"After clashing twice with the Orc Wolf Riders on the Main Road, they no longer dared venture out. Their cavalry couldn't beat the orcs' cavalry, and their infantry couldn't hold back the orcs' wolf riders. These Orc Wolf Riders were well equipped, all wearing full chainmail and plate chestplates."
Mez'dra said, "The Allied Army believes going out to stop the orcs now would be no different from throwing their lives away. Only by relying on Menethil Harbor's towering walls and fortifications could they possibly defeat the orcs.
"The terrain of the Wetlands prevents the orcs from sending large forces to attack. If they sent too many troops, the difficulties of transporting supplies would leave them struggling to advance. They believe the best course now is to hold their solid fortifications and preserve their strength, rather than go out to die."
"Fuck! That's because you're dwarves! We're trying to save lives here! What's the point of preserving strength? Does being afraid to die mean they can just refuse to go?" Yu Lin Bloodhawk cursed furiously.
"Actually, even if these were fifty thousand human civilians, they still wouldn't come out." Mez'dra gave a bitter smile. "The refugees in Menethil Harbor have almost filled the entire city. There are refugees who fled Stormwind City, as well as Proudmoore civilians who used to live scattered throughout the Wetlands."
... Yu Lin Bloodhawk thought it over. It really was true. Had there been any shortage of such things in the wars of Earth's history?
He sighed helplessly. "Civilians always suffer the most in war. Ah, forget it. Let's go! We'll scout from the air first and work out a plan tonight. We have to stop this regiment of Orc Wolf Riders."
Mez'dra found a gryphon for Yu Lin Bloodhawk, and the two of them urged