Alleria enjoyed a rare good night's sleep that evening. She had been truly exhausted lately and fell asleep soon after lying down.
Asleep though she was, Alleria was a veteran who had spent years on the front lines, and she could never sleep like the dead. She was accustomed to remaining alert even in her sleep, which meant she retained some awareness of what was happening outside.
The elves' camp was quiet that night, but Alleria kept faintly hearing the muffled explosions of explosive bombs from the orc camp three or four kilometers away.
Alleria knew the sound of those goblin-made bombs from Hinterlands very well. Even though the distance made the explosions quieter and more muffled, she could still distinguish the models of explosive bombs being used.
These mass-produced explosive bombs made by the goblins of Hinterlands differed from the magical bombs manufactured by the high elves back in Quel'Thalas. They were much louder, erupting like thunder. Magical explosive bombs produced in Quel'Thalas were lighter and quieter than models with comparable destructive power, but their production capacity simply could not compete with Hinterlands. Thus, more than seventy percent of those used by the army she commanded came from Hinterlands. There were so many that Alleria could bomb the enemy whenever and wherever she pleased-a luxury and abundance she had never enjoyed while fighting the Zul'Aman trolls back home.
How could she possibly be unfamiliar with that sound? After listening to the explosions for a while and quietly thinking it over, Alleria understood Koldiras's plan. She knew the orcs would have no time to sleep that night.
"How did that brat become such a scoundrel? Didn't he always admire that chivalry business?" Alleria did not even open her eyes as she lay there, murmuring softly as though talking in her