The Allied Army was suffering, but were the orcs any better off?
Of course not. The Allied Army's desperate resistance had inflicted heavy losses on the orcs as well. The rise of the Shadow Council had brought about the decline of traditional shamans. As a result, the orcs had more than enough offensive power, but relatively little healing support.
The orcs were now scarcely better off than the Allied Army's human legions. Both sides were like wounded wolves, licking their wounds while glaring at each other with savage green eyes. The lull in large-scale fighting was only temporary. Once both sides-or even just one-recovered, another life-and-death struggle would begin.
The orcs began bringing in reinforcements again, while every contingent of the Allied Army used its fastest means of communication to request more troops from home. The matter could not wait another moment. Both sides were racing to see who could first gather enough strength to destroy the other. Every second counted.
In July, the Allied Army received reinforcements from the various nations. The Dalaran Conference also bore fruit, with all the nations finally reaching an agreement on sending additional troops.
The orcs received reinforcements as well, and the two sides fought several small- and medium-scale engagements. Both won some and lost some, and both realized they could not swallow the other whole. Thus, no large-scale decisive battle broke out, and both continued building their strength. The soldiers at the front, however, could all feel that this was the calm before a major battle. The tension in the air was suffocating.
Relatively speaking, though, July was still a fairly quiet month. There were no major battles, but minor clashes never stopped. During this relatively peaceful period, the Elven Expeditionary Burning Legion was also busy making preparations.
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