A smaller group would board ships at the harbor near the waterfall on the lower Hinterlands River, transporting provisions and other supplies to the upstream harbor. After unloading, they would join all the civilian logistics workers marching with the corps' main force to transport the supplies to Aerie Peak.
In the future, they would also transport supplies from Aerie Peak to the Durnholde Region for the Kingdom of Stormwind Restoration Corps' operations there, supplying both the corps and all allied resistance forces in the region.
As he watched column after column of young human soldiers and civilian logistics workers march out, Yu Lin Bloodhawk showed little sign of a smile. Although his plan had progressed fairly smoothly so far, he also knew how bloody it was.
These people were marching out now, but only a tiny fraction of them would ever return. It might not even be an exaggeration to say that fewer than one in a hundred would survive.
This war against the orcs was brutal, a struggle for racial survival. Everyone was fighting desperately to ensure that their own race could survive into the future. The orcs were no exception, and neither were the humans.
But were the high elves any different? It was simply that their survival had not seemed seriously threatened in this war. If they failed to prepare now, however, the future would bring the fall of their kingdom and the extinction of their race.
Yu Lin Bloodhawk once again surveyed the countless cheering humans who had come to watch the ceremony. He thought that, perhaps in the near future, some of them would be the next to march out from here.
War always brought losses. Once some of this first group died in battle, strong young recruits would be selected from among the human