"The Allied Army's front was broken through at the center, forcing them to retreat in two directions, east and north. Those heading east fell straight back to Menethil Harbor of Proudmoore. Those heading north have crossed the Strait of Hormuz and established a defensive line north of the Arathi Strait," Mez'dra said.
"I know! Alleria just told me," Yu Lin Bloodhawk said.
"Ah! General Alleria, you're here too!" Mez'dra said.
He had been so weighed down by his worries that he only now noticed Alleria's presence.
"Hello, Lord Mez'dra. We meet again," Alleria said, offering an elegant salute.
"It's a pleasure to see you, beautiful General Alleria," Mez'dra said, returning her salute.
"All right, Mez'dra! You look so anxious. Did you come to me about something urgent?" Yu Lin Bloodhawk asked.
"Yes!" Mez'dra looked at Yu Lin Bloodhawk. "Brother, please send ships to Menethil Harbor of Proudmoore and help bring my people over."
"Didn't I tell you long ago to send someone to bring them here? How did they end up heading to Menethil Harbor instead?" Yu Lin Bloodhawk was thoroughly puzzled.
"Don't get me started. I sent people to fetch them ages ago, but even after talking ourselves hoarse, we only persuaded a handful to come. Most of them didn't want to leave. Unless the Prince called on them to move, they wouldn't budge."
Mez'dra said in frustration, "But His Highness the Prince was holding Dun Morogh with his troops and the Bronzebeard Dwarves. How could he come over? So the matter dragged on until the Allied Army's defensive line was breached again and they fell back. Only when Grim Batol and the Twilight Highlands faced a direct threat did our people grow alarmed.
"Grim Batol and the Twilight Highlands were about to become the very front line. Unless