By the time the temporary camp was finished, the gryphon riders had all returned. They landed on the aircraft carriers rather than at the camp.
Although the temporary camp had been established, only the City Lord's Household Guard and the New Field Regiment would disembark and stay there. Apart from those taking their scheduled leave, everyone aboard the other ships had to return to their vessels to rest, ready to repel an orc attack or set sail at any moment.
Yu Lin Bloodhawk was now in the temporary camp's command tent with a group of commanders, compiling the intelligence the gryphon riders had gathered. A huge military map of Tirisfal lay spread across the table in the center of the tent. Each commander, including Yu Lin Bloodhawk, held a small map supplied by the riders and a red pen, marking red crosses on the larger regional map.
The villages and Lordaeron civilian settlements marked with red crosses had all been confirmed by the gryphon riders as places of death. Not a single person remained alive there.
It was not that none of the civilians in those marked villages and settlements had hidden in cellars. Even those who had could not escape their fate.
Perhaps they had thought themselves well hidden. Perhaps the orc wolf riders and death knights had not seen them. But how could they fool the noses of the worgs the orcs rode?
Once Yu Lin Bloodhawk and the commanders had transferred all the gryphon riders' reconnaissance reports onto the large map, they discovered that the destruction radiated in three directions from Lordaeron City.
Why only three directions? Because behind Lordaeron City lay an enormous lake bordering the Three Kingdoms—Lake Lordamere. Those three kingdoms were Alterac, Gilneas, and the Kingdom of Lordaeron.
The vast Lake Lordamere had only