The Hinterlands was different from the others. It was practically a lawless, self-governing territory. Raising an army was nothing; it could get away with far worse! Hadn't the Council been preparing to declare independence last time? If Yu Lin Bloodhawk hadn't brutally crushed them, it would already have become a small independent kingdom.
So The Hinterlands had no fear of recruiting too many troops. The only thing troubling Yu Lin Bloodhawk was how few High Elves there were.
As luck would have it, on the very day Sylvanas tricked Yu Lin Bloodhawk into coming to the city gate, Daelin came looking for him too. He simply wanted him to transport the remaining forty thousand refugees from Menethil to The Hinterlands.
With the situation so urgent, Yu Lin Bloodhawk had little choice but to agree. He told Daelin to send someone to coordinate with the Naval Chief of Staff's people. Daelin moved quickly, and before long he returned to Yu Lin Bloodhawk and Sylvanas and joined them as they walked.
They climbed onto the city wall and looked outside.
An army of over ten thousand was a veritable ocean. Everywhere they looked, there was a dense sea of Orcs. Yu Lin Bloodhawk's scalp prickled at the sight. It was the first time he had seen so many Orcs, and a sense of helplessness rose within him.
These Orcs who had drunk demon blood represented not only bloodthirsty cruelty, but endless slaughter. Before seeing the reality for himself, however many Orcs there were had merely been a number in his mind, something that hardly affected him.
But now, standing atop the wall and seeing so many people who could kill him, he couldn't help losing his nerve. His expression turned ugly. His only thought was to get back aboard his ship as