Lor'themar and the Elf Mage Corps he led were also stationed in Refuge Valley, but the corps was not in very good shape. No, that was wrong. It was in terrible shape.
Twenty percent of the elven arcane mages had died in battle, and the survivors were hardly better off. They were either covered in wounds or had nearly exhausted their mana, while the elven rangers guarding the mages had suffered losses as high as forty percent.
Even the Elf Mage Corps, which provided ranged fire support, had suffered such heavy losses. The human troops standing in front of the elves and clashing head-on with the orcs had fared even worse.
Aside from the many wounded and the few civilians tending to them, Refuge Valley was now filled almost entirely with newly arrived reinforcements from the various nations. Rather than falling, the number of soldiers capable of fighting in Refuge Valley had actually increased.
The proportion of civilians had shrunk, while the number of fighting soldiers had risen severalfold. But almost none of the people here were the same as before. Lor'themar no longer recognized the vast majority of the soldiers and officers.
Almost everyone whose face he knew had died in battle, while most of the human civilians who had previously stayed in Refuge Valley had moved north to the Kingdom of Alterac or Lordaeron to seek shelter.
Lor'themar also wanted to withdraw his troops to Hillsbrad to rest and recover for a while, but mages were what the Alliance armies lacked most, so Allied Command refused his request.
There was nothing Lor'themar could do. Still, during his time here, he had heard one relatively good piece of news amid the flood of bad reports.
The orcs' powerful new troops, the death knights, posed such a grave threat to