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The Gryphon Riders the dwarves had sent to scout reported to Allied Command that the orc vanguard had suffered numerous casualties from the bombs the elves had left along the road and was now furious.

The elves all knew where the orcs had been blown up, because only one place had bombs: Area 7. They had originally been intended to block the orcs' retreat, but no one had expected a party to kill off the orcs. Still less had anyone expected the Thunder Formation meant to stop their retreat to become a Thunder Formation stopping their advance. The elves sighed over how unpredictable life was-and how much more unpredictable the battlefield was.

The humans, however, saw things differently. They all believed the elves had laid an ambush in advance to annihilate this orc force, only to be prevented from carrying it out by the sudden change in their mission.

Alleria naturally denied it, but not a single human commander believed her. She simply smiled and returned to the headquarters of the Elven Expeditionary Burning Legion. On the way back, she was still thinking, None of you knows what kind of monster is leading those troops. Annihilate them? Have fun trying! Once I get back, I need to make sure the elves are ready at all times-not for a hard fight, but to retreat at a moment's notice.

She really had no confidence that a bunch of humans competing for credit without understanding their enemy could win this battle.

Who was this orc vanguard? Naturally, it was the Warsong Clan, led by that utter monster, Grom Hellscream. He had led his men straight into the Thunder Formation Sylvanas had laid in Area 7 and was now angrily cursing everyone out!

And Sylvanas? She was busy forcing her brother-in-law to tell her