After the Human Soldiers and some of the Proudmoore civilians left behind to help defend the city had carried the bodies of the soldiers killed on the walls into the city and gathered them in one place, they began hauling defensive supplies onto the walls, including oil, rolling logs, and other materials.
Meanwhile, the fires below the walls gradually dwindled, and the sunlight grew stronger. The thick fog of war slowly dispersed in the sunshine, revealing the numbers and positions of the Orcs' Catapults like a newlywed bride lifting her mysterious veil.
No matter how powerful the Orc Shamans' magic was, it could not contend with the might of heaven and earth. Even if it gained the upper hand for a moment, it could not compete with time. Perhaps time was the most powerful weapon of all.
Alleria, Sylvanas, and Yu Lin Bloodhawk gathered around a map to discuss their plans.
"The Orcs have about three hundred large Catapults. Two hundred have already been deployed in the northern sector, while another hundred are being hauled south by ogres. They'll probably deploy them in this area," Alleria said, pointing at the map.
"That's quite far away. Only a few of the Cannons mounted on top of the gun towers can reach them. We'd better wait until the Orcs have deployed all their Catapults over our traps before opening fire to destroy them. That way, they won't have enough time to pack up the Catapults and pull out of the trapped area," Sylvanas said.
"That would be the best outcome. But the northern wall still hasn't been stocked with defensive supplies, and the fires outside are about to go out. If the Orcs launch their main assault on the northern wall as soon as the fires die, holding it will be very