Without the Elf Expeditionary Army, all those small Orcs Forces that had slipped in would have joined the remnants in the northwest. Once their numbers built up, Proudmoore's current human forces could never have held them off, let alone routed and captured so many orcs.
That was why Daelin would rather defy the Alliance Supreme Command's orders than let the Elven Expeditionary Burning Legion leave Proudmoore.
He admitted he was selfish, but he felt no guilt. The Proudmoore Kingdom was his kingdom, and Menethil City was his capital. He would never allow his people to be slaughtered by orcs, nor would he let Proudmoore become a ruin beneath their iron-shod hooves as Stormwind City had.
Although Menethil City was already little better than a ruin, he still stood there. He and his army were still holding the city, and that was enough.
He firmly believed that once the orcs were defeated, his people would return from the Hinterlands. Then they would rebuild Proudmoore, and it would regain its former glory.
Daelin stood at the window, his mind awash with thoughts. Meanwhile, the three highest-ranking elven commanders fishing aboard the aircraft carrier seemed utterly carefree, leisurely casting their lines and occasionally teasing one another.
"How long have we been here?" Alleria asked with a sigh.
"Three months and three days!" Sylvanas said.
"Impressive! You even remember the exact number of days!" Yu Lin Bloodhawk exclaimed.
"I've suddenly realized that having too long a vacation really isn't always a good thing!" Alleria said listlessly.
"Yes! It's so boring. I wonder when our mistresses will come back," Sylvanas added.
"You two!" Yu Lin Bloodhawk jerked his hook out of the water, but caught nothing. The fish had already escaped. "You really are gluttons for punishment. When you weren't on vacation, you kept going