Scarlet Monastery, and she still had plenty to keep her busy.

After Abbendis and the others departed, heated arguments still broke out within the Silver Dawn chapel. The remaining knight officers could not understand why their leader, in such difficult circumstances, still wanted to actively send men to join the fighting in the Western Plaguelands.

"We can barely spare enough men for our daily patrols. Where are we supposed to find extra troops and knights to send to Chillwind Camp?"

"The Undead at Andorhal far outnumber anything we can fight. Their leader is also a powerful legendary lich. The battle will certainly be extremely difficult."

"How many men does the force Roderick organized in Southshore even have? They are all poorly trained militia. We cannot use our soldiers to fill such a bottomless pit."

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