Alleria's heart was heavy as well. Anyone who went from peaceful, tranquil surroundings to a devastated land strewn with bones in such a short time would have found it impossible to remain cheerful.
So Alleria did not blame the soldiers of the Expeditionary Army Corps. She, too, had begun to hate war. At last, she understood why Yu Lin Bloodhawk hated it so much. Now she hated it herself.
Thus, all the way until they met up with Lothar, scarcely anyone in the High Elf Expeditionary Army Corps spoke, and Alleria gave them no new orders.
Even after the High Elf Expeditionary Army Corps reached the quarters Lothar had arranged for them, every soldier's heart remained heavy.
Alleria knew they could not go into battle with morale like this, but she still issued no orders to the Expeditionary Army Corps on that first day.
She intended to let the soldiers rest for a day, both to ease the oppressive feelings that had weighed on them throughout the journey and to let them gradually feel the tension of war. Once they were mentally prepared for battle, she would work on raising their morale.
Alliance troops continued to converge from all directions on the border between the Durnholde Region and Arathi.
In fact, the Alliance now had more than twice as many troops as the orc army in Arathi-almost three times as many-but Lothar still felt it was not enough. Although he knew the orc army's magical strength had been greatly weakened, he was in no hurry to attack.
This time, Lothar was determined to drive every orc army all the way back to the Dark Portal after this battle, without giving them a moment's respite. For that, he needed to gather sufficient military strength.
He no longer wanted to fight his