Arathi was like a sacred land in the hearts of the people of the human kingdoms. For that very reason, another outcome was possible: its fall might instead strengthen their resolve to reclaim it, bringing them closer together.
But that was only a possibility. Lothar dared not gamble on it, and neither did anyone else. This was war, not a game.
"If possible, I hope you can speak with General Alleria and ask her to lead the Elven Expeditionary Burning Legion to the Arathi Battleground to help defend Stromgarde. Here in Refuge Valley, with only the elf mage corps you command to support us, our magical strength is dangerously inadequate.
"If General Alleria brings her troops into Stromgarde, it will greatly strengthen the city's defenses and lift the spirits of the soldiers holding out there. With Stromgarde drawing in large numbers of Orcs Forces, the pressure on you here in Refuge Valley will ease as well," Lothar said.
"General Alleria?" Lor'themar asked, taken aback.
So this was the real reason you, the Alliance's Grand Marshal, came to Refuge Valley today! I was wondering! Why else would a Grand Marshal come all this way to see a lowly officer like me?
Lor'themar was no fool. If he still could not see why Lothar had come today, he might as well bash his head against a wall. What he did not understand was why Lothar had not simply sent a messenger to Alleria, instead taking this roundabout approach and asking a minor officer like him to speak to her.
"Yes! I know they're leading their troops in the Wetlands, helping Admiral Daelin defend Menethil City. In a battle report Admiral Daelin sent by messenger a while ago, he said they had won a remarkable victory in the defense of Menethil City," Lothar