Both the Orcs and the Alliance were actively building up their strength. The coming battle would be the ultimate showdown that decided the outcome of this world war.
Yu Lin Bloodhawk had always avoided major battles like this whenever he could. He had failed to pull back the eastern and western corps of the Hinterlands in time, inadvertently allowing them to join Lothar's Allied Army Main Force.
That had been a constant source of regret for Yu Lin Bloodhawk. How could he now dare commit the last mobile force he had to another battle that would claim countless lives?
But what should he do next? In truth, even Yu Lin Bloodhawk himself had not fully worked that out.
The eastern and western corps of the Hinterlands had already joined the Allied Army Main Force led by Lothar in the Durnholde Region. With both sides feverishly gathering their strength, Yu Lin Bloodhawk certainly did not dare tell Mez'dra to withdraw his troops to the Hinterlands. Otherwise, countless suspicious looks and accusing voices would immediately descend on the Hinterlands and drown him.
A few days later, Yu Lin Bloodhawk received another report. The handful of old, established nobles from the former Kingdom of Stormwind who remained on the Seaside Plain in the Hinterlands had received a request for reinforcements from the Kingdom of Stormwind Restoration Corps.
After asking about it, Yu Lin Bloodhawk learned that the Orcs routed along the Southshore, Tarren Mill, and Alterac front had all needed to pass through the Durnholde Region to retreat into Arathi.
These battered remnants could do nothing against the fierce counteroffensive organized by Lothar. Forced into retreat, they had swept through the Durnholde Region in great waves, like a plague of locusts.
Although these Orcs had been reduced to fleeing remnants by Lothar's attacks,